I’ll gently go to my good night

Embrace my death without a fight.

For there’s no loss in letting go

Into the clear immortal flow.

Where I’ll live on, on higher planes.

Yet still within our love remains,

In symbols wide awake or dreams

Of butterflies and flowing streams,

Connections through the days and nights

Until again we reunite ❤️

Why do some people use Woke as a slur

And they don’t have a clue what it means?

It’s become a dog whistle that they use to blur

The lines that they cross to demean.

But now they go lower and turn up the heat

“Woke mind virus” they made up to spread fear

They bang this new drum and don’t skip a beat

To drown out this truth and not hear.

Woke means we well know and are fully aware

That systemic racism exists.

It means we want change and means we’ll be there

With black people to shout and resist.

“Black lives matter, and never, will our march for truth tire us,

On the road that is steep we must tread.”

May the truth they deny, yet invoked, “woke mind virus”,

Be marched round the world and be spread.

Why is there no refuge in a refugee camp?

Why don’t some who’ve suffered the most understand

About innocent people once called civilians

In refugees camps where they still bomb and kill them?

This fighting must stop from the top to the ground.

Enough is enough as their pain goes around

In circular motion, tit for tat, back and forth,

Deaths way beyond even but stay the same course.

It’s time to put down all weapons of war.

It’s time to sit down and compromise more.

Get rid of the leaders who created this show

Grass roots to grass roots come together to grow.

As Abraham’s family both branches decide

To live as one people, in peace, side by side.❤️

It seems like it’s always one shoe then another

That drops on the floor up above.

Every time one awakes me, I brace for the other

Dreading fear I’ve had quite enough of.

Why so much fear? This dread is so hard.

The bane of my very existence.

To live my life scared, always on guard

That more shoes will soon fall in an instant.

I was born with this fear frozen in pain

Passed down from past generations

I was born to release this fear that remained

Reconnecting our lost innervations.

Cry, once frozen tears that my ancestors quelled

From the constant travails they once bore

Shake out the fear my grandmother held

When at three, she was forced to ignore.

If I’m brave enough to go back and repair

The damage once done that passed down,

Kindred spirits will dance in my garden, feet bare

No more shoes need be made to cast down.

It is very unlikely, if you don’t have a home,

You can have any sort of stability.

With no safe place to sleep, or food of your own,

This just makes for much more disability.

For the mentally challenged, or ones drug addicted,

Or ones just down on their luck

Not to have basic needs will keep them conflicted

Between trying and just giving up.

But if, as a collective, we help one another

Pledge dignity, with conscience, for all,

We’ll make Housing First, become One with honor

Indivisible, with liberty, and justice for all❤️

I rarely write poems that are just about light,

I always have to include the dark night.

But most don’t like feeling the dark in a poem,

Don’t want the unconscious to trigger and show them,

Shame that is trapped by resistant denial.

Can’t hear other’s pain from facing hard trials.

The world is their oyster of happy illusion

Don’t ask and don’t tell is their world peace solution.

So we need to have earthquakes to force us from cloister.

Because next a tsunami throws sand in our oyster.

So let’s use this grit to make layers of healing.

With layers that shine we can find shameful feelings,

Then with our denial be smoothly released.

With dark and light layers we’ll make pearls of peace.

And with peace within made while creating our pearls,

We might soon have enough to make peace in our world!

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How would you feel as a scapegoat for millions?

If you add all religions it might be for billions.

How would you feel if they literally said

God hates who you are, and we want you dead.

How does a child who’s LGBTQ

Ever survive this collective abuse?

Do you think kids don’t feel mass rejection inside?

Do you care if they hurt and commit suicide?

For just having brains that are neurodiverse

That has nothing to do with “sin” or a curse!

Despite science proving we’re born on a spectrum.

Our bodies and brains many factors affect them.

From time in the womb to exogenous sources

Hormones and genes create different courses.

So stop making our children go through this ordeal

Love and accept them until their heart’s heal.

Then if your children are LGBTQ

You’ll nurture their nature to live lives in truth.

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Sometimes when I write

I have physical pain.

Words stuck in the muck

of my unconscious brain.

So I write the pain out of my head

til it’s gone.

So some of my poems

become pretty long.

I ask myself questions

but mostly ask why.

