Your Words Vanished in History’s Truth

Your words

They sting like pros

Stabbing Swords

Legendary Forms

Parasite in my pores

Transformed myself toxic

Poisoned my own existence

Blinding fogs permeated vision

Coping skills

Self destruction, sabotage at will


Transitioned to deflection

No expectation

Utter isolation

Peaceful meditation

Less intimidation

Healed incarnation

Abundant simulation

Your Words vanished

I replaced them with Truths

Judge a Book by It’s Content

Dandelions in the fields

Weeds that help to heal

Some pull and pluck and kill

The plant is a weed

Something too ill

Not knowing the speed

To cure, mend, and feed

Don’t judge a book by it’s cover

Judge a book by it’s content

Everything has a purpose and grace

Even in the most forsaken place

The weed thrives, cures, and blooms

History’s Baggage Turned Into Blessings

If your hands are full of hate

You can’t receive peace

If your heart is full of bitterness

You have no room for love

If your mind is full of fear

You can’t think of paths as clear

If you hang on to history’s baggage

You can’t fly into promised lands

Sometimes loosing is not a loss

If you are opening and making room

For what is yet to come

What Weights You Down is Not an Anchor

What weights you down

Is not an anchor

When your hands are full

Your heart is empty

Your brain is blinded

Your intuition sidelined

You can’t receive

If you don’t let go

Of what weights you down

To release

Is to receive, and be freed

Through Dirt You Bloom

The flower bloomed

Because of dirt

Through shit and gloom

Because of hurt

The more dirt some threw

The more the flower grew

Some called it dirt

The flower called it fertilizer

Than went on to Bloom

New Year Absolutionns or Resolutions

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New Year New Me

as if the old me was not me

as if I have to renounce

or never pronounce

what created, molded, taught,

and shaped

who I be

New year resolutions

turned into absolutions

but only if and only

if you actually meet them

I am me

this new year

I’ll be me

next new year, I’ll be me

stronger, wiser, better, faster,

resting, doing, achieving

failing, succeeding

adding subtracting


Not because it’s a new year

Not because it’s a new me

but because I know life changes regardless

there is no pause

no new year needed to change

or stay the same if that works

Attitude of Gratitude

Thankful for the blessings

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The lessons

The messes

The things that molded my surroundings

The things that folded abiding

The experiences turned titanium

The mistakes turned to pages

The beginnings finally ending

My attitude is gratitude

diminished for no one

knowing my worth

because sometimes peace, love, abundance, worth,

is shaped through scorn

Life Happens do Life Anyway

Winter to Spring

Spring to Summer

Summer to Fall

Fall to Spring

Clockwise, Counterclockwise

Seeds Bloom

Seasons Change

Time Flies

Nothing Changes

Everything Changes




Life Happens

Ready or Not


Do Life Anyway and Regardless

Let Them Talk

If you do, someone talks

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if you don’t, someone talks

if you do, someone talks

if you sit, someone talks

if you stand, someone talks

if you are silent, someone talks

if you speak up, someone talks

if you hide, someone talks

if you take up space, someone talks

if you dull, someone talks

if you shine, someone talks

Don’t sit, stay silent, hide, or dull yourself, someone talks

Do stand, speak up, take up space, shine, let them talk

No permission required, unapologetically

Drip or Drop into The Next Year

Drippings of this world

dripping to my core

drip drop drip drop

words flowing through the wind

sights enhancing the air

feelings connecting words

words connecting meanings

meanings connecting signs

signs connecting visions

visions connecting creations

drip drop drip drop

dripping kindness, love, peace, abundance

healing, wealth, wellness

dropping scorns, hate, conflict, scarcity

hurt, ill-fated disease

drip drop drip drop

into the next realm

I choose to release

I choose to receive

Endings are Beginnings

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Death is imminent

but so is birth

failure is part of life

success often follows failure

everything comes to a close

and other doors open

what goes up, must come down

but what goes down, must come up

beginnings have an ending

and endings are beginnings

the ashes that were left in the forest

are fertility for trees to grow

mourn the end, if you must

rise from the fire and begin

that’s life

We are but a moment

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We are but a moment in life

we are born into circumstances

influenced by environments

shaped by words and thoughts

developed by our own beliefs

we morph through life

and if we are wise enough

we learn, accept, and grow abundantly


we are but a moment

granted life on earth

Darkness Blossoms

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When a flower blossoms

it must first grow through dirt

darkness and rain

the environment solemnly nourishing

the surroundings eerily comforting

they are all necessary

without them

the flower would simply

never bloom

embrace the seasons

and blossom

The Spirit of Words

A word is a note

That can write a song

Heal a scar

Mend the broken

Your thoughts are words

Through intentions you speak

What your third eye sees

Your silence can speak

Mind your thoughts

Mind your words

If You Only Knew

If you only knew how brave you are

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you would not bow your head to slander

