Tuesday, December 17, 2013

Being of Light

King Kaelin at a mere 7 years young and innocent - filled with light and love as ever - holding onto raw fruit to fill with the sun's infinite energy -  Beautiful being . - so cute and clever!

 Being of Light
 sending out rays of hope - everywhere you glow

Being of Light
 permitting others to shine - whilst you melt grapes into wine

Being of Light
seeing beauty ,..everywhere - as I watch your powesr grow

Being of Light
affording me the strength - owning my power that is divine

Being of Light
touching hearts as you hold  mine - energy is all you know

Being of Light
to lose such powers;; a crime' - NOW is truly, 'your TIME'

Being of Light
lift up earthly Angel wings- gifted bird ; always sings

Being of Light
transform cold day into night' -  Be brilliant,;brave and bright!!!

Katherine Marion


Kaelin stands upon our penthouse rooftop deck, at age 7, filled with highest energies .. of heaven.
I allowed him to be hid own true self. Half purest Pixie and impish Elf
Delicious to watch his innocent play. Delightful to see what his love-sent Actions .. have to say!!!

Grateful for this .. one more divine day,
Special momma K


The Consumer is Consumed

                                     The consumer is ultimately, consumed
                                     His designer duds, one day, exhumed

                                     "Sales on men's shirts," soon, resumed
                                     Consumerist society, has re-communed!

                                     No one stops for a beggar, nowadays
                                     Catch that "Sale" at the Hudson's Bay

                                     Women in the work force, 'bad' as men
                                     Brand name labels cover a skinny wren

                                     Latch-key kids with no heart to hold onto
                                     A little  B&B' feels like a fun thing to do

                                     No male role models lift to try and model
                                     Daddy's a 'deadbeat' for his kid to coddle

                                    Latest gimmick; be newest iind-dulling daze
                                    What happened to sunsets on overcast days?

                                   Why does  material wealth mean so much?
                                   Families .. devalued in a dysfunctional rut

                                   "Money can;'t buy you love," Beatles sing
                                    Just a hell of a lot of distractions - silly thing

                                  " Honor your Mother' and own your self
                                    Nothing of' worth' is found on a store shelf!

=                               Katherine Marion


                                   I mentioned these new lines . of this poem,
                                   to Shaison, a movie Director from India, on 
                                   my facebook chat, this early morn.

                                  He wrote how he liked my words .Thus, to
                                  copyright my original concept .. upon my own
                                  page.Creating.. while worried consumers.. fight
                                  internal rage.

                                  Raw Kat outta that nasty ... cage




Monday, December 16, 2013

It Really is an Upside-Down World

                                    " It really is an upside-down world, ' Alice says
                                      before leaving her slum, to fall into .. the palace

                                     " I do believe my head was becoming so big ..
                                      that i surely felt I would need purchase a  wig."

                                     "How could I not see a hole that led to home ...
                                      rather to waste all those years, fears did intone?"

                                      " What need matter if " our head is put on straight,
                                       when for life to be over, most of us, just can't wait?"


                                      Alice looked into a mirror . . as magical as was she
                                      where upon, seeing a Rabbit, filled with utter glee

                                      " Would you mind to share a pot of roses with me?"
                                       asked the floppy eared creature, sipping hot tea

                                       " I 'd be delighted to sit down, for a wonderful spell,"
                                         responded the little girl, out of her -shocked spell

                                        " We've been awaiting your presence, darling dear,"
                                         assured the sure-footed hare, very loud and clear

                                         " With Tsunami's created from a pebble in Peru,
                                          we are glad the universe sent a curve-ball to you!"

                                          " Sip slowly, for time is not even, of the essence ..
                                            all we request is your timely, eternal presence"

                                            Together, to sit upon the ground's freshest Earth
                                            magically, to utter not a word; with smiles of mirth 

                                            Dropping out of your head; so much merriment ..
                                            For the pas,t may never wonder, where 'time - went!'  

                                           Katherine Marion


                                          The first few lines of this telling .. poem, flew out ..
                                          as i sailed out, on my bike, the other overcast night

                                          Yet, one thing... was as sure as the truth was clear,
                                           lI had to complete the rhyme; under full moon - near

                                           Interesting , how worlds can mesh as one, when allowed
                                           Good thing, to 'play it safe,' my inner child, did never vow!

