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Severed connection A new direction Spiritual suspension give myself a challenge my life is off balanced centered illusion Breathe in the confusion contusion is what u want illusion is what u flaunt I shall

Love is an unpredictable feeling Sometimes it comes, and it goes. If you're not too strong, It picks you up and drops you on your toes. Why is this so confusing to understand? Because yesterday, I felt

Source Think I have to make my own world. Yeah. Build it from dust and delusion. From everything I’ve lost And everything they said I’d never hold. Create what I think is light and darkness. Because tonight?

Estoy aprendiendo .. (Spanglish Poem) Estoy aprendiendo a amarme, a ser generosa conmigo misma. I'm learning to take care of myself, in a better, gentler way. To look in the mirror and say: eres hermosa.

Clouds Clouds are like little fish Swimming in a vast, deep ocean, Floating through the eternity of sky. Swept along by the softest breeze, They never die— What a wonderful life. Drifting across the world,

The second in a series of many poems I wrote as part of a larger portfolio about the atrocities of the slave trade.

The first of the many poems I wrote as part of a larger portfolio about the atrocities of the slave trade.

3speak Promise rushed, emotions crushed. Story of two generations, connected generations. Some things were untold, left untold. Untold writes destiny, long lasting destiny. In sequences, promises, then

26 of 81 From the seed sprouts the root From the root sprouts the stem Sprouts the limb From the limb sprouts the flower Sprouts the leaf and the fruit Flowers bloom and wilt Fruit is consumed Leaves,

28 of 81 Immersed in dualities Ideas and thoughts Of what is … Good and evil Black and white Female and male Yin and yang Know as creations of thought Dualities are ever-changing Momentary, ripples upon

27 of 81 The seed does not know Where the wind will take it It leaves no footprint To mar the pristine air Only when it lands Settles in the mud and dirt Is it reborn Transforming the barren To the lush

25 of 81 The Tao Cannot be defined By thoughts, words, or concepts But she can be embodied Brought forth to aid in all things At all times Through her all things flow Return to origin To flow again When

23 of 81 The wind blows From the direction it comes With the strength it levies Until it blows no more The rain falls hard From heavy clouds Until the clouds lighten Are clouds no more Then there is no

22 of 81 The internal foe Is a born competitor Wanting to be first It is always behind By desiring all It remains incomplete Looking to become full Through acquiring It remains empty It strives for eternal

Join me for my latest poetry audio blog. This week I read from my newest poetry collection, Domesticate the Heavens. I also read the newish composition the Circumference Dissected by the Diameter. It's

18 of 81 When the Tao is not heard Virtue is revered When virtue is lost Intelligence governs When ignorance shoves out intelligence Authority reigns When authority is inevitably thrown-off Violence is

17 of 81 The horse that loves the guide Will follow without knot or grip The guide who loves the horse Will pull with a light knot and loose grip A tight knot and grip is for the horse That fears the guide

15 of 81 What of ancient masters … Few are remembered Appearances change Personalities change One era’s virtue Is another’s sin The internal foe knows to mimic virtue It knows to mask sin Remain fluid,

14 of 81 The Tao cannot be known through the senses She has no one form She has no one sound She has no one smell She cannot be defined by duality She is not bright or dark Good or evil Thought and