This breaks down denial

that blinds my mind’s eye.

Rhythm and rhyme start

Pulsing and clanging

unconsciously used

to start rearranging

the dissonant words

in my unconscious brain.

It pulls them together

to help me feel sane

with answers to questions

my soul needs to hear.

To make sense of my rage,

my shame, and my fear.

Close out the last lines

with coherent conclusion

an answer that gives

my soul resolution ❤️

Why so much hate for trans and queer people?

What makes some so hateful they want to be lethal?

They don’t like they standup to up end status quo.

Don’t want to blend in or fit into a mold.

They’re here loud and proud unafraid to be bold.

They want to free all from young to the old.

They want to make all presentations the norm

From sun shiny day to tumultuous storm.

So nobody’s shamed when they don’t conform

Through master transmuters this world will transform ❤️

Amends are not just about saying you’re sorry, or owning mistakes that you make.

It’s accepting the guilt of your wrongs toward another and your will to repair your mistakes.

What does that mean, how do you do this, repair what you’ve done in the past?

We ask who we’ve wronged what would help them feel right and bring light to the shadows we cast.

What if they ask for unjust compensation and we don’t have it to give?

Sometimes what’s been done take years to repair, sometimes as long as we live.

Generational harm done by a collective is made right by repair of a system.

Then giving survivors the means to move past all the obstacles once used against them.

Reparation of systems, one’s own, or collective, will release us from unconscious fate.

Only from balance can consciousnesses flow through the heart and be used to create.❤️

Did our founders deny self evident truths,

When they denied many to have any pursuits?

An autonomous life was denied the enslaved.

They never had liberty the Creator gave.

There was no happy pursuit to be had.

They weren’t treated equal just equally bad.

Not one was allowed their inalienable rights.

Our founders endowed them just 3/5 a life.

Our country’s foundation was built on their backs.

Their denial of self evident truths are the facts!

Meghan you tried, you outshined the rest.

But there was no way that you’d pass their test.

So the father, step mother and sibling in-laws

Tried dimming your light that exposed their deep flaws.

Yet you were their chance to break the old curse;

But then they would choose to repeat, even worse.

They could have made changes, gone a new way,

Welcomed a woman of color to stay.

Be part of their family, and heal from the past.

Make Commonwealth nations feel welcome at last.

But they let their conscious and unconscious bias,

As racism prove to the world through their silence,

That they didn’t care to protect you from harm.

So you had to leave and heed this alarm.

And still you get hate if you will or you won’t,

Are damned by the press if you do or you don’t

Go back for more hate and abuse by a Nation

To watch sycophants drool at their “King’s” coronation!

I need a purging

A poem is emerging

I must let it out

I stand with the ones who choose to be real, who love who they love, and express how they feel.

Despite hateful liars now stealing their rights, the ones who choose truth in the end win this fight.

So stand up for the truth to be taught in all schools. Let books about true mental health be the rule.

Because being clueless does not make kids “straight”. It only makes bullies and victims of hate.

Has history borne out we’re all “straight” in the womb, until some are tricked being brainwashed and groomed?

NO, science has proved we’re all born on a spectrum; our bodies and brains, many factors affect them.

From time in the womb to exogenous sources hormones and genes create different courses.

So stop preaching hate and calling it sin. Change hate to love by healing within.

Then if your children are LGBTQ you’ll nurture their nature to live lives in truth.❤️

I was born in the South where most choose to sleep.

Most live in a dreamworld that they want to keep.

A white privileged dream where they make the rules,

Rewriting history once taught in all schools.

Can’t teach about slavery, Jim Crowe segregation,

Dr. King’s marches, that changed our whole nation.

Can’t talk about race because that’s about blame.

White privileged deniers don’t like feeling shame.

Why can’t they admit that our system is racist?

Our country can’t thrive if we do not face this.

You can’t enslave people then put up a fight,

Be forced to free them then not make things right.

We owe the ones passed and their kin who survive

Their vote and the means to allow them to thrive,

We must teach true history so it can’t repeat.

Make voting easy so sleepers can’t cheat.

Take back free speech the sleepers revoked.

Let them scream in their “nightmare” called truth, til they’re woke.

Who stacked the deck, fixed the cards I was dealt;

Oppressed my free will and emotions I felt?

