Soul renewal

Looking upward into the burning ball
above me,
I cannot help but notice the
sky trails weaving an
Marks the spot.
No matter the bitters we have been spitting,
when it comes down to it.
As the pushing and shoving
takes front and center
to the love,
pains and strains
lead to breaks.
My own breakage left me addled
and shook up.
The toils I gathered became
binding chains instead
of the
reign of love
I wished for.
So, I wake, feeling my soul renewed.
A freshness that reminds me
of grass with its early morning dew.
Letting go to let in
the light.
A thundering bolt of color
that is twisting around the coils
of my injured self.
Releasing the slashes of yesteryear.
Trusting the now clear voice of my
The Father who patiently waited
while around my universe I skated.
Crumbling bricks of misshapen masonry.
Built up better, stronger,
Shining with the flecks of a glittering
God head.
A new head of my household.

Smell the Roses

I am flabbergasted, amazingly astounded and utterly sad at this.
And so much, so very much more.
Let some LOVE through, it is really just a Sunday mornin thingy, but all the time.

Don’t give up now

Don’t give up now, not after the battles we’ve won.

Heated blasts we’ve overcome.

It became all too treacherous, devious and frightening.

Occasionally beating off the lechers and those charmers with a fist.

Truthfully, the shit could take another one down.

Of course, hurting souls are to be expected.

Instead of the hurts burning alone, inside, stuck churning.

Facing up to what is offered can turn.

Turn into valid lessons. It is a bittersweet honey.

The wicked and wild transgressions heaped upon shall be the ashes of our Rising Phoenix.

Colors bold, blue, black, yellow and red explode, abound around us.

Glimpses of the gleaming light we must heed.

Wishes to be the practitioner, not the lecturer. A safeguard.

Hold my hand, I have your heart.

Blessings and Bliss amid the chaos, we choose to stand together.

KS 2012

I don’t think I like Fridays.

This morning is tough, My chest feels like it is being crushed, something that started the moment I heard of my baby.  My days have been filled with I am not sure what but the hours pass.  Thank the Gods for my boys, if they werent’ here, I don’t think I could be breathing right now.
I have been going through all the keepers of my boys, you know, school work, pretty little things they made for me, report cards, awards…and if I don’t think to my self…he was a happy boy, why, why, why?…I am thrilled to look at this stuff again and have the bright and beautiful memories that I do.
I miss my baby.