you would not make pain your normal

you would not silence for comfort

you would not put yourself last

If you only knew how capable you are

you would take on that job

sing that song or dance

you would ask that question

without fear of the answer

If you only knew how much room there is

you would take up space

wish everyone well

you would be abundant and give

you would overflow

but you must know yourself

to know how brave and capable you are

to step into any room and shine

Celebrate Anyway

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when someone is happy

some are happy for them, some are not

some mean well, some are just mean

some congratulate, some discriminate

some wish you the best, some wish at best

when someone is happy, the ones who are sincere

will be happy and cheer

some will pretend, then just wait for you to clear

your job is not to change people, or yourself

your job is to learn the difference

in some

celebrate anyway

Winding Roads


Winding Roads

Keeping scores

sometimes sores

sometimes shallow words

they turn left and right

sometimes dead ends

sometimes one way

the weather affects visibility

for some blinding

but driving through

is like a baby walking

the more you do, the more you can see

through the fog

Gratitude Liberates

Gratitude Permeates

Through the nothing works for me

Or the perception of a “bad day”

It is a sour solemn moment after all

Not a Day

Gratitude Liberates

Through the engulfing of labeled bad streaks

Through the realization of so many peaks reached

You realize it is not breached perception

A descending constipation

But instead a permeable liberation

To appreciate what actually is

Because Gratitude Liberates


Experience or Resilience

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Experience or Resilience

Experience is going through something

Learning the Lesson, Reaping the Blessing

Resilience is overcoming, not undermining

The Struggle

The fact that it was never easy

Be Resilient, but far most important

Learn from the Experience

so you never repeat the pattern of struggle


Life Cycles Until

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I cried, I mourned, I fell, I failed, I bled

until I had nothing left in me

I laughed, I celebrated, I got up, I succeded, I grew, I learned

because I gave myself no other choice

Now I pause, I look up, and I am Thankful

for the lessons, the blessings, the detours, the pathways

the failures, the successes.

Life Cycles, the living rollercoaster

until we become

like modeling clay

not fitting in, simply shape-shifting

Today is All You Have Until Tomorrow

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The past holds history, memories, references, experiences

wisdom, knowledge, information, ancestry

The present becomes the past with each word, interaction, experience,

We create the future in the present with each choice

We refer to the past, to ground our present, and look into the future

You only have today, to reference, to live, experience, and feel,

You only have today to build your own future

Each day, you only have today

What you create is up to you, each day

Permeability of a Moment

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Despair is a moment, not a lifetime

Pain is a moment, not a life sentence

Sadness is fleeing, not meant for permanence

Inability until you are able

to work on your success

your vitality restored

your happiness and joy are permeable

your life is always a moment

you don’t get to choose the moments

you get to choose how long to stay in each

Uncolonizing YourSelf

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I told myself, I was not enough

I needed to lose weight

put makeup on

smile more, be better

much better, until I was good enough

when I was good enough

I had to figure out, good enough, again

again, again and again

be nice, be the bigger person

condition myself to become

what I was told

the magazine told me

if I just do one more thing

I may get there, until the next


my flesh held on to pain

my body pushed down,

emotion, my own voice, what I wanted

beyond the noise, remorse

After experience, life happens; you wake up

to realize, those voices

those thoughts and experiences

were the article, story, image

portrayal, conditioning, molding

shaping of the perfect woman

unrealistic expectations

merely decorations

to achieve the unachievable

until the next publication

I stopped buying and started doing

Now, I hear me, in the silence

The silence I subscribed to says

I am enough, I am awake

without needing validation or approval

I do it for me

I like that magazine subscription

Wisdom Has No Age

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Silver strands woven into my hair

Finally growing into the body I always felt I was

older than my years inside

younger than my peers outside

with curves that called the flesh

and a mind that rejected the thought

of a permanent shallow existence

always older than my years

younger than I needed to look

always enough, but feeling not good enough

It took 48 years of pain, joy, suffering, happiness

anger, forgiveness, rejection, acceptance,

disillusion, honesty, to finally

fully realize, it was social conditioning

In a world of men, women can think too

I was never too loud or too much

I was always more than enough

Now it is your turn

To Hush

A letter on behalf of my Mother to her younger self.

