My Box

Just like Pandora,

Opening my box won’t kill you.

Years should’ve proved that.



Fool! I can see you.
Still creeping in your shadows.
I am made of light.

Child of The Land of Nod

Child of The Land of Nod

Mother Tribe, take me in.
For I am a child of the Land of Nod.
Abandoned like an orphan,
I have been banished to wander at the price of another’s sin.
Praying for someone, something to wash this blood from my hands.

Mother Tribe, take me in.
For this wandering has been long,
And I yearn for a place to rest my weary head.
A place to let go of old myths and begin anew.

But Mother Tribe does not understand.
All she see are her children.
Her once lost, but newly found children,
Covered in the sin of another

“Come my Littles,”
She does say,
“Come and I will do, as a good mother does,
And wash and scrub this burden from your soul.
For children were not made to wear the sins of their maker.”

Mother Tribe, take me in.
Where I once was a child of the Land of Nod.
You graced me pure of the burdens of my creator.
Just as a good mother does.


WoMANity Haiku

WoMANity Haiku

I may be Woman
But also Human. Not beast
So I need not roar


A Haiku With a Spine

A Haiku With a Spine

Have integrity,
No matter what the crowds jeer,
You stand with yourself.


Never War

Never War

I tell you!
It is everywhere.
In every cell in body
Down to the blood drenched soil, I stand upon.

Yet, there are no dead?
They are all here
All alive…
Well, alive in body, anyway.
And their race will go on.

But I stand here, still.
With iron-clad heart.
With flags waving,
And weapons drawn,
Waiting to fight.
Fight what?
Fight who?
A Never War.
With never One.

I wish to breath the air outside these aged defenses.
For I grow weary of this empty siege,
This stifling armor,
And this cumbersome sword.

As I drop this metal soul to my feet,
I find I stand on dry, bloodless ground.
Standing right in the spot of a Never War.
That never was.

In that case,
It is time to go Home.




Dear One, come!
Climb roof tops with me,
Discover some mystery.

Take my hand!
And take this risk!
Let us smash false idols buried deep within our souls.
Ones we were once so desperate to look to…To cling to.

For today, I am a God Wrestler!
And from my mouth cries the voice of freedom!
Can you hear?

I have defeated the iron fist
I used to keep myself shackled from love,
And in doing so I have set myself free.
I have set us free.

And now I can love you as I do myself:

For today, I am a God Wrestler!
And from my mouth sings the voice of love!
Can you hear?


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