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To the seven priests who were excommunicated by Mother Catholic Church

Mother?
How can you
dismiss your daughters?
Let only your sons
speak in your name,
work your 'good' deeds?
They are not you:
cradle for millions cherished
in your spiritual womb,
birthing us into the
one Body,
one Mind,
one Heart, of the Father.
Your sons are not midwives,
or mothers,
as you were mine,
and you have disowned me,
left me in the shadows
to carry out your message of new life,
without your love or blessing.
I will be a worthy child,
honor your memory,
be the best of mothers;
teach your daughters and sons to stand tall,
step into the Light,
be one with each other & one...with you.

The principle of the thing

I saw dust bunnies
playing at the feet
of an
uncertain Heisenberg
today.
He picked one up,
reached for an
Occam's razor
tried to lopp off it's ears,
watched the red shift.....
Of course,
the rest of this
tail
is now censored.

Kali

Kali-Ma
step smoothly
over the carnage of
used mortals.

Tread lightly,
lithely,
turn blood and bone
into the
Path of Glorious Chaos.

Cascades of wild hair,
signal confusion
Protruding tongue declares
"This is the end of all things."

Kali-Ma
Dance with me
at the end of time!
Free my soul
into the wheel of the great unknown.

01/09/98
reedit 06/06/02

Communication
When you give up
yourself to my
eagerness,
do you secretly
anticipate
that I will
decipher your mysteries
from that genetic code
my body absorbs?
That your seal of
ownership
will appear
on my being?
I already know you.
And this moment
just a luscious bonus.

Tramp or nun?
Both existing,
converging,
surfacing when needed.
Do you prefer my tramp-I-ness?
My days of youth
spent spread-eagled,
starry-eyes focused
on the ceiling,
looking for words of
awesome love,
my promise of heaven.
Or do you desire,
my nun-ness?
When I rose up
from the bed one day,
enrobed in black disappointment,
keeping secrets,
in love with my shame,
seeking exhaultation
in the name of that false god-
MODESTY.
Which one?
Ahh----that's the problem,
ponder it,
weigh it on scales of your mind.
Flip a coin!
Tails- Nun--
Heads- Tramp-
It's not so hard.
See-
You can have both.
But,
Can you catch the heart that binds them?
That's the real question!

Calle Cauhtemoctzin

A dusty street
small, desolate town in the 30's,
he captured two Mexican roses,
blooming from a windowsill.
The left shone forward and brightly.
Petals dark, seductive.
Polished arms declaring strength,
resiliance and power.
The right rested further back,
serene, quietly majestic.
Shedding perfume.
Roses shed their petals to the wind.
In the immortality of silvered print,
They live on.
Beauty, lust, fragrant womanhood.
Perpetually fleeting,
yet forever theirs.

f--k

We never had sex,
but you raped me.
your fist
burst into the well of my mind.
It tears.
It burns.
It scrapes my tender sides
and I bleed
all the goodness I have left.
A time-bomb,
you carefully constructed,
left for an age,
until one random night,
when I would truly be alone,
the deepest part of me broke the surface,
met you in the dark,
and this was your final gift.
Congratulations!
Your job is done.
I will take the shreds of my memory,
wrap up what is left of my heart,
and limp away with dignity.

Humility # 2

My own strange beauty
is small comfort
against bars of resentment that
imprison me in a shallow niche
i built myself to hide
from your brassy good looks
your crown of self-entitlement,
upon that swelled head.
You are unaware of my discomfort,
not realizing, not caring
I am dimished in your presence.
Jealousy has whittled away at my pride,
leaving bare the dull surface of
fear & distress
I carry under shiny half-truths I have woven for myself.
However, it is not your fault,
even though my ego says otherwise,
A whispery mantra I try not to succumb to.
You are your own creation,
covered in glitz & painful smiles,
fearful of truthful vision that can strip you bare,
down to your scarred being.
Let us be at peace,
with and in ourselves
when we catch a glimpse of underneath,
smile in recognition of a shared bond.
MCL