Erase and Replace

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Erase the trauma

the ill-intended word

the I can’t, and you won’t

the, it is still not your turn

the, you are not lovable

you are too loud or too much

Replace with healing

with words of self-worth

you can and allow

it is always your right to vote

Erase the blocks of your life

and replace with what grows you

you are deserving of love

speak up take up space

time to shine

Daily Affirmations

Pain to Art

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Pain is a friend

suffering the inspiration

attachments, familiar, toxic

it seeps into the core

that is how great art is birthed

the most profound, touching work

emerged from tragedy

submerged in agony

exposed through art

for art is pain’s medium

inspiration on canvas

Pain is part of life

but we don’t have to live there

we only reminisce

through words, paint, music, or creations

The Synchronicity of Life or Coincidence

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To Hate is To Love

To Loose is To Win

To Have is To Not Have

The Paradox of Life

That you must know one

To appreciate the other

Synchronicity, Coincidence, Destiny, Events, Tonalli

We decide the meaning

We decide the journey

We accept the blessing or the lesson

Because we live regardless, every day

Until We Learn To Sail

What are Words?

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Words are whispers

Words have power

Words have life

Words have oxygen

Words have death

Words have misery

Words love company

Words, What are Words?

They are exactly

What you wish them to mean

Enough is NEVER Enough for The Ungrateful

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In the mirror

In the neighbor

In the next door

In the next thing

In the morning

In the night

In the wind

In the storm

In the light

In the dark


Is an inside job

You could have it all

You could have enough

You could have more than enough

Yet never enough

Yet still want

always looking, never finding

Never knowing, the present is the only constant

but for some NEVER Enough

Check Point

Wrong or Right?

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Wrong or Right?

Right or Wrong?

Can start a war

Can break a child

Can create friction

Can cause addiction

Wrong or Right?

Right or Wrong?

If you have to be Wrong or Right

Can you be Right or Wrong?

Who would be Wrong or Right?

What remains?

If you are not in?

You will be out?

Then you are simply happy

at peace, content, awake, present

choiceless is a choice

The Stages of Grief or Life as we know it

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the stages of grief

the states of life experience

everyone experiences

in no particular order

over and over for some

the longer you meddle in each

the longer the moment per stage

to heal is to know

life is always a moment

of anger to forgiveness

bargaining to acceptance

depression to happiness

acceptance to being in the present

duality of the journey

we call life

You Bloom Every Day

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Beginnings are endings

and endings are beginnings

on a Monday

First of the week

First of the month

on a New Year Resolution

Who is to say

When your beginning starts?

When every day

is a new day to start

or a new day to continue

Lost and Found

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looked around

looked sideways

gazed to the heavens

envisioned down under

blindness surrounded

eyes wide open

clockwise, counter-clockwise

reflections, projections, observations

dimensions, creations, obsessions

closed my eyes

trusted the journey

looked within

there I am

I am awareness


in our own way

each of us is

You Live Many Lives in One Life Time


We only live more than once

if you live your life well

you only need to live once

but you live many times

every time life transitions

you lose a little life

you gain a little life

you only live more than once

in many forms, if you choose wisdom

you live well, many times over

The Past Hold Clues

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The past holds clues

Perhaps a different view

History repeats itself

and if we are willing to

silence, listen, feel, touch, see, taste, smell, submerge

we may learn, heal, feel, and emerge

Perhaps a different view

The past holds clues


Mustard Seed Lessons

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A tiny mustard seed

Blossoms into a tree

that produces life

healing, nourishing

purifying air

providing oxygen






the rain comes

the winds blow

but still, it grows

to form one tree

that came

from a tiny seed

who are you?

to limit me

who am I?

to limit myself

Walk On The Bridge

Moonlight Bridge

Moonlight Bridge

Wide Bridges

Low Bridges

High Bridges

Bridges Made of Brick

Bridges in Cement or Stone

Suspended in the air

Stationary Swings

Hanging from a Limb

Can I walk across or leap?

I ponder and think

I’ll never know

unless I do

so there I go

see you on the other side

The Air I Breath

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Breath in

The Abundance of Life

The sexiness in my walk

The sublimity of my words

The vibration in my dance

Breath out

The non-deserved oppressions

The scorns and obsessions

The daggers in syllables

The blockages in movements

Breath In

All your cans

All you deserve

All you can manifest

All you can Believe

All you have worked for

Breath out

All “you cannot”

All you should “wait” “for”

All the “that’s not for you”

All the “how dare you?”

