Month: June 2018
Kiwanza
Here
Lapse
And the weak shall be made strong through their darknesses and fears for their depressive and fear-riddled thoughts are to be allowed to roam and roam some more ultimately transmuting to a higher plane of gilded nobility. For my soul screeches wailing yet I know not why or for what Oh, the hunger is real […]
continue reading LapseStorm
After Hear the storm Feel the storm Weave the storm into the torn edges of life For we need desperately To honor the darkness the crassness the ill connect of all humanity and somewhere in there in the haunted lonely streets of crooked bricks and lack glows a lantern waiting to shine our trampled gifts on […]
continue reading StormIt Is Enough
Glancing over her shoulder she sees the sun rising over the forests bordering the freshwater lake of placid clear waters. Creature sounds bounce off the edges as in front of her is a mirrored lake of nature imagining itself holy, and right with the world. Her heart is softly murmuring joy, inspiration, acceptance, and surrender. After […]
continue reading It Is EnoughDeliriously Determined Dakota (It’s A Rap/Wrap!)
(Begin with a percussive beat) “I’m gonna do it. I just know I am. If I don’t do this I’m gonna clam the hu-man. Oh, I’m gonna do it. I just know I am. In a minute. Or, in one hour It will be quite a show-ah And the wind will be the pow-ah Then […]
continue reading Deliriously Determined Dakota (It’s A Rap/Wrap!)The Letter
To the Family of Walter Hubert Murphey (Please reference “First, I am Cherokee Nation): This writing, suggested by four professional friends important to me as you each are, beyond human description. A psychologist, a psychiatrist, a Recovery sponsor, and a general practitioner (who practices by combining Eastern and Western medicine) assist me. Some of the following, you already know. I […]
continue reading The LetterI Speak
It is my opinion that we are many stories. We are each flawed beyond full awareness, and, we are each doing the best we can within the context of the moments we are living and the experiences impacting us. Some flaws are more visible, more public. What it was like: It is a privileged upbringing: education, […]
continue reading I SpeakLittle Sister Fawnly Fawn
Massive strength Bug-collecting skills Refinement Quiet joy Disorder Chaos Usually in need of a bath Brilliant Purely rational Magical Balanced contentment. Illustration & Poetry by FawnRising June 9, 2018
continue reading Little Sister Fawnly FawnThe Voice
The voice in my half-dream-state is silent while I wallow in self-perpetuating suicide ideation while sleeping and wallowing in mental and emotional pity, detritus, muck, excrement, rubbish, silt, feces, manure, and waste. How can this be, I wonder, that I-of-many-stories have no purpose, no belonging, no band of humans to call my own? “Ahhhhh…” the […]
continue reading The VoiceA’Tremblin’!
Deep within the marrow of my bones I know this day and prepare ~ the tide has turned and continues to turn ~ the pendulum has swung and is still swinging ~ and the floodgates are a’tremblin’! The Great Spirit is speaking Waving Saluting Dancing and singing my name Fawn. Fawn? Fawn! Rise. And I […]
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