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Wednesday, December 3, 2014

Sometimes I Get so Sad

                                        Sometimes i get so sad
                                        over a world gone mad

                                        My heart sinks as ship
                                        caught at glacier's tip

                                        These toes go best blue
                                         with thoughts of you

                                        Who are not true to self
                                         hoarding all your wealth



                                         Sometimes I get so sad
                                         over a world gone mad

                                         My skies fill with cloud
                                         shine covered by shroud

                                         Those are not my wishes
                                          unwashed, dirty dishes

                                         That which is not mine
                                          lost without track of time


                                          Sometimes i get so sad
                                          over a world gone mad

                                          My water tastes impure
                                          not my own I am sure

                                          Those who stoop to maim
                                           not close to me in name

                                          This is not what it seems
                                           nightmares; not dreams



                                         Sometimes i get so sad
                                         over a world gone mad

                                         My voice is clearer, now
                                         when i do not bend or bow

                                         There goes that balloon
                                          popped by nuclear shroom

                                          They think and do not act
                                          Barren wasteland be fact.

                                       
                                          Katherine Marion


Tuesday, December 2, 2014

I Have Never Met

                                            I have never met, yet, a more powerful person than I
                                            Other than my son in  lost innocence; whom never did cry

                                           Before i leave this impure planet to exhale with final sigh
                                           May you know that while most live ..this is how they choose die

                                           Praying is not to get upon your knees and do nothing at all
                                           Doing something is picking up that tired, threadbare ball

                                           Careless is the person who keeps his hoarding self hungry
                                           Blessed is the conscious creature who chooses to not flee

                               
                                           I will go down without tears or carefully written eulogy
                                           By raising myself up I have given of myself, gratefully

                                           'May the best man' take over from badly injured me
                                            Might he be granted inner sight to soundly stop and see

                                           With breath of beauty may love be what rules this world
                                           Too many cold hearts with skinny lower lips, unfurled

                                           Donate what cannot be ever replaced by miserly fear
                                           The 'time' is now and forever; I feel this; loud and clear!


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A Woman of Instinct

                                           A Woman of Instinct
                                           Ill affords to care of what others .. think

                                           A Woman of Instinct
                                           Stopped swallowing lies from another dink

                               
                                            A Woman of Instinct
                                            Doesn't stoop low to give a blow to rat fink

                                            A Woman of Instinct
                                            Knows the importance of 'being in the pink'



           
                                            A Woman of Instinct
                                            Offers  herself the 'luxury' of caring for self
                                   
                                            A Woman of Instinct
                                            Be no broken bottle off of dissheveled shelf



                                             A Woman of Instinct
                                             Shares her heart with those she bravely trusts
       
                                             A Woman of Instinct
                                             Began listening to her own personal 'must's'







                                             A Woman of Instinct
                                             Sleeps well in her own bed of pretty roses

                                             A Woman of Instinct
                                             Holds her head up, high, above snooty noses


                                         

                                            A Woman of Instinct
                                             Is sullied, scorned, mocked with boat rocked

                                            A Woman of Instinct
                                            Has no need to hold onto trigger, half-cocked



                                       
                                             A Woman of Instinct
                                             Never slows for arrow to strike her self down
                               
                                             A Woman of Instinct
                                             With pride, wears her often missing crown


                                           
                                             A Woman of Instinct
                                             Listens to her heart and chooses wisest intention


                                              A Woman of Instinct
                                             Hears what is not said; practicing self prevention


                   
                                             A Woman of Instinct
                                             Often garners no accolades; mainly unmanly raves

                                             A Woman of Instinct
                                             Cares for countless hearts she sees and bravely saves


                                           
                                             A Woman of Instinct
                                             Creates a manor of her own with manners shown

                                             A Woman of Instinct
                                             Travels to heaven's no mere mortal man has known!


                                             
                                             Katherine Marion
                                             www.SupernaturalWoman.com

                                            p.s.

                                           Read me .. LOVE me.

                                           Know me.

