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Monthly Archives: November 2012
Apple crunch
The apple tree birthed fruitful dynamics of soul self, ripe and ready for picking, ready for juicy dreams to drip, as each crunch and bite is taken.
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Tagged inspiration, life/death/like cycle, poem, poetry, rebirth, renewal, soul self, women who run with the wolves, writing
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Flowers
Why do I wear these flowers across skin and flesh? Like the feminine that blossoms across my chest, Like the flush of cheek and neck, Like rose petal lips, And that perfume you inhaled as you stole a kiss.
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Tagged flesh, flowers, inspiration, kiss, perfume, poem, poetry, rose petal, sensuality, sexuality, skin, tattoo, wild woman, women who run with the wolves, writing
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Secrets are poison
This hide has weathered much, but still warms under tender touch. Don’t spit no more your poison my way. These lips may appear silent, but they ain’t afraid to say what needs saying, violent. Fixed, not forgotten. Listen and speak, … Continue reading
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Tagged cathartic, Clarissa Pinkola Estes, poem, poetry, poison, secrets, soul self, speak, truth, wild woman, women who run with the wolves, writing
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Cackle
(Inspired by Women Who Run With The Wolves – Clarissa Pinkola Estés) Cackle, woman, Cackle like the witch you are. Bring spittle and star sparkle. Let that heave of breast, bounce, and that shortness of breath, hiss. Belly roar, belly … Continue reading
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Tagged Clarissa Pinkola Estes, inspiration, laughter, let go, poem, poetry, transformation, wild woman, witch, women who run with the wolves, writing
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Freedom
Freedom she comes to me in the night, At first I see her face and I jump in fright, We’re not often familiar with her care, her staunch strength and beautiful stare. She lays a kiss on my lips and … Continue reading
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Tagged dreams, freedom, Global Hip Hop Collective Topical League Entry, Justice, poem, poetry, Spoken Word, writing
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I found my heart
I found my heart when I walked this cracked and trodden path, I tripped, fell face first onto this cracked and trodden path, I tripped and fell. Knees grazed, brain dazed. I tripped and fell. But pick myself up I … Continue reading
