This Woman is Shaman
Left to Believe
Genesis Goddess
Love is not Empirical Data
Opening in the Iris of Fire
The Ocean Sleeps With Beta Endorphins
The 8th Life Lives Forever
Hide and Seek from the Cultural Hell
Morbid Mind Mysteries/ Mad Grin Meditation
Two Short Poems
Four Short Poems
Hela II
Tangible Temptation
Animal Cracker Parade/ Sharp
The Art of You
It Will Make Us Fly
As You Wish


There's a moment
When you decide to leave;
Spent your last Lincoln;
All you have left to believe-
Are a story, a song, and the sun?
He's your guide and scared star
Still have not gone far

But you're left to believe
That your soul shall breathe
Like the wind/water shaping the desert.
Am not a beatnik or a hippie
Just a woman who's left to believe
Mountains and redwoods from a ballad shall conceive
A wandering smile while planting a sweet pea.

Oh Liberty in the center of hailing earth
You stand primitive yet are seething like giving birth
An I am left to believe
The right copy is the original
Buried in the mind of silent skull.

Who's the vulture of image?
Not a man nor an animal
Just a poet of a thunderous yellow rage
Touching his genderless blood and loud skull.

The autumn Sabbath's beauty
Is left to believe
Accidental oranges and yellow are free;
I am on the 66th road climbing the volcano to deceive
Nature's gentle river roar,
Yet I left lost in her revolving door.

Dreaming beneath a raining cirrus sky
My faith is her silver cry;
All I left to believe
In are a story, song, and the moon.
She's your strength and light;
During Spring Equinox's eve
I conversed with my hematite rune
And danced bare in her loving night.

Though left to believe
My soul's dangling on a string of red silk
Without the sweetness of moon mother's milk;
I am still left to believe
Life's a simple red free ocean garden.

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Left to Believe