             






                                   
                                     

                             

                       

Other's May Cry and Pout

                                           Other's May Cry and Pout

                          Other's may selfishly cry and pointlessly pout
                          I am here on this forlorn land to figure it out

                         Selfish soul's give to none other loving brother
                         Too many of million's i be heart'filled Mother

                         Kicking others in the head never makes wisdom
                         Dropping those you love creates not a Christian

                         Look yourself in sad face and wipe that  mirror
                         Dampened head-space to erase; letting go of fear



                         Trust that you are enough and let the cell-mate out
                          Forgive what you could never do anything about

                         Praise others like Mothers with diapers, lost in shit
                         Give gratitude for a better attitude; gladly show it

                         'Reap what you sow' by being the best you know
                         Start aligning yourself with those who keep aglow

                         Foreign is the land inhabited by dark lust and avarice
                         Love has no room to fall into another's hellish abyss



                        Create what you do not see and are aware is needed
                        Cleanse your mind of rotten seeds once sourly seeded
                         
                        Listen to open heart's that gladly beckon's as beacon
                        Stop taking 'free' water from a rusty pipe that is leak'n

                        Instill healthier values that you would wish of your child
                        Own your power by doing 'right' with spirit free and wild

                        Turn over the key to a vehicle that never served you well
                        Choose Heaven on Earth while others make their own hell



                        Tread carefully on fresh Petunia's that need water and sun
                        Believe in your highest self and know you are 'someone'

                        Stop bashing old ladies who gave life and carried out trash
                        Quit doing dope, binge-eating and buying up gold and hash

                        See the beauty in a Butterfly that lives such a short lifespan
                        Touch her wings and learn to be your own real and kind man

                        Play music that harmonizes with your most giving, open heart
                        Give all; don't just whine, complain, blame and let out a fart!!!

                       
                        Katherine Marion
                        www.SupernaturalWoman.com

                       p.s.

                      When 'fed-up' do not ever 'give up'
                      Share what is inside .. rather than 'being beside' yourself.
                   
                      From someone who wants to sometimes die and chooses ..
                      not,



                     From the Land of  Aught - Loving 3rd Eye,

                     I







                     

FIGURE IT OUT

                                                   FIGURE IT OUT

                           Why did grateful Gandhi  have to go and die/?
                           Why did they choose do away with Princess Di?

                           Why did they really put away magical Mandela?
                           What's the hopeless hype they try and  sell ya?

                           Why did they nail purest Jesus to a bloody cross?
                           What's the point of one more loving person's loss?

                           Why did Marilyn go not of her own willing hand?
                           Why did John Lennon fall as another grain of sand?


                           Who do you really  believe rules your precious land?
                           Why did you unwisely quit your own blessed band/?

                           Where are fallen Angel's so quickly gone and forgot?
                           Why do you allow your almighty self to be bought?

                           How can this rundown world's woes soon be end?
                           What kindest service can you offer to openly lend?

                           What's the  pointlessness of losing another brave life?
                           Why don't I just hand you over the blood-stained knife!

                         
                          Katherine Marion
                          www.SupernaturalWoman.com

                         " Editor's Choice - Top 100 Books of 2014 - Amazon.com"


                          p.s.

                          This afternoon, after missing one more sunlit day, in order to
                          catch up on much missed sleep - i wanted to just 'pack it in,'
                          and just 'let the chips ... fall,' where they might .. or may not.

                          Sobbing to a confidante - the only one i have at this seemingly
                          ruthless passage of time, i told him that I was "sick of trying."

                          In every area of my once so joyful, bliss-life, so damned much
                          'work' to do, mainly due to what hopeless, helpless others ..
                          have willfully chosen to undo. To much of my hearts' adieu.

                          People that i once knew .. closing their hearts are far more than
                          merely a sparsely populated .. few. Much sadder than that, i must
                          far from gleefully note. Unlike me, they have given up on hope.

                          Taking our grateful dogs out out the basement that we are living
                          in for this peaceful while, I can't help yet to give myself a smile

                          For whatever is lacking in the hearts of mere mortal men, merely
                          ruled by greed and avarice, whom have sold their bliss for lies
                          and dirty deed, I shalt promise to plant one more kindest seed.

