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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

I AM Listening ...

I am listening ..
for sacred cue

I am listening ...
to a heart true

I am listening ...
to bells of blue

I am listening ...
as do very few

I am listening ...
sullen sun's hue

I am listening ...
a teardrop's view

I am listening ...
 Love to imbue

I am listening ..
believing in You!


Katherine Marion

www.SupernaturalWoman.com

p.s.

'Knowing' is somthing sure
and right.

No book can profess. No
person can possess. No
society can lay measure.

No madman can know a
Mother's treasure ..

My son is priority in my life
It is my moral responsibility
 to ensure that he is adequately
prepared to own his power;
that he must firstly, accept.

Anticipating that billions are
not on the same wavelenth .. as
so devoutly am I - can cause even
 a wise mother to cry.

Not knowing where we are to
live by month's end.

Not knowing where my wounded
soul-mate son , is this morn.

Not knowing what the next dance
step shall so elegantly be ..

These are after -thought's to magical
me.

Trusting the universe as I  lead the way
- with LOVE,

MOMMA K
 

Monday, September 24, 2012

Pain's Illumination

"Your acting like a victim,"
latest projection from him

Thoughtless words to say
thrown at me, yesterday

Could it be all that I give?
teen, needing to forgive

Cleaning up poo and pee
for four months, diligently

Lab puppies can be costly
yet, a happy heart is free

So  why would my Son
ever denounce his Mom?




Loving him for 16 years
I've touched all my fears

Embraced by true love
it hurts to feel his shove

mind so clean and free
now makes fun of me

connecting to us; barely
behaving so negligently

keep my heart filled full
storm befoe love's lull

hurting; is that little boy
who hopes me: to annoy



Wishing often for mentor
too much pain to ignore

he cannot be proud of self
unhealthy mental health

shooting bullets at light
causes sunshine no fright

flood dark with bright
watch it leave my sight

strike not at iron's hot
hope is all we've got

Focus on what counts
purity does not pounce



Power never scolds
kiindest truth unfolds

healing heart's to  hold
Strength, brave and bold

whatever seems so lost
found without any cost

gifts given offer sight
to tears into new night

all is not what it seems
divinities own dreams

'Victor;'in as she does
every 'negative'= plus.


Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com

p.s.

I am rather proud of this .. particular
telling .. poem. Wonder how many
will find wihin themselves .. honour's
home ..?

We give away so much when we
do not value ourselves.

Thus, when someone points a
hary claw .. at mine own face.
Rather than pointing back at them
with impurities disgrace, I just
become more real and raw!

Offering up my emitons to work
throgh ... as I my.Self - expression goes
to 'work'' to play ...

Insight's arrived at .. with rare delay!!!


Staying in Love,

Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com










 

Saturday, September 22, 2012

They Did Something To My Son

They did somethng terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Like they stuck him with a poison pin
Letting all their poison's seep, slowly in


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Taking him away from breath and breast
Loving Mother he knows to trust as best


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Caging heart's caring as only captor's can
before they took him from me and ran


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Telling an 8 year old such loveless lies
hope he 'come's to' before his heart dies


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

I felt it in the rain as I biked this morn
telling truth's that others have foresworn


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Tears falling down my perspiring face
loveless lies; leaving bitter taste to trace


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Many will choose to shut closing hearts
Loving Mother chooses precious parts


They did something terrible to my Son
"In front of God and every blessed One'

Kaelin may never be the sanest same
after their relentlessly veangeful game


They did something terribel to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

He is hiding not so safely; in dirt's denial
Divinty does not allow Goddess to defile


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Deposing him to a gay male foster home
no compassion was his dear heart shown


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Sacred bond, troubled minds tried to break
unconditonal love; fashioning to forsake


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Projecting all their fears upon kindest He
denouncing innocent love provided by Me


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Ministry workers witnessed the bruises
no camera can camouflage wretched ruses


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Supervisor's saw 'pain,' plain as dirty day
what will the judge and jurty have to say?


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

RCMP cautioned me to tread ever lightly
one dark tunnel to now, light up - brightly


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Why are so many all so unjustly afraid?
could it be because their bed lays unmade?


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

He's losing hope with every passing day
decimating divinity was not their to say


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

He is now 16 and rebelling against truth
his innocence; precioss to unaturally lose


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

I do not care how others view our love
We have support from Angel's - above


They did something terible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

I pray for him as I stay up all night long
sending out my lonely, loving song ...