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To survive in my family I couldn’t say no.

I lost all connection to body and soul.

So even when grown with no parents around

I couldn’t say no, was unconsciously bound

To react out a life with no self protections,

From boundary assaults to brutal rejections.

So as cognitive dissonance made a huge gap

My unconscious baggage fell down in my lap.

I saw how and why addiction hooks players.

Addiction is passed from unconscious creators.

Inherent ancestral control and oppression

Fuels rage and shame cycle’s addictive obsession.

For years I’ve done purges to heal shame and rage,

So my body and soul, once again, could engage.

So the fate of the cards I once thought had been sealed

Could transform through my body and soul to free will.

Experience, strength, and hope, not advice

Is all we should share, to say more is not wise.

No person on Earth knows what’s right for another

Not even close family, your father or mother.

So to offer advice for what others should do

Is not about them it is all about you

Projecting unconscious control from your past

Triggered to consciously heal it at last.

But instead of now healing your toxic control

You act out once again the same meddlesome role.

So unless you’ve experienced a similar fate,

And found strength within that you can relate

Enough to give hope they will find they’re own way;

Deal with your own issues, you don’t get a say.

I spent my whole life hoping
To be nurtured by my mother
I spent my whole life coping
Substituting with another
Acceptance from a friend
Or authorities unknown
Or I would just pretend
I was fine left on my own
So friends that I’d attract
Would do their best to care
But no one could give back
With all our cupboards bare
Unconsciously behind it all
Yet many years ahead
I felt the truth behind my wall
And suddenly felt dead
It took more than a year for me
To know the reason why
Why so much rage and fear in me
Had made my friendships die
No friend on earth can substitute
The nurture of your mother
It cannot grow without a root
Be grafted from another
The time had come to let them go
Illusions fully grieved
How could they give or even know
What they had not received
I had to start anew within
By planting my love’s seed
With nurturing it grew within
Fulfilling my own need
So one day I’ll be ready
From deep roots I’ve grown tall
As fruits of love grow steady
I then can nurture all

“Thoughts and prayers” don’t mean they care, and cannot stop insanity.

When angry teens are given means to lose their soul’s humanity.

At eighteen years, can’t buy a beer, but buys himself war weapons,

Enough to kill his prey at will, a massacre in seconds.

Children, as their stalker killed, cried HELP to save their lives.

Their plaintive words remain unheard, their help would not arrive.

As “good guns” wait with help too late the wounded children died.

While parents wept as they were kept from running to their side.

The NRA and those they pay can keep their “Thoughts and Prayers”.

Till laws and rules create safe schools they just pretend they care.

This has to change, no more deranged blind EGOS taking bribes.

Politician’s blind ambitions must be stopped this time!

A metaphor for our time.

No wonder we chose to deny our ninth planet. The truth was soon coming so we tried to ban it.

But unconscious Karma is still coming around. So our shame and the truth we repressed can be found.

From the very first day our American dreams came true with denial of unconscious screams

Trying to wake us and tell us it’s wrong, to lie, steal, and kill to bulid nations strong.

But that’s what we did to build our new nation. We stole native’s land then enforced reservations.

We kidnapped then trafficked enslaved human beings. We worked them to death without ever feeling

The shame we deserved and worked hard to suppress that soon went unconscious to not cause distress.

So it’s not surprising when Karma reveals, hypocrites rise once again to conceal.

Lessons in books that could heal us, if learned. But the books that cause white people shame must be burned.

So we’re doomed to repeat when we ban what is true. Play out karma’s fate till we pay what is due.

Staying stuck in a cycle as shame takes us down. No hope for transcendence till truth is avowed.

But if truth is allowed to purge shame for our past. Then we will transcend, finally be Free at Last!

Does the Arc of the moral universe bend

towards Justice?

When will this Arc find it’s end?

Don’t trust this

when Justice is always pushed back

so many times our minds have lost track.

Because we’re unconscious unable to see

True Justice can never be served till we’re free

from unconscious judgement denied through projection.

Self judgment from shame caused by unjust rejections.

As children abused, our hearts hardened early

to deaden the pain we received without mercy.

But now our self judgement we learned to project

Can be owned and transformed to self love and respect.

If we heal childhood pain from injustices faced.

