Tag: poetry

Change , via knowledge

I prayed for Change, so I changed my mind.
 I prayed for Guidance and learned to trust myself.
 I prayed for Happiness and realized I am not my ego.
 I prayed for Peace and learned to accept others unconditionally….
 I prayed for Abundance and realized my doubt kept it out.
 I prayed for Wealth and realized it is my health.
 I prayed for a Miracle and realized I AM the Miracle.
 I prayed for a Soul mate and realized I am the One.
 I prayed for LOVE and realized it’s always knocking, but I have to allow it in…
 ~Jackson Kiddard

Dream Your Dreams

“Dream your dreams

of riches to keep.

Long lost lives

you have so deep.

Help that you offer

at night it is true.

Loving again lovers

you once knew.

Seeing the light

of a thousand stars.

You are brighter

and fly by far

places you know

and ones you don’t,

when you sleep at night,

or what you think at most.

A life you live

where you never sleep.

Only the body

feels this to be.

But the soul is always

and forever in time,

more than you imagine

and living its own life

at night when all

in the heavens see

the spark so true –

the soul traveling the night skies,

as dream-time comes to you.”

Purple Rain Healing

The Power Of Common Words by Judith Anderson 1993

The Power Of Common Words

I am called lady, smile sweetly, be nice, cross legs , tighten ass.

I am called hag, smell of cunty sweat , spot cloths , persist hairy

I am called woman , prattle softly , marry a man, do The expected.

I am called silly , giggle , cry easily , listen well, act vulnerable.

I am called bitch , know what’s right , speak directly , stay specific.

I am called penis envy, assume , assume a businesslike attitude ,

be assertive.

I am called invitation , eat a solo dinner, walk alone in a park.

I am called a victim , encounter difficulties , live hurt , wish for

mercy.

I am calling led mother , offer nurturance , give acceptance ,

remain loving.

I am called a whore , howl in orgasm , fierce in heat , appear sexy.

I am called witch , delight in thunderstorms , exist as a catalyst .

I am called stupid , give birth to sons , daughters, kiss tiny fingers .

I am called old lady , hold visions of years , bear gifts for generations .

Judith Anderson .

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