All the “still not good enough”

Breath in

Breath out

Breath in

Breath out

on your own



Take up Space

Speak UP

Be Comfortably Uncomfortable


Breath IN

Breath OUT

You Belong


I know what I know, but then again I may not know.


There are hearts that seek loving
there are hearts that keep hoping
there are no distant boundaries
or an organized Calvary
There are souls that seek silence
and there are souls that seek kindness
In the challenge of me
It can only be solved as we
So hearts seek a home
a place to belong

nothing is linear

Chance or Change, Everyday Choice

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What is forgiveness without acceptance?
What is acceptance without forgiveness?
What is judgment alongside ignorance?
What is ignorance alongside judgment?

For the highest of places
May not hold all graces
and the lowest of holes
may not be, the lowest of forms

Painters paint life through a brush
and Songs tell of life with a crush
writers with each seamless verse
and artists through motion, paint, music, and words

lethal actions and words

healing actions and verse

but wait! you are not alone
can’t you see in this life we live
only our minds will get what we give

So when you find yourself alone
perhaps with another or simply at home
kindly remind yourself
that the story that matters most
is the one we create on our own

for unkind words and hateful souls
may only speak, but for a while
but loving hearts and careful thoughts
will create a legacy beyond the idle

forgiveness without acceptance
acceptance without forgiveness

judgment alongside ignorance

ignorance alongside judgment
True Death

Thankfully We are Alive
and today

is another day
to Start


The Power of Worlds The Power of Words

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Superficial words

can be sticks with folds

the stones that cast

at best a past

that is brought to the present

to harm the unborn cresent

but if you don’t swim deep

what would you keep?

would you be able to see?

if you are always protective

and always neglecting

what would you be?

vulnerability is like this

you birth








until one day

you think no more

you choose to exist

flaws included

and that is all

With an Open Mind and an Open Heart

happy valentine's day


When the day has gone
and the night has come
Did I help create
or perhaps neglect

Did I stand up for another?
Did I speak for my brother?
Did I speak for myself?
Did I choose the words to spell?

Was it a given assumption
without given corruption
In the impact we make
and the words that partake
Did they come from within
or were they next to kin

With deeper reflection
without making exception
did I listen, more than speak
did I silence, more then preach
Did I take the time to be still
and make sure my words are my will

When we shed the cloth of numbers
and the illness given hungers
the judgment in skin colors
or the labels posted somber

When we look into the mirror
and we see internal heroes
perhaps, than perhaps
we may say, I see you
turn our face to another
and without paying a matter
we may say, I see you

When I look in the mirror

and I let go of assumptions

let go of expectations

let go of the imaginations

let go of the proclamations

and I take a deeper look

I see myself


No Soy Calladita


No Soy Calladita

No soy calladita

No quiero ser la más bonita

Calladita te ves más bonita

Mujer tienes que ser calladita

I am not silent

Beauty is not silence

Silence makes you pretty

To have beauty, you must be silenced

I don’t want to fit in

I don’t want to sit still

I don’t want to smile

I don’t want to be silenced

I don’t walk behind you

I don’t walk before you

I don’t walk with you

If that means I can’t speak

I don’t bow to your words

So don’t silence my cords

Don’t reach out for my lips

When your mouth bellows, scorns

Regurgitated words

That stab backs like sinister swords

Calladita te vez más bonita

While I sit there and mourn

The loss of the Niña

The fading of a girl

The disappearance of innocence

The potential of a leader

Calladita NO more

Calladita te vez más bonita

In a world not meant for you

Calladita no te ves más bonita

In a world meant for you

No seas calladita

Speak up and be bonita

The world is waiting

Earth Does Not Need Us, We Need It.

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Tears on my face

They drip and they lace

The many interactions

The many inactions

To save this place

We always race

To destroy and erase

What we cannot replace


Drip down my cheeks

Pollution slowly creeps


I take a deep breath

Because I don’t know

When I’ll take my last breath

I only know


We need it


Life is a token
moments unspoken
living a series
of fun and quite serious

Time is of the essence
When we realize our presence
Choosing moments as given
Our lives can be driven

What comes, goes
what goes, comes
what rises, falls
what falls, rises
what is, isn’t
what isn’t, is
what will be, was
what was, will be
what we speak, is silenced
what we silence, speaks

A labyrinth in roads
My skin deflects swords
allowing the essence
necessary for presence

To see is to love
To be is to have
To touch is to taste
The Choice of the Brave

Life is a token
moments unspoken