Faced not by just us but the whole human race.

Then we’ll feel once again when Injustice is done.

With hearts full of mercy we’ll heal one by one.

Then when critical mass ignites our mass conscience

we’ll feel Justice near and no longer beyond us.

Then Justice For ALL we thought distant, comes early.

For the Arc now bends freely to Justice through mercy.

Alright Jehovah strike me down dead. I’ve found a new path, I’m moving ahead.

Would a heavenly Father send children to hell for not choosing to blindly obey him, please tell?

I’m just a human, a mother of two, yet know in my heart and my soul it’s not true.

True love of a Father won’t come with a price. Only blind EGO demands sacrifice.

So I’m gonna say it, Jehovah’s a myth, an old Saturn archetype of structure and death.

From the Taurean Age, to Aries the Ram, to Piscean fishes, sent forth by the lamb.

But now a new age begins a transition. Aquarian souls who were born for this mission

Will usher us to the Aquarian age when Piscean purging makes clean the next stage.

Then our minds will be clear for we’ll carry our water. No more sacrifice of our sons or our daughters.

We’ll have two thousand years to finally be done with heaven and hell when true love makes us ONE

“Pro-lifers” shout murder, preach, thou shalt not kill, quote rules they made up for when life is instilled.

Yet we know “pro-lifers” will flip in contortion to cheer in a death chamber postbirth abortion.

Who’s journey in life began with a breath that instilled Human Rights till their life yields to death.

They don’t care about lives, or their rights after birth, just forcing precarious journeys to earth.

But care for their rights to choose their religion. Then use their beliefs to take rights from ALL women!

But the ones who’ve evolved to choose what is best, know that no one but them is involved in this test.

And will never comply, if abortions are banned; have their bodies held hostage to birth on demand!

Know when journeys toward life are not safe and supported, to postpone isn’t murder, just a journey aborted.

As for those shouting murder it’s pure misdirection of male domination denied through projection.

So we’ll shout till they wake, stop projecting their vengeance; “LOOK IN THE MIRROR & MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!”

Monarchy thrives when they all “know their place”, when “commoners” not only choose but embrace

Positions in life that hold up their “betters”, that pay just enough to pay off golden fetters.

For hundreds of years the “common” were told the monarch protects them and for this they’re owed

Trust and respect, Eternal allegiance. This kept them “knowing their place” without grievance.

Vicarious living through blue blooded tales now keeps them in place when their lives becomes stale.

Cheering at shows of white privilege and pride, to this common bond their fetters are tied.

And in doing, accept they’ve long been conditioned to cheer for a show with no chance of admission

Or share in this wealth of these castles and lands they view from a distance yet pay tax on demand.

So why doesn’t Monarchy fall in disgrace? The “common” uphold them by “knowing their place”.

No knee should bend nor eyes look down in reverence to raise a crown. For “Royal” blood does not exist, just rivals fighting in the mist. The winner claimed the title “King”. What did this change in bloodline bring?

Incestuous insanity bred Kings and Queens of tyranny. Made wars to conquer foreign lands to meet entitled “royal” demands.

They claimed they represented God, divine by blood in grand facade. These lands they conquered they would claim were their’s to plunder in God’s name.

Still to this day they think it’s right they killed and stole with ruthless might! In recent years set some lands free, yet made not one apology!

Now all kings and queens must fall as karma comes to level all. The blight and pain they left behind, must now be recompensed, they’ll find.

For now the young have come to see, there cannot be equality for the poor or in between the sycophants of “royalty”.

So for our future global health the “royals” must return the wealth their greedy bloodline stole and passed to keep their “royal” idols cast.

Then balance and equality can supersede idolatry. So poor can rise as Kings comes down from pedestal to common ground. Here all can see, for there’s no mist, that royal blood does not exist.

Tabloids and haters use Meghan and Harry

As scapegoats of unconscious rage, made to carry

Hundreds of years of racist classism

Seen round the world as Imperialism

They came to join forces to build and cross bridges

But at the same time still fulfill their main missions

Protect their own lives and the life of their son

There is no real life if boundaries aren’t done

To be public and private are not contradictions

They can choose to speak out and still make restrictions

They aren’t paid by the system so there’s no more excuse

For tabloids and haters to dole out such abuse

To those who found freedom they want back in control

So they hide under bridges as they try taking tolls

To keep them from crossing their bridge between races

And their bridge between classes where all have equal places

But Meghan and Harry no longer owe tolls

To cross their own bridges they don’t have to pay Trolls!