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One

Within my heart; hope waits; still and true
Caring about Kaelin; in everything I do


They did something terrible to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

I swear upon my life to free his soul
years of pain; taking their tireless toll


They did something terrble to my Son
'In front of God and every blessed One'

Sleep; I shall, after I see Justice prevail
revealing my heart; to allow Love set sail


They did something terribel to my Son
'In fron of God and every blesssed One'

Remaining undaunted in our plight
Trruth be known; I shall be his light!


Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com

www.facebook.com/katherinemarion

p.s.
Feel free to show your support. Join my blog,
post your preciious purest .. on my fb page, join
King Kaelin's purest www.youtube.com/kaelinmarion
channel and let hm know that he is brave to speak his
voice, amidst all the monumental noise.

Thank your for reading my pretty pages. Rather than
further violation by allowing outrageous rages .. sharing
what means to most to me .. is all that I know to set a
brave heart FREE.


Lovingly - Kaelins' "Amazing Mommy"


p.ps.

I am finally coming home, to be licked by our 2 Lab puppies, after
leavig them to sleep, after a coiple of weight workouts' at the local
community centre's, this past eve. Writing in another cafe .. for hours.

I could write a lifetime .. for connecting to a higher source is my love-sent
lifeline.

I am blessed.

With Greatness in Gratitude,
special Momma K

Over Niagra Falls without a Barrel

Jumping from Niagra Falls
without a barrel

leaving a shakey son
a scared sparrow

he safely tells me
an academic; was she

his father, a PhD
he chooses not to see

his sister blames
family full of shames

i care not; share names ...
heavy-headed games



A life of feelings
there where-in: healings

this I have discovered
universal truth; uncovered

most lose to a mind game
few must hold self- reign

life is whatever we hoose
why decide to ever lose?

My heart is too sweet
to give away love's treat

everyone I ever meet
meets my heart-beat





Lonely lady; unstable
sits at that other table ...

"I'm a travelling Rabbi"
is her luggage-laden alibi

'Out to get her," believing
not open to even receiving

Paranoia; induced by pain
staring at me, again

writing on a white pad
traumatized; so very sad

heart closed for listening
love is light's christening




single mother on the street
8 year old son; love to keep

one more X; "daddy" deadbeat
another  misogynist creep

drinking with her gay brother
'real man' - never such other

they ask: " Do you tweet?"
Magic does always meet

Stay open to sharing
kindest kind of caring

allowing universal flow
energy wherever I grow ...



Puppies await my arrival
depend upon me for survival

Soon, I bike home, at 4 am
blogging my truth; until then

I am blessed to be alive
thus; shall I forever thrive

peace be always at my side
for it begins; first, inside ...

Maker of mine own dreams
all is never what it seems

the responsibiltiy is ours
to own our ominipotent powers!!!!



Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com


p.s.

I also, met a most magical 19 year old teenage girl, this eve,
at Benny's Bagels on Broadway, ater ordering my Real
Chai Tea - delicious.

She is still a Virgin.

Her mom lost both of her beautiful breasts  at 36. Her husband
 stayed witth her and showed their children that their is always
HOPE, no matter ''what.'

She recognized me as a heroine, for she already has a broader
understanding of what heroic efforts Compassion contains ..
For Purity readily adopts refinement of the divine,
that many never come to terms with .. even after their time has 'expired.'
There are a mere magiclcal few of us, who have always
desired to know and be more ...!


I am so grateful for all the gifts that land at my blessed feet.
Even, when I am on my knees  .. knocked over by our 2
6 month Lab puppies, as they jump for a soccer ball that i
hold up in the air. Landing on my back, with a bruised knee,.
I laugh, in the face of oncoming traffic and a few more
earthly bruises.

It's how onw decides to land ...
No more excuses!

With openess to infinite possibilities,

Living a life of loving responsibilites to me and mine - "Amazing Mommy" supernaturally sublime - Katherine

p.p.s

Thanks to a conscious contribution; my Telus line has now been liberated and is now in
working order!

Thanks, Greg.

Next, my various valiant endeavors ... url's a many .. are up for renewal.
Thus, to share that i am open to receiving.

please connect in consciousness .. to www.paypal.com - rawsomechef@yahoo.ca or www.paypal.com -  greatness.kat@gmail.com to show your supernaturally appreciated
support.


In Greatness and Goddess-sent Glory,

Katherine and her unfolding 'Success Story.'


 

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

What's your MAN PLAN?

"What's your MAN PLAN?"
I asked Daddy K

That was yesterday

"What's your MAN PLAN?"
no child support to pay

Past 16 years, up to today




"What's your MAN PLAN?"
as if he has one ...

onlycause he has a son

?What's your MAN PLAN?"
broken boy on the run

owning responsibilities; none




"What's your MAN PLAN?"
I asked Daddy K

That was yesterday

"What's your MAN PLAN?"
nothing to add or say

drunk and wanting to play





"What's your MAN PLAN?
asked this  tired, siingle MOM

That was yesterday

"What's your MAN PLAN?"'
hopeful, as she may

raising her child to be SOMEONet, E.


