No longer do i seek
divination through
antiquated sorcery,
Nor supplicate to nebulous
spirits in clandestine
reverie.
I renounce the esoteric, the
obfuscatory, the occulted
night,
For I have found an
effulgent, benedictory,
convenantal light.
My soul rejects
thaumaturgical illusions and
superstitious chains,
And clings to the
transcendent, the
veracious, where true
freedom reigns.
No hex, no sigil, no arcane
nomenclature can compare,
To the omnipotent grace
that answers every
whispered prayer.
Let the ephemeral
glamorous of witchcraft
dissipate,
I walk now in sanctification-
redeemed, restored, and
consecrate.
There is a game of life,
And there's a game of play.
Best of seven need not
Rise as smooth as leaven.
Not every 'all-out attack'
Results in a come-back.
To some, every game is 'a must-win'.
For others, now and then is ok.
Some of us play "to win".
Others play 'not to lose".
We must play by the rules.
And rule # 1 is to choose.
Today when you’re picking out your clothes…
When deciding the who you want the world to see…
May you clothe yourself in love…
in kindness and generosity.
I love him, but he doesnt really care,..
Every time I need him, he aint ever there..
I was just a game, he was my all,
He cut me off like nothing, I'm still waiting for his call.
My heart is completely broken, split in two,
I just want him, idk what to do
This hurts so much, I wanna end my life..
I can’t take all this pain, I'm staring at this knife.
My lil ones keep me alive, still here fighting
I have no other choice, so i just get to writing…
Everything i feel, so i can let it all out
He’s definitely not worth it…. Thats without a doubt
I am grateful for knowing the difference between
losing hope…or choosing hope….
When we lose hope…nothing is possible….
When we choose hope…anything is.
I am not responsible
for the ache that blooms in others
when I place my name
above their expectations.
I have spent lifetimes
softening my voice,
shrinking my needs,
turning myself into a bridge
everyone could cross
while I remained unseen.
No more.
I refuse to apologize
for setting boundaries
where I once offered blood.
I refuse to carry guilt
that was never mine to hold.
My choosing myself
is not cruelty—
it is survival.
It is the long-delayed breath
of a woman who learned
that love without self-respect
is only a slow disappearance.
If my growth unsettles you,
let it.
If my no feels heavy,
place it down—
it was never meant to live in my hands.
I am allowed
to protect my peace,
to bloom without permission,
to walk away from rooms
where my silence was preferred
over my truth.
I choose myself
not to wound the world,
but to finally heal
the woman I abandoned
for far too long.
And that—
that is not selfishness.
That is coming home.
I am grateful
(heeding the words of Martin Luther King)
when it comes to this life
knowing, exactly, what to choose
exactly what I can bring
To try no matter what happens…
no matter when or how…or where…
to choose love
because hate
is much too hard a burden to bear.
If I had to choose, I wouldn't,
I'd rather succumb to the worst options,
than choose and choose wrongly.
And if I was to choose wrongly,
I wouldn't mind being right for choosing.
It isn’t always easy
and in today’s world it is often hard to do
But I am grateful that I try my best
to choose love in everything I do
I have seen those who do the Dance of Death
although, they do not know what they are doing
choices, some bold and brave, some dumb and young
are made and the consequences drive the dance
some boldly go dancing, some timidly dance,
and some blindly dance as if no one is watching
the scene is scary, yet can be moving
and my prayer for the dancer is that they live
to dance again and make choices once more,
hopefully wiser ones that will allow them to
grow older and bolder and live to dance again
I have a little malady; it feels like leprosy or maybe it just looks like it
The recipient of chicken pox twice, slap cheek and now shingles,
I could spend my life being irritated, angry, lamenting my fate
They have not lasted five days, they have lasted five years
One day I said let’s ignore them, maybe they will go away
They do not go away, and I sit on them, on my left side
So, you can imagine this is truly comfortable.
Not!
We tried seven remedies; I cannot take a shingles shot until they go away.
My doctor said “they may never go away;
this was the worst-case I had ever seen.”
Okay, if we are going to live together shingles,
then I will to do a lot better job of ignoring you.
I can throw salve on you sometimes,
but other than that, you are not wasting my time.
I choose poetry, I choose art, I choose cartooning. I choose my dogs.
You take very little of my mind or my thoughts.
My choice, my outlook, my attitude.
I am choosing wisely.
His sloppy slipshod attitude
Was picked up by both daughters
His son took after his wife
A minimalist who never abided a mess
The son never let the hoarders into his house
Losing touch with his father and his sisters
Choosing neatness and cleanliness over people
Just as his mother had done.
That one final
bullet
That one final
dagger
To use
on another
Or to use
— on ourselves
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
May we be blessed to stand in love’s all-encompassing glow…
having chosen love yesterday…
choosing love today…
and hopefully….choosing love tomorrow….
Choosing love in the sunlight…in the rain
underneath the moon…the stars….
to keep choosing love every day
until
love becomes exactly who we are.
Hair Long to short and teeth once straight
BUT
now instead crooked
Food made fresh,
BUT
now instead eat nothing, that requires me to cook it
The body with an exercise routine, I enjoyed feeling strong
BUT
now instead the mirror sought unbearable, I look uglier and stupid
A match made in heaven we both seemed so well-suited
BUT
now instead I see the devil, who all along disguised as baby Cupid
a young girl struck by love, my future plans then lucid
BUT
now instead my only thoughts are......
I must have been deluded
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