                                           Special K - every day


Monday, December 9, 2013

What Makes Me Believe I am so Virtuous ...?

                                         What makes me  believe I am so virtuous ...with  food in
                                          my fridge, coziest home, and an old flip-phone?

                                        Gazing  from my double-paneled.,dining room window-
                                        wondering where all of Vancouver's fresh snow., will go?


                                        Intensely aware that i have 2 huge bedrooms and abundant
                                       space .. for life and love.

                                       So what, if my name .. not even be that of  "Mother[, made
                                       over by 'The Ministry;  to be judged  .. as 'mud!'

                                       We have 2 furry Labs to keep me warm, night upon night
                                       of l brutal exile

                                      Sometimes, I'd rather open my doors to bed bugs and
                                      cooties .. than force a broken smile.

                                       Everyone  deserves shelter and safe respite, from
                                       forces of Nature .. intense

                                       I'd settle for Peace, any day ... rather than buy into
                                       this fear-mongering suspense.

                                       Will we awaken from our heated rooms - tomorrow morn, at
                                       un-rumpled best?

                                       Only to trip over..  next neglected body of another brave soul;
                                        whom failed to pass  .. harshest test!

                                      Kathrine Marion


Bless The People on the Street

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             Children with no food to eat

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             Baby born without bed or heat

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             Old one's; eyes sunken .. deep

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             'Lost,' many; no lovers to meet

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             Cops won't  even walk this beat

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             In shadows; poverty to creep

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             How can 'bed ' be seen as treat?

                                             Bless the people on the street
                                             Shit stinks ..  urine does seep .


                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            Forgotten bodies, lay in a heap

                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            One's .. society: chose 'delete'

                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            " Hunt down a hooker, cheap!"

                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            Heartless "sow what yee reap"


                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            Throw em in a pile; nice and neat

                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            Coins tossed .. by wealthy sheep

                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            Never know whom you may meet

                                            Bless the people on the street
                                            Always look - 'before they leap!'

                                           Katherine Marion






Saturday, November 30, 2013

Supremely missing my Baby K

                                    Supremely missing my  Baby K
                                     Still, furry babies .. must play ..

                                     Into the rain, we did happily go ..
                                     Skipping puddles . they do grow

                                     Bound only by wonder and glee
                                     puppies drink.. rainwater, free

                                    Unfettered by societal rulings
                                    Letting go of leashes and things

                                    Removed from circumstances
                                    Breathing in beauty, ever fresh

                                    Giggling over Edward with ball
                                    Held tightly onto, with his jaw

                                     Thelma  is a wet, golden Angel
                                     Whom when dry, I' shall cradle

                                     I feel my Son beside me, skipping
                                     To deepest love; my hat- be tipping!

                                     Katherine Marion

I Hugged a Mossy Tree

                                     I hugged a  mossy tree

                                     Hope is what she gave unto me
                                     Reassured - to play; brave and free

                                      I hugged a mossy tree

                                      Mother energy reached into me
                                      Blessed for my heart can see

                                      I hugged a mossy tree

                                      Earth plugged-into magical me
                                      Cradled my head, so tenderly

                                      I hugged a mossy tree

                                      Filling this heart with infinitiy
                                      Breath of  enchanted ..  Divinity!

                                      Katherine Marion














Thursday, October 31, 2013

I may not be perfection - but I AM Perfect for you!

                          I may not be perfection
                          but, I AM perfect for you!

                          Nobody can tell a heart
                          what to say or "never do"

                          We were alive before hell
                          Our love stays warm and true

                           Naysayers may have 'say'
                           Heaven finds home to stay

                           I may not be perfection 
                           but, I AM perfect for you!

                           Any mind can lay the blame
                           every heart choose not renew

                           Tenderness:, rare hearts share
                           yet, sadly ever so fearful, few

                           All is peace; within magical me
                           As we lay rights as loving family!

                           Katherine Marion


                          A lot of storms ... have come our wondrous
                          way, this past 11 years. We weathered
                          them, one and many.

                          Unfortunately, with wounded soldiers
                          dropping at our once sun-kissed feet,
                          a plenty ...

                          We caught ill .. and were host to a bevy ..
                          that was far beneath us - not of  love's

                          Spiraling downward .. into a fire that
                          no Angel would choose kiss

                           Our earthly mark, we did start to miss
                           here, we are now - forward to 'this' ..