Katherine Marion
www.Supernaturalwoman.com

p.s.
Eveyr time, i did not listen to my inner guide ... I
tumbled ...  hard!


Having a baby .. has cost me - a lot ... in this world.
Yet, on an inner scale - my wealth supercedes all bridges
that fel,l and all "Kevin from Heaven"s that 'went to hell
in a hand-basket' as my 97 year old Great Aunt Thelma,
whom recently passed; would have not always so kindly
 .. reminnded me.

Always, more 'work' to do. Just .. never again;  'his'

Mine is this life.

To give unto me as many .. did not.

Bless the light .. that I birthed unto this realm.
May he one day, speak his voice, like never before..

As for me, off to bed, where Puppy Love awaits
 with nary a nibble, dribble or a furry snore!

Plenty more JOY .. in supernatural store,

Special K to not ignore










 

I Can Stay In The City and Dance Salso

I can stay in the city
and dance Salsa

I can stay in the city
and ball my eyes out

I can stay in the city
and dance Salsa



I can stay in the city
or let go of my pout

I can stayin the city
no more 'figuring out'

I can stay in the city
and dance Salso



I can stay in the city
and dance Salsa

I can stay in the city
more balls than men

I can say in the city
and dance Salsa



I can stay in the city
or leave right away

I can stay in the city
what then?

I can stay in the city
and dance Salsa



I can stay in the city
and dance Salsa

I can stay in the city
count past ten ...

I can stay in the city
and dance Salsa



I can stay in the city
or evacuate,now

I can stay in the city
live a happier life

I can stay in the city
and dance Salsa



I can stay in the city
and dance Sala

I can stay in the city
struck by strife

I can stay in the city
and dance Salsa



I can stay in the city
losing my shine

I can stay in the city
lies so fit and fine

I can stay in the city
and dance Salsa



I can stay in the city
and dance Salsa

I can stay in the city
commit soul's crime

I can stay in the city
and dance Salsa


Katherine Marion
www.Supernaturalwoman.com


p.s.

Perceptions change - yet, most people rarely DO

Those with too much to do.... like an extinct Do Do Bird, just
do not know when to stop .. or how to start .. somethng new.

A rare few  .. have many lives in a lifetime. The masses ..
simply egotistical asses, barely live, to wipe their own ...
And, what they are owning  .. owns them. No power is theirs.
For what cant' be bought . must be sought.

A simple man will beg for love. A crazy woman will not see
money when it is thrown at her. Whiih is better?

I would rather walk with no shoes up a steep hill. Rather than
swallow a bitter man's pill.

Some of us are here to explore and enjoy life. Other's; would
rather our happiness - kill.

I am not here for shopping spree or gamblers thrill. I am on
my knees for a puppy's lick or a crow's call .. shrill...

Here to leave. There to stay. Now, a new day. My inner world -
never to deceive.

Beauty of the heart is always the best and only part .. to ever
truly believe!!!!

special K





 

Sunday, September 16, 2012

A Cozy Cottage at The Bay

A cozy cottage at the bay
 new and hopeful home
 makes my heart stay
 never again - alone


A cozy cottage at the bay
sets the timing and tone
truth's timeliest ray
 light; I 've been shown



A cozy cottage at the bay
allows my spirit to roam
divining a dreamy stay
Gaia sets her own tone



A cozy cottage at the bay
makes my soul moan
away from yesterday
infinity does intone



A cozy cottage at the bay
far from deathly drone
Nature has her say
regal upon her throne



A cozy cottage at the bay
sailing on beauties bone
space to swim and play
love's is finally home ....



Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com


p.s.
I can feel it, smell it, and I know it .. to be.

