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 Be I need a high to survive because I always feel like I'm Dying If you really listen close Enough You'll hear my inner child crying I'm tired of hiding Hiding from the shame From the alcoholic The insane These are all inside of me I just want to be alone Free from those soul suckers Taking up resideince Inside of me I want to go home To my heart Where They aren't I want he Shaman To remove these Recordings from me I want to be set free Free from the chains Of the karmic pains That have brought my people Down to barren lifeless plains The psychologists They want me to accept This route They want me to grieve The loss of all I've lost and Everything I've never had The thought that I'll Never have it Gets me raging mad Doesn't everyone deserve A loving dad? It's not that bad It's not that bad It's not tht bad I'm totally used to being sad The Mantras I've spoken Over the deluded years Are like pokeballs for All my fears They store the damage inside Of my flesh Like magotts they eat My hope until There's nothing left This is what you want Me to accept? I'm not sure you've got this right Mr. psychology Acceptance of the awful Doesn't prove to be an appealing Methodology I want to believe that I Can return to the light That I can take flight AND Still serve here on the ground There's a reason I refer To my followers as the angels Of the let down I am an angel I have always been And I will remain To be And I want to shed This shit storm that's been Clinging to me I'm not ready to give up Yet on being set Free I CAN BE -Beth F Freedom in the light of the moon, it's all too much, it's all too soon. The eyes consume.  Life is but a serenade
All this Lessons & blessings I am A teacher A warrior Brave I close my eyes And all the "commitments" fade Stop Listen And you will see what you've been missin' We created this division You see that gauge In the flesh of the earth? You've been diggin' up A false sense of worth I'm speaking of a true birth The kid that is more than A mirror It doesn't come from between Knees Unless you see legs When you look at trees Mama Aya She's been calling to me Asking me to settle down And in So I can be shown The moan That comes before the unknown And the cry of life That follows first breath My depth lies much deeper Than flesh My heart is lavender In a forest chest. -Beth F  He Says
Here goes nothing I don't want Your patterns To be mine There’s already been so much time So much time that has passed I have a pet peeve Of people who only cover their own ass I rather say you hate me Than say nothing at all And me, I’ve been small I’ve been a caricature of myself Because of the fears of the past I’m trying to protect myself From my trauma By pushing you aside I’m trying to stay alive Because I want to stop becoming Because I want karma to be rewritten Because with you I was smitten Head over heals Crazy in drug Lack of love You’re empty But you’re not awake I don’t want to attend your wake Like a boat on water Spreading behind it Side to side I so deeply wanted to dive Into your hive You hide You push away You set up barriers of insurmountable Unattractive Disgust To protect you from love Your identity Bullshit I’ve seen our mirrors full You burn like coals Hot to the touch Longing so much You love me You were there In moments That are unspeakably divine But you drive me nuts All the fucking time You never shut up You never stop smoking Your fire And you do the toking -Beth F
 Art by Hera and Akut http://www.herakut.de/ Blend the black and white to create the grey This is all I want to do today, this day Every single moment Every Single Way There's a paradigm A spectrum I tilt left and right A therapist Once held a ruler up to my face This is your mom this is your dad Black & white are sorta bad It's OK to be sad That's what Jeanne said And Mauricio And everyone else in the church Who was also crying themselves to sleep at night Just suffering together was enough to help us to feel held together tight Shaking in my skin like I'm 15 again It's me, it's us, It's him Why the fuck do I have to live this reality over and over again? I'm not a flower in the attic I'm not the replacement drug for the fucking addict I'm not your mother Mary, your divine savior or a pretty face I refuse to run in This 100 meter race This is a prayer right now to everything that is sacred in this place please Take away this pain Save me from the insane let Isabelle Rain -Beth F Some new improvisational shiz is on zee youtube for your listening pleasure. Enjoy, laugh, & live.
MUAH!  Writing Prone
I am the rotted roots Surrounded by mustard At the end of the parking lot Where no one parks Because they don't’ want to walk that far I’m the blossom behind the gate Where everyone is standing around Bitching about the wait I’m the petal at the top of the tree Above the suburban sprawl I’m the one who feels it all I’m the child that's crossed country More than once In hopes of finding home I’m that subtle reminder That were never alone I’m writing prone -Beth F Sitting here with head exploding due to the impending doom, we can curl up in a ball but the evil will still loom. I feel it in my head, in my nerves. The unrest of the nation, it's right here, under my flesh. I can't rest. I am an animal on which something is running a test. I wonder if I am a control; is there anything to control? I know we are all whole. I am ever grateful that today we get to take our first steps as a family walking into a new life. The whole damn world might be laden with fear, anger, and delusion but I am blessed to see through the illusion. I see to the divine synchronicity crossing the borders of body and geography. I am glad my ears can hear the symphony. The symphony of messages transmitted through all mediums.
I promise I will shift the idioms. Hold on to nothing. There is nothing of which to let go. We will stop quoting sages, when we come to know, our alchemy is stardust floating in orbs, our being is moments between the chords. -Beth F For one month in 2014 I wrote a poem every morning after reading the work a literary leader I admired and meditating. Most poems were direct transmissions from the divine. This is one of them. Come To My Arms 4-3-14 Surrender Self-less lover Over to me All that you ask for All that you can, could, want to be I am your shepherd You shall not want I will honor thy holy motives As long as you present them to me When you are alive you set me free Come to me loved one As you should have been able to Approach your parents My lap is warm And so absorbent of tears Shed light on that which hides By recognizing and letting go So that I may glow Through your temples And through your cheeks Your lips are like glass Temperature aware With my kiss upon them I recommend you share. -Beth F  |
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