                         Very special K
         


'

Monday, September 29, 2014

A Paranoid Schizo stole my phone

                                                          Firstly she spewed venom my way
                                                          Not even a wounded word did i say

                                                         A Paramedic spoke to venomous she
                                                         Filled his ear with darkest negativity

                                                         Spewing hatred that i ill not knew
                                                         Dangers be many when friends; few

                                                          Exposing mental illness to everyone
                                                          Pointing fingers on the slowest run



                                                         Since 2 am i have sat her next to her
                                                         This sleepless day, i may soon rue

                                                         Threats to my face in front of others
                                                         Peaceful puppy dogs and Mothers

                                                         Watching for hours, til she did strike
                                                         "Lurking," outside, not 'taking a hike'

                                                         Witness' galore, finally a cop is here
                                                         Hours have passed, sleep is very dear

                             
                                                         Earlier 3 gay 'girl's' took my cell, first
                                                         Calmly i played out that timeless tryst

                                                         Where did all the kindness ever go
                                                         Clever can be insanity and daring foe

                                                         Warnings are everywhere we do look
                                                         Wish it was not my 'tool,' she's took

                                                         Fools be those who never speak up
                                                         Breakfast is served here, come for sup


                                                         Breka Cafe is open 24 hours per day
                                                         Careful to charge your phone as may

                                                         Paramedic's eat donuts and help out
                                                         Police Officers travel slowly with clout

                                                         My 2nd cellular stolen in 2 months time
                                                         At least you know of a new place to dine!

                                                         Katherine Marion

                                                         Officer D  - i thank thee
                                                         Lovely ' working alone" you
                                                         just now, returned my cellular
                                                         to grateful me!!!!


                                                         Thank heavens for video's
                                                         and conscious community
                                                         who 'takes the time' to show
                                                         this forgotten momma that
                                                         there are those .. whom care!

                                                         K.M.


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I Ache to Dance in Your Arms

                            You used to pick me up
                            Carry me round the room

                            Grab me by the wee ankles
                            Standing tall and straight

                            Lift your beautiful head
                            Look me right in the eyes

                            Smiling with deepest love
                            This Mother who now cries



                            This world has hurt us so
                            Trampling over our hearts

                            Took you away from truth
                            Set up lies to trip you up

                            We are a gift to humanity
                            Remember our pure light

                            I miss you so very much
                            Do dance with me, tonight


                     
                           You were told un-truth's
                           Shouldering other's shame

                           Jealousy is a blunt object
                           Overthrowing our palace

                           Deftly knocking us down
                           Robbing us of our memory

                           Filling us with dark fear
                           Minds, once so very free



                           Remember who we are
                           What we still shall share

                           This heart that gave unto
                           Giving you breath to live

                           Excuse me falling down
                           Son, stop to pick me up

                           Gaze at me, as yesterday
                           Kindness; your loving cup.

                         
                           Katherine Marion
                           www.SupernaturalWoman.com

                         
                           p.s.

                          Within 24 hours; 911 twice
                          Witnessed one close-up assault.
                          Saved another woman, earlier
                          Reported a knife in a tent
                          Had a native male taken away\
                         
                          A paranoid schizophrenic female
                          started yelling at me, an hour ago.
                          After all the turmoil in the downtown
                          lower East side, even a 24/7 coffee
                          shop can be filled with the insane

                          Our puppies lay splayed out, dog-tired
                          We don't want to go back to hell, ever
                          I hardly care if my words choose rhyme
                          Rather tired of even being, beyond clever

                         Talking to 'working girls'in shelters
                         does not shelter me from my own heart
                         Of all that this crazy life has to offer
                         you are the peace and most missing part!

                         K.M.

                          p.p.s.

                          A group of gay males have since sat down
                          at the table where my phone was plugged-in
                          hiding my cell and taking the charger, too
                          If one does not stand up, there is no win

                          So, i held my ground and 1 'girlie girl
                          spoke of how s/he never leaves home without\
                          all of 'my' equipment in her pretty purse
                          Sadly, this tired self;barely have I time .. to nurse!!!!