This poem was inspired by a musical/noise and visual performance by my friend Kevin Chini at the Bat Cave in Arcata, CA.
Woke up enveloped with fear and de… Crying uncontrollably as the day b… Pain from my past seeping into my… The struggle within can no longer… can no longer be pushed further an…
Don’t trust the vision. It’s tainted with haves and have-n… possibilities lost with the percep… current reality obscured by lookin… the present moment thrown away
I am blessed with emptiness. A vessel to be filled then spilled all over humanity,
The experience of a poetry open mi… frees us from cultural restriction… enabling us to explore the human e… in a space of truth and vulnerability
Ground. Grow. Flower. Seed Detaches. Soaring. Wanders Settling. Root. Breathe
When spirits are low and insecurit… Never doubt the power of the mind! my vices are nowhere to be found..… I inhale and pause, as I taste so… and feel color.
Like fire I’ll spark passion within your hea… alive and bright! Like water I’ll rinse you of insecurity and f…
Little girl, you’re as pretty as a… Standing there all sheep and shy,… You’re a field of flowers of vario… here to inspire beauty and bring p… Let those bees stop by and pollina…
As a white female living in a colo… I don’t know what it’s like to step outside and fear for my life. Sure there’s being in the wrong pl…
1). World of possibility veiled in the hands of a little gi… faded out of consciousness... 2).
The winter months are coming the cold welcomes in darkness the days get shorter and light starts to fade. This is a familiar place
Potential is not lived up to when… Loneliness is less-experienced whe… Tolerance is Lover when ignorance… Patience is Mother when suffering…
Sometimes my vision shifts to gray and people become masses of chaos, unrecognizable balls of energy sur… nothing is exciting or intriguing it’s all rather fucked, isn’t it?
What terrifies me most is what I’m made of. A personal trauma-filled past and the accumulated karma of centuries of manipulation and d…
There’s that moment, when I’m surrounded by drunk people, where I contemplate: "Stay sober & watch others make fools of themselves, or get drunk and be a fool with them." Last night I ...