The awareness of physical reality is subconsciously endowed. A vast field of energy is accessible to the beacon of the mind, which calls out incessantly as it parrots the cycle of existence. What can we learn from what we have already created? How can we shift our awareness from past to possibility? I have crossed many seas of destruction. Waves and waves of suicide churning me back to dust, yet still, I exist. I have made a thousand Me’s all superfluous in nature. How hilarious I find this to be. How preposterous have my struggles been that I have allowed them to tie myself into knots, restricting the true fluidity of my spirit with such absurdity. If I can glean from these identities the trueness of my Being, then perhaps I can create with purpose, and bend these realities to my likeness. Let me Be then, exactly what it is I desire, and from that energy, create a world the likes of which I have never yet seen!
“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” – Nikola Tesla
“As above, so below, as within, so without, as the universe, so the soul…” – Hermes Trismegistus
Mental silence is abundantly charged with Power. The negation of negative thought is found in silence, and it is what all the great meditators learn as they cross the wide chasm between thought and silence. Protection abounds there. If you learn to choose for yourself, either only loving, positive thoughts that stimulate and grow the outward manifestation of your life in ways that serve you, or, when negativity is looming within your mind, to instead harness that power of neutrality within the silence, then you will find the ability to create your own life in ways that serve your own positive desires. And since like attracts like, you will attract what you Are. The dualistic nature of our world is true divinity itself. The freedom to choose and create as you desire, whether that be destructive or constructive is all within your godlike nature to produce. Once you hold yourself accountable to the vibratory nature of your own thoughts, and you begin to truly understand the creative force of each and every thought, you will understand the power of your own Being.
there was so much death rattling me to my core. there was no surviving that quake. it shook every piece of me lose. I floated away, my image dissipating as though I be a fine mist over a hot flame. that was the end of the me that I made. when I rose out of that hot hell I was unrecognizable. many fled my presence. I stood on a new foundation. Solid. Myself. and even those that returned, seeking me, could not see Me through My new mantle. they turned forlorn, long faces set in dismay, and I watched as they retreated back to their own illusions. Death is a fine thing. an unwrapping of old tales. an undoing. how hard we’ve worked to create such a lie as one life lived. I slapped myself so hard, I shattered my own mask, Unleashing the great Fire that had been smoldering beneath. it was as though I Be a god set ablaze within an untamed Eden, rotten apples strewn at My unsoiled feet, and the echoing sound of My own laughter as it charred the garden back to the dust from which I came.
~~ who put the fear of god in you? who made you afraid of your own Self?
The ability to see beyond what is currently manifested, into the unknown realm of possibility, to create beauty and pull it from the ether, even in the midst of the most undesirable of situations, is the pure genius of the magician.
~ Ah, these things and greater still, shall you do.
The body becomes so animalistic when the mind goes wild. Those strange imaginings embolden the beast, and all is laid to waste where creation once reigned. Death always yields to the beauty that follows destruction, and what was once a savage can just as easily be a god!
I am excited and honored to have two of my poems selected for publication in this upcoming anthology.
Untamed Eden was written out of a sense of loss, and a longing to escape from the people-pleasing version of myself that I had created in order to be loved and accepted within my surroundings. It is a micro-story of coming into one’s own power and realizing that society’s many false narratives are nothing more than man-made constraints designed to prevent the awakening of the God within.
The Ravening took many years to write. That vision played out very slowly as I experienced it happening in real-time. I watched myself hold back, time and time again, from using the power of my own voice for fear that I would destroy familial bonds. What I did not realize was that by doing that, I was allowing the softer, more sensitive side of myself to be annihilated. When I finally came to see it, I felt as though I had completely betrayed myself, and it was at that point that the sheer anger I felt became all-consuming. I either had to set myself free or be killed. It was a humbling and humiliating realization, yet at the same time, deeply empowering.
I want to thank the editor and publisher, Gabriela Marie Milton and Ingrid Wilson for choosing my poems, and for the hard work that went into the creation of this wonderful anthology. I also want to thank Nick Reeves for the beautiful cover art. It is a profound representation of the work contained within the pages. I am extremely grateful to have been included in this wonderful collaboration.
There is a way this soul knows to travel with closed eye and opened mind I can see across the divide below- the many pains of blame lay like stones built up between us and you puffed up with pride on the other side There is a plank of indignation in your eye and me bereft as you point to mine in blindness as though you had found your innocence in my guilt
I fought for the sinners’ death, to the cross I found myself bound. Then I fought for the life of the saint, and was buried in secular ground. Those scales both tipped in my favor, depending on which path I chose, yet I realized there could be a balance, so out of those judgments I rose. I sat with Myself in the silence, dissolving myself in that space, by becoming the bridge to the Oneness, my sight was restored to pure grace. Now I walk the path of no one, recreating a new self each day, dashing down My Own Creations, whenever they get in My Way.
There was a golden age in which men dreamed themselves to Be…. More. Yet, in this time, we have dreamed a sinners dream and I have watched us Being… Less. I hear the jangling discord of our nation.
Where is the beautiful symphony of brotherhood? I Remember Who We Are and I will not settle here in the mire that we’ve made knowing Dreams await us All!
Put down your heavy burdens and your loads. Be Not Afraid, and take up the yoke of This New Thing! March to a New Age as our Freedom is bound – each to the next!
Be the Love that You Sow and watch as others put on your courage that we might take up arms and Embrace! Only this will cause the crumbling of worlds made by smaller men.
Let not the dripping of violence from wicked lips stir bitterness within for surely Love can hew out of the mountain of hatred a stone of hope with nothing but the force of the Spirit!
To our salvation let us march onward pressed by the creative suffering of every race and every Equal Soul that paid a price along the way and let us join at the table of brotherhood Dreaming Like Kings!