POETRY:
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
Time
Autumn
Jupiter
The Art of You
It Will Make Us Fly
As You Wish
Chemistry
Queer
   
   
 
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THIS WOMAN IS SHAMAN

Night is strong like hands playing the harp.
Where a subtle voice breathes genuinely,
Into an unknown wonder; then creates a sharp
Silver blade to carve clay into raw beauty.

Oh! Shaman alleviates lavender darkness,
For she smiles; appreciates the hues of a pink candle's flame.
Courage opens her eyes like when sharks bless...
Mother Ocean depths for simplicity and world fame.

This shaman greets soul with cynical empathy and ease,
For she is cautious of any master-like manipulation;
Then from life's moments, she cannot believe...
How respect takes time to acknowledge the female "perception."
Though this woman is a shaman who will always dream.

Shaman wanders helplessly,
But finds hope near an auburn Redwood tree.
Intense red anger drives herself, but with a patient
blue sense to be Free,
And enhancing heartfelt moments of damn good glory.

No green ocean can obliterate her amazing mind.
Nor anyone hold her, literally, down.
For this woman is shaman; laughs and grieves through time,
And Will does pollinate a seed for growth, respect;
the Queen's crown.

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This Woman is Shaman