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So many kinds,each existing in a type of beauty called
Humanity
I've see the strong,the weak
Known the ones who can lift you up
And the ones who could bring you down
Down..not always through cruelty, but because they have
lessons to learn in life
But many do not learn.
And each carries his invisible armor,his shield,with them through life
To protect them, often not knowing who or what is the enemy
Until something or someone shows them.
Then up comes the shield,the armor... and deeper is buried the beauty within,
Armor becoming keeper of the treasure, the truth of being,
the spirit lies deep inside, buried behind successful attempts at protection.

To know and understand that truth of being, that beautiful spirit within,
that remains the goal.

To help find the road,to take the journey
Seeking that treasure in ourselves and others
Looking within....
Then we could say we know...
Our Fellow Man.

I dedicate this poem to the passion alive in every woman!~

We gather near the water and woodland,
to feast and feel
the mother's beating heart beneath our feet.
As her heart thrums, our senses awaken.
We are humbled by her bounty;
aware and thriving, feeling the gift
of her fire in our bellies.
Fire that is the spirit and conviction of womanhood.
We gather to bond as we rejoice in our feminine selves.
We gather to lose ourselves
in the magic of the realm.
The realm of dancing leaves and endless sky.
The towering pines teach us of strength,
while the sun bathes our skin in warmth,
reaching ever deeper into the soul.
Sisters, hand in hand. Each mind, each heart,
weaving us together in a tapestry of song,
connecting us to the true blessings of this sacred circle.
A circle of understanding and compassion,
joy and celebration.
Our play, our appreciation and our presence
ground our higher selves to the rhythm of life.
Life, brimming all around us.
Hand in hand, page by chapter, beat by breath.
We are one collective pulse, perfectly attuned
and centered in the here and now.
We are alive with the awareness of our perfect selves,
allowing all else to melt away.
Eye sparkle light dance.
One consciousness. One focused prayer.
We cannot help but smile at our strength this day.

One reminds me of
my wonderful mother,
Depictions of sisters
Renditions of brothers,
Found and lost lovers,
Friends and teachers,
Various gods and
mythological creatures,
My thoughts and beliefs
on our worlds origins
and religions,
Plainly displayed while
most keep them hidden,
A representation of my
martial arts skill,
Some don't understand
and maybe they never will,
A few things that shaped
my developing mind,
Comic heroes with whom
I identify,
The devil is there to remind
me "Be good",
For he would ensnare us
all if he could,
A tribal band is a high school friend,
And cartoons make me a kid again,
My pride in my country,
The stars and stripes wave,
An AR15 proudly displayed,
I'm asked all the time
"What's this?"
"What's that?",
It would take me more
than a minute to explain
all my tatts,
Unsolved mysteries,
Beautiful things,
Some about life and
others are dreams,
This is what my tattoos mean.

should we remain unspoken
and be a willing victim of a crime
about injustice and violence
committed by greedy politicians?

or should we undo our silence
stand strong and be brave
hold hands and be united
so graft and corruption will end?

It is a call you and I should make
stop believing what we're told
there's nothing to change nor improve
because this is as good as it can get?

I don't know about you
I believe otherwise.

Who keeps us smiling with with a
thousand stories and one?
Whom do the maidens choose
as the knight to be won
Who keeps the heart alive in his
every written poem
Why do the ladies sit weeping
by the phone
It is the one who keeps us poets
always asking for more
His name is Morgan..and
He's much much more!
Cafe2010

Walk into Eternity
Adorned with immortality
Stripped of flesh and bone
This primitive reality
Mind dimensions unknown
Spirit transcending time
Consciousness awakening from
itself
To a world beyond sublime
Infinity is but a moment, within
forever it is bound
Eternity is but a broken clock..
The only game in town-

I cannot feed multitudes with
a few loaves of fishes, but I
would if I could

I cannot still the tempest with
the wave of my hand, but I
would if I could

I cannot draw great masses with
my words, but I would if I could

I cannot give back to you all this world
has taken, but I would if I could

I cannot heal your broken heart, but
I would if I could

I cannot give you my faith in God's love,
but I would if I could-

Life is either hell or heaven for me, and, astoundingly, I discovered that I, decide moment to moment what my experience will be...

For instance, the point was driven dramatically home to me, when, years ago, a defence attorney who was extremely hostile to me in court, finally lost his battle to get his client off the hook,
We wearily trudged towards the exit-door, and I happened to be just behind him,
He paused, turned around to face me, and very graciously held the door open for me to exit first,
Astounding and decent as that act was, it was nothing compared to what I saw in his very alive, very aware and very educated eyes,
His message, albeit unspoken, was this:-
‘The battle is now over fellow-brother, I did my best to defend my client, so, it was necessary for me to attack you and vilify you and attempt to discredit your testimony, but, its over now, the jury has spoken, my heavy task is done, I want you to know that I bear you no grudge, and ask your forgiveness for the vicious manner in which I assaulted you...’
Wow! Unless you’ve had a similar experience, you cannot imagine the feeling that welled up inside me,
My tight chest immediately opened up, way-up, and all the pent-up negative energy just evaporated,
And my hell was instantly inverted and I entered my sweet heaven,
I looked into his eyes, and my unspoken message to him, was:-
‘I fully understand now that you did what you had to do, absolutely no hard feelings, indeed, instead I send you all the love I can muster! Thank you dear fellow-brother, that through your grace, you showed me the door to heaven...’
Since that day many years ago, I’m still growing in applying that lesson,
Every day, every moment, I remind myself to enter thru the doorway to heaven, and to give hell a miss...,
This is greatly facilitated, by my making conscious eye-contact with my fellows, and, most importantly by directing my being to speak with its ‘heart’ and not with its ‘head’...,
Thus, head-to-head, I enter hell,
But, heart-to-heart, I enter heaven...

Some might call it a
lonely christmas sittin'
here in the dark..
But my lil' tree is all
I need to warm my weary
heart..
I guess family could be
here but it wasen't meant
to be..
So I'll gaze at this lovely
glow from my lil' christmas
tree..

To be able to paint with words,
Or write, the speed of light,
To describe the beautiful birth of a star,
In the velvet sky, at night,
To give an honest account,
Of how an eagle soars gracefully in flight,
To know what really is,
The gift of second sight,
And…
To explain love and death but truly,
In a nutshell, every poets plight.