“Never complain, never explain, you must keep to our strict code of silence.”

For a woman of conscience this code was pure nonsense no way could she live in compliance.

How could a girl who spoke truth to the world be a woman whose voice is controlled?

Who’s never allowed to speak truth out loud and her side of the story be told.

The Firm had a chance to soften their stance, be open to changing the system,

But their feigned color blindness was seen through in their silence revealing the truth of racism,

And sexist beliefs that hide underneath the facade of a Consort and Queen.

Who promotes patriarchy behind her monarchy that keeps fear controlled and unseen.

Unconsciously scared they chose not to care to call off the dogs in the press.

They were threatened by freedom that she’d supersede them so in fear they chose to regress.

To again not complaining and never explaining as their chance for real change had to leave.

For her family’s protection and her soul’s resurrection she had to move on to achieve

What Meghan and Harry and Archie will carry this message that some chose to fear;

For sick systems to change we all must complain, to explain this is why they are here!

Charles was forced by the rules to marry a virgin

This “blue blooded” tale had to be the Firm’s version

No matter the harm that it did to all three

Pawns that they used whose real lives could not be

So they cast a facade as a show for the Crown

Charles kept Camilla which kept his wife down

Unconsciously living their ancestor’s fate

King Edward and Alice and his Queen would create

This old toxic tale to recast through the system

Remaking a fate no one real could exist in

Till finally the blue blooded tale came undone

Unraveling lies of the tale the Firm spun

Living the tale had come to cost all

They all lost some time but Diana lost all

So what moral is gained from this tragic old tale

Repeating bad fates should make bad systems fail

Like this system of Royals clinging hard to the past

So it’s time for the Red Blooded Spares they’ve outcast

To build a new system a real life paradigm

So “blue blooded” tales stop recasting in time

As I write these words he is eating his last meal

Every plea for mercy has been made at his appeal

From the federal courts to the court we call Supreme

Vengeance won the battles with it’s punishment extreme

Why is death an issue in this enlightened age

Why are there laws written just to mitigate our rage

How can we just kill them with malice in our hearts

With forethought make a plan for the hour they must depart

To me this sound familiar like premeditated murder

But when we kill our victim we carry it much further

We invite an audience to watch our victim’s death

Stand silent as our victim dies and gasps for their last breath

And then feel satisfaction now we can finally live

But we will not live fully until we can forgive

For the eye and tooth we take will never make it better

Until we give forgiveness our hearts remain in fetters

Our anger might be soothed a while but there’s a price to pay

For we’re much worse for what we’ve done, our vengeance killed today.

He was born as the “spare” this fate was instilled

By all but his mother but then she was killed

Like a fox she was hunted hounded to death

Then all Harry had was what his Mum left

She left a desire to regain what she lost

A life that is real no matter the cost

But Harry was made to stiffen his lip

His unconscious grief fueled many bad trips

Until he woke up and dealt with his sorrows

Turned unconscious fate into conscious tomorrows

So he could attract his soulmate for life

Then he found Meghan his true and real wife

With lips never stiffened in truth she could speak

Born facing truth it was justice she’d seek

She had been righting wrongs since she was a child

So now as a woman she would not be defiled

When the same hunters stalked her, worse than before

She chose to speak truth from her strong inner core

She said “I’m not willing to merely survive “

“My family and I must be able to thrive”

Then they both agreed to do all that it takes

To protect and preserve their souls for their sakes

If they must step back or step down to protect them

They’d keep these boundaries till all would respect them

They won’t let lies stand or denials from the racists

Who whitewash racism with lies that are baseless

“She’s a gold digging actress not fit to be royal”

When it’s her strength and her color that makes their blood boil

Only fools would be puppets in this royal sideshow

Dancing on strings as their noses would grow

When Diana spoke truth she was smeared by the press

They slammed her for voicing her hurt and distress

So she took the lead and left the side show

She cut the strings and let herself go

She blazed the trail for her son and his wife

To regain what she lost and live a REAL LIFE