i want wild

 i want to be wild

bare feet pressed in to wet earth

and hands

hands

reaching for the whispers carried on the  wind

wild i want

to be

me

water running

rushing, racing

i race against waters that flow into me

tresses flying free

skin warmed by the intimate rays of sunshine

cascading down from the heavens

holding me, wrapping me in life

i want to run

muscles flexing, working

blood pumping, feeding life in to my excess

feed me earth

feel me earth

earth

need me

sweet life radiating raucous vivacity

i want wild

The world is coming for me
bangin on my door
Trying to compromise me
always wanting more

I see the life I want
never thought I'd be
trying to chase it down
its always out of reach

But then I think about
the promise that he made me
And then I realize
Whats mines is only made for me

I can't explain to you
the way it makes me feel
to know that with his perfect love
I can be healed


...unfinished

Poppalot (a Poem for our Father)

Poppalot
(a Poem for our Father)
I love you
Oh, God knows how much
I love you
And every day I wake up

How much I’m thinking of you
How much I miss our fights
Our laughter, your crazy ways
How much I want you near me
Giving advice on those hard days

I love you
Oh, God knows how much
I love you
And every day I wake up
How much I’m thinking of you

How much you loved our children
And helped us make them strong
How much you cared for us
Always there when things went wrong
Fixing tires
And cars that wouldn’t start
Creating memories
That we hold close to our heart

I love you
Oh, God knows how much
I love you
And every day I wake up
How much I’m thinking of you

You gave us life, you gave us love
And the southern charm that
we adore
We will miss you every hour
Every day and forever more

A Poem for Shequila

Just like the flower 
that does not bloom in spring
no purity is lost
the beauty there still remains
tucked away in that special place
safe and secure from the world

though the world could not see
my eyes were gifted with sight
for a time she honored me
with her true self

I saw it
her spirit; a vibrant hue 
that few have ever seen

such a special flower
I watched her grow
and change
and become more
more than just the seed that was planted

she touched me
showed me the magic that 
that had grown from that blessed seed

and now that her winter has come
I will remember springtime
the purity, the beauty,and the magic

Becoming who you need to be -V.S.- Becoming who you are meant to be

Becoming who you need to be refers to changing or evolving to fit certain circumstances. In essence, being restricted by some external force with respect to the growth of your character and personality. What does it mean when you allow yourself to be restricted. In some cases, it means that you have learned a socially acceptable amount of discipline. In other cases, it could mean that you are allowing others to stifle your spirit. You are allowing yourself to be placed in to a box. You are taking whatever life throws at you and allowing it to conquer you rather than you conquering it. Don't allow yourself to be stifled. Become who you are meant to be. Don't let anything hold you back. Don't just accept the negativity in life, transform it. Use the negative, to invigorate you. Affirm yourself and proclaim that you are well able to overcome whatever is trying to hold you back. Decide, are you becoming who you need to be or who you are meant to be. Hopefully the latter.

As a woman, as a person there are certain limits that people like to place on you. But do you accept or reject them? Were you even aware that you had the choice? Well you do... have a choice. Exercise your right to control your own life . Be in control of you...

Thoughts...

I want something great out of life. I see people around me doing great things... writing books, being activist, making major moves. It feels awful to be stagnant or to be in a place where you feel you shouldn't be. Do you ever just look out at the horizon and wish that you had wings so that you could just fly away? Fly out over the cities and just feel free like the birds do. Free to go and do and be...

Welcome...

I feel, I write. I cry, I scream, I yell. I express words. I express me. This is my life, my love, my dreams, my imagination. Enjoy.