Medusa Rising Again

Planetary Solace: Act 1

Before  I became,

Long before the became ones

There, a tunnel

Here, a song.

A waft of music thrilling

Ran down the river spine

Heard today, full moon

Tiny girl songs

No time to find the river

How will we walk on

No I am now many

We are a murder

Of Crows

Of Tyme

Of Nature

We could kill Gravity

We three are now four.

Numerical soul 

Phylogenetic phonetic

Airplane Mode.

Would never have found my way back here after all these years without the reminder email from blog spot. I can't edit the stuff under the title....irritating. But I wrote this back in the dark years....2002 through 2008. Now I have my seven month old baby boy, I finally got to fulfill the ultimate artistic dream of being pregnant and having a baby, and now I'm too involved with living that great gift to write anything so miserable as what I used to write.

I don't stay up and drink wine either. There's no need to drink when everything you want is right next to you, breathing sweetness and light right into your hair.

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This is an elr=ectronic journey into the realm of the frustration void.

Let the tools and the tables turn if it is meant to be...

Here it is...first day here
already the blood and poetry
are pouring from
the eye sockets

What shall we do
What shall we do
a closed mind at two...
the Tarot Cards at four...

Nothing more to alert
Nothing less to awaken

The word is the Mindfulness
It is all that you own









What shall


what shall we

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