Pure and precious part of my Truth,

Katherine -Sexy Soul Seeking Sleuth

 

Saturday, September 15, 2012

How Can A Mother Hope To Sleep

How can a Mother hope to sleep?
after her son speaks of that creep

the one ... who every day, keeps
walking quickly up our quiet street

seeing his tatoo is always a treat
often wearing shorts in the heat

grim reapers sow as they reap
innocent victims turn into sheep



How can a Mother hope to sleep?
out of Godliness, ugly does creap

foster faggots forcing him to eat
quarter pounder of GMO meat

bribery with one more sugar treat
visiting with bruises and no sleep

grim reapers sow as they reap
innocent victims turn into sheep



How can a Mother hope to sleep?
3 youth cut off his braid; not a peep

making him just a little more meek
calling the police; one more repeat

shaking and hardly able to speak
darling face; white as a torn sheet

grim reapers sow as they reap
innocent victims turn into sheep



How can a Mother hope to sleep?
online stalkers; hurt him a heap

words to Womb;make him weep
he hopes; threats not to keep

'hanging on' is nary a small feat
out of beauty; pain does seep

grim reapers sow as they reap
innocent victims turn into sheep




How can a Mohter hope to sleep?
at midnight, out of bed, to leap

Rage throught him, does seep
of truth, no one whispers a peep

Old kindness; placed on 'delete'
new terror; digging in deep

grim reapers sow as they reap
innocent victims turn into sheep



How can a Mother hope to sleep?
all want to wrap it up, nice 'n neat

emotional triggers can't be beato
deadlines to mercilessly meet

hurting child seen as pale geek
'neath pain; poet and shorn shiek

grim reapers sow as they reap
innocent victims turn into sheep


Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com

p.s.

There is no way to keep the lid on this ..'
anymore.

I refuse to pull out another hair and
within myself, his shame to store.

Share is what I need to justly do
Truth always shines .. through.

Magical Momma K


 

What Have You Done To My Child?

What have you done to my child?
born free, heart so open and wild

What have you done to my child?
once so calm, grounded and mild

What have you done to my child>
now, so raw, torn apart and riled

What have you done to my child?
publicly condemned and exiled

What have you done to my child?
labelled, decreed, and defiled

What have you done to my child?
piles of shit upon pubery; piled

What have you done to my child?
 kidnapping;threats; you dialed

What have you done to my child?
consider court papers;  filed!


Katherine Marion
www.Supernaturalwoman.com


p.s.

Who's the 'winner', here?







 

Friday, September 14, 2012

The Least of my Concerns

A mouse in my house is the least of my concerns
for a wise Woman chooses the butter she churns

Males who fear me, scurry in such  immense worry
vain attempts to overide the Strong Mother; ME


A plugged kitchen sink is the least of my concerns
for a  learned Woman receives life's lessons and learns

Males whom do not contribute I need not rebuke
for not even a drain is available to contain that puke



A freon'leaking fridge is the least of my concerns
for a smart Woman; knowledge painfully earns

Males who honor low ideals of;off and on 'er'
I'm not breaking my back or wetting pussy... over



A missing outdoor bulbt is the least of my concerns
cast away, in darkness; inner light, infinitely burns

Males who take money for slums they don't live in
harbor only resentment against those whom they 'sin'



A rape and death threat is the least of my concerns
for a sensitive Woman is aware of a tide that turns

Males who make mischief suffer unto merciless end
Mothers who love others; herself she first must tend



An eviction notice this fall, is the least of my concerns
for a savvy Woman knows of courts and legal law firms

Males assigning blame arrive first at inner shame
A kind heart never has to lower herself to play his game



An 'emptied bread basket' is the least of my concerns
for a powerful Woman; under pressure .. never squirms

Males who burn in their own private hell,so cheaply sell
themselves to a magical 'money-lender,'who can tell ...


Moving to "The Perfect Place" is the least of my concerns
a supernatural spirit never seeks or woefully yearns

Males can take a lesson from high Priestess; such as I
don't give up on your dreams, just remember how to  fly!!!!!

Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com


p.s.

Many males are hovering around .. right now, to mislead me.
I sent one away today, on the phone, while relaxing peacefully
at home. Yesterday, he tried to tell me a lie about myself, while
I was entering my bath for a whole 10 minutes, before attending
and supporting a new friends cause, at a later event.

As my puppies lapped up my salted water and I scrubbed my body
clean, I knew that this was not to be enough .. listening to
rot that came out of the mouth of a male that could not have me
and this is about all .. he really knows. And, upon him .. the real
truth .. shows.

Rather than knock down a few more fearful foe .. blow by blow
- they only wish - think I'll just send them a kiss, rather than
their empty hearted death wish. Wanting me with a fervor, like
some cute DQ server who is gonna give them bullshit with their
nuts on top. Oops, better watch out .. I'm a Woman. Those nasty
 neighbors and other unsconscious community fear
mongers .. they might just talk .. Ha!









 

I Am Sad at the Plight of Women

I am sad at the plight of Women
in this severely dis-jointed society

Well taught and tirelessly trite
Cock-whipped and far from free


I am sorry for those misfit males
I choose to not even call; "men"

That lowly generic 'garden variety'
intimidated by most magical me!



