Feminine Powers

A woman's time of month
Sacral chakra releases emotional rust and such
But, holds on to beneficial love
Goodbye to the energy that no longer serves me

A woman's body knows what's pure
it knows what is old and dirty
it knows what must leave this body
Goodbye to the energy that no longer serves me

A heavy, large gate has been tightly shut
For a nice long month
An orange combustion opens it up
Goodbye to the energy that no longer serves me

Molded mud flows thousands of feet out
They say a well-taken care of, clean vehicle
always makes for a more pleasant route
Goodbye to the energy that no longer serves me

Aligned with the moon
and it's every which rhythm
energy is the divine woman's religion
Goodbye to the energy that no longer serves me

Just be and just breathe
An external mess and commotion caused by
Old subconscious emotions ready to retreat
Goodbye to the energy that no longer serves me

Forbidden Fruits

Why is the forbidden fruit
always the sweetest?
Forbidden fruits
are for our demons

We love what we can't have
We desire what is not ours
But. The forbidden fruit
is forbidden for a reason

Ego and identity
fiend for the forbidden fruits
chases and loves
all that is forbidden

Divine spirit
accepts the fruit
loves the fruit
and focuses only on the fruit
that is given

effortlessly

Fresh Air

New boy
New balance
You bring me so much love
laughter and happiness

Happy wife, happy life
is what you always express
You're real to the bone, noble, & loyal
Actions never less than I expect

I feel rooted to the ground
Safe, warm, and light
as I hold your hand
and walk by your side

A whirlwind of rusty energy
can be surrounding me
But the minute you pull me close
nothing exists, but your light

You embody
an energy so divine and pure
The universe clearly has my back
of that, I am sure

A slow burn
A gradual burn
growing in my heart
so peaceful and secure

Right place
Right time
Same mind
Same vibe

a breath of fresh air

Thank you,
d.d.

Express yourself

Express yourself
Where do all those 
thoughts and feelings go
if you bottle
all that shit up?

That's disastrous
to your soul

Write it out
Ride it out
Yell it out
Dance it out
Feel it out

Or let it sit there
Unexpressed
As it rots
and grows
into a toxic
molded mess

your voice
your choice

Spilled Milk

You can't un-burn
burnt toast
Throw it out
Get you a new bread
or keep the better half

Spilled milk
Don't f*cking cry
over a spill of milk
Get you a napkin
and laugh

No such thing
as un-burning
and no point
in crying
over spilled things

Pause

Not sure what to write
Not sure where to go
Turbulence in my mind
Tornado in my heart

Lost, but still.
Still and lost
No such thing as lost and still.
Time to pause.

Don't rewind
Don't press play
For sure don't fast forward
Just pause the game

Do I go right?
Do I go left?
Choose the path that is lighter
For a life much brighter

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