I am sad at the fright felt by Women
in this mainly dysfunctional society

Cornered by con's so turned-on
eroding where light once shone


I am sorry for ego's dependencies
sexual fantasies full of dis-ease

porrnographic images disqualify
unconditional love left out to die




I am sad at the plight of Women
in this mercilesslly sick society

losing purest of Womanly powers
without hope; beauty never flowers


I am sorry for disappointed boys
sold off with technologies toys

Blaming their caring  Mothers
delinquent dads make bad brothers




I am sad at the fright felt by Women
run by ruined men that beat them

Plauged by guilt and strung up-high
hardest to live and easier to die


I am sorry that an innocent child
doesn't understand primal from wild

Babies need gentleness to be strong
Kindness allows hearts to get along ...


Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com


p.s

I am glad I am able to turn'things' around,
at anyGoddess-given time ...All endings ...
even within the consciousness-raising
context of my hopeful poems; are merely
'new beginnings.'

p.p.s.

As I was peeing in a bush, earlier today,
the first verse .. came to me. After
a phone call that violated my sense of
self.and dignity.

Too many Women put themselves up
as pretty ornaments on some misogynis't
trophy shelf.

This is certianly not the way to reclaim
inner wealth.


Very Soecial K
 

Monday, September 10, 2012

A Woman on the Street


On a wetted Kerrisdale street

after picking up raw pup meat

I biked around a huddled form

that I was soon to magically meet


"Your lucky! I can't bike. I"m afraid"

a doe eyed eyed mom told this one

"You must never be fearful of anything"

I said to the heart who'd lost her son



Trusted husband stole her love away

she's a teacher and lost her very say

thanks to the male who often beat her

wait til that Jew meets 'Judgment Day'



She wants him back and frets for teen

Goddess knows the darkness she's seen

Reminding her to own her power; my gift

telling me," Your energy is so very clean."



I listened as her heart wept into mine

forgetting about man's illusion of time

feeling a soul floundering and alone

un-doing with heart; a senseless crime



We never hugged or even held hands

not touching we held onto our truth

to love another with all one's senses

an inner voice needeth not sleuth



" Get out of your head," I advised

"And, into your body," my affirmation

with spirits already lifted ever high

I left her my devoted divination



"I know I am getting my son back,"

is all I hear in my magical mind - repeat

after meeting one more abused woman

on a  pretty, well swept W.Side street.


Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com


p.s.

You can be the Angel or reach out to connect
to one ...

Either way ... the sanest thing to do is be what
we all need - Pure Love.

Listening with a wholesome and happy heart,

Special K

p.s.

This 'gem' of a inviting incident .. occured, this
past early evening, after collecting much needed
monies from a 'last minute' massage client.

The universe hears our every prayer.

All we need  do ....is ASK.

"Free Will' is ours.

To share ..  an even greater gift.



Receving is easy .... First we must ALLOW .


Barely beginning to blossom,

Special K - " all the way"





 
          Good Fur All



Yesterday, Thelma drank my bath water

shedding golden -white hair onto the floor

allowing me a mere 10 minutes of peace

before a massage client came to my door


The day before, Edward bit my nose in joy

his sister merely licked my yelping mouth

scrambling for cover from 2 fur-balls of light

one the assertive bitch and the other, baby boy



One day, beginning to eat an old friends diaper

she wasn't 'so gone' that we had to wipe her

just that it made a mess on my ruined floors

and only cause these canines really do like her



Tomorrow will be more tails to sleepily unfold

my teen's personal petting zoo to not lift a hand

a primal way of living in innocence and wonderh

accepting The Now; with love's happy heart to hold


Katherine Marion
www.Supernaturalwoman.com

p.s.

Our pure-bred Lab puppies - "Yin and Yang: my Marpole neighbors
now call em- since i once made this rawk'n reference .. just turned
6 months young on September 4th.

With 4 months or so ... 'under my belt' of loving and looking after
them - both, I am hooked. The best way to 'get over' anything ... is
to settle oneself right into 'the moment' and allowing Magic to do
her wondrous work.


With fur-sight and balls,

Katherine


 
Puppy Power



Puppy Power

even at this un-Goddessly hour



Puppy Power

smell'n like a pissed-on wall flower



Puppy Power

platic poop bags form a stink'n tower



Puppy Power

from my face; I wipe a recent shower



Puppy Power

Edward humps sis; hangs right onto 'er



Puppy Power

sleeping on ... shedding coats of fur



Puppy Power

early morn licks; life's a slobbering blur


Puppy Power

Love forever; brings a reason true and pure



Puppy Power

'the first 6 months ...' ; do not cower



Puppy Power

'Challenges' a happy heart can incur!!!!



Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com