                           Anything can be fixed . when we have
                           more need to recover and divinely discover
                           than wants ... to foolishly suffer and continue                         
                           to willfully plunder, blunder, and asunder ...
                           " Always right, and buried 6 feet

                           What ungodly good - is a God or Goddess ..
                           when fueled by self righteous thunder ?

                           Power comes when ego leaves ... Just as falling
                           leaves of one more fading autumn past - what is
                           meant to stay - " will be done," and shalt forever
                           as savage at that surrendering storm ... forever last!!!!

                           Love is all that is left to Embrace,

                           Katherine Marion






Noth'n scary .. about a Wholesome Lotta Love!!!

                                                      Noth'n Scary ...
                                                      bout a Wholesome lotta Love

                                                      What's scarier?
                                                       Not to hold on  ..
                                                       to one's earthly Angel - from above

                                                       Noth'n Scary ...
                                                       bout a Wholesome lotta Love

                                                       What's scarier?

                                                       To let go of ...
                                                       heart's Hope;  'push comes to shove'

                                                        Noth'n Scary
                                                        bout a Wholesome lotta Love

                                                        What's scarier?

                                                        Forgetting truth
                                                        only to sink into the stink'n mud ..

                                                       Noth'n Scary
                                                       bout a Whole lottaLove

                                                       What's scarier?

                                                       Remembering lies
                                                       told by liars who won't shut up!!!!

                                                       Kathrine Marion

                                                      With my 2 self-appointed furry Guardian Angels...
                                                       Thelma at my trusted side, and baby bro- Edward,
                                                       upon my lovely lap - i am blessed by love's caress.

                                                       My son is going through his own hell ... on a planet
                                                        sent spinning ...unmercifully into Mercury retrograde.
                                                       Waters infested by worse than Chernobyl radiation'
                                                       causing thousands of still-births . Killing our ocean's
                                                       magical mammal's, while literally melting down ..
                                                       innocent multi-pointed sunken Starfish,
                                                       along the unloved length of our wounded West Coast..

                                                       For weeks, i have been consuming my usual filtered
                                                       water - with added 2% iodine, Carefully cautioning  my
                                                       somewhat angst-ridden teen, as well. Modern day malady
                                                       of absolute apathy has ' no need to apply' here. Not if
                                                       and when .. one and hopefully - all , wish to live.

                                                       Rather than be consumed by a river of despair. Fearfully
                                                       rushing into a sea of disquiet and malcontent that threatens
                                                       the very lives .. it once gave - we must save what is real
                                                       and sane.



                                                      We were living and loving .. our blissful life; atop our old                                                                             penthouse - overlooking Lost Lagoon, 11 or so ... magical
                                                      years ago. There were still maddening marauders on our
                                                      real-ation-ship that sailed - without fail. Yet, our open hearts ..
                                                      did prevail.

                                                      Never to stray .. we kept our well lit ..day into darkening night
                                                     .. alive  and filled with hope.

                                                      As must be continued - for all of mankinder to come out - each
                                                      and every one - a Supernatural Winner!


                                                      "Amazing Mommy" and Baby K- get'n their magical
                                                      makeup done - at the Stanley Park Ghost Train ride ...
]                                                    into a fun-filled hell .... Ha!



Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Big Orange Orb in a Puppy Lov'n Sky

Feeding our 2 Lab pups .. leftover juice pulp
they love to ferociously
deliciously ..

Then, a pound of meat

Shortly thereafter ..
to gleefully fly
out the door
for more .. fun

merely to trip ..
over the moon crowding into my minds eye
'think i am gonna die'
of magic's love-lit .. delight

traipsing down a dark and deserted alley
blind-sided by the rare sight
of a huge orange orb
handing from the early morn sky

my, oh, my!

chasing a dirty tennis ball
down quiet streets
of my wealthy neighborhood
things are ..
as they should ..

beautifully Be

Wagging our tails
moon tanning,

Bold and Free!

Sharing my joy and miss'n my boy,
love one "Amazing Mommy"



Ever inspired .. 
now, to Sleep

That's okay.I don't mind if your gay!"

                            " That's okay. I don;'t mind if your gay!"             
                              is what the simpleton's idiot, had to say

                            " That's okay. I don't mind if your gay!"
                              dimwitted x, from 3 decades ago, will pay

                             "That's okay. I don't mind if your gay!"
                              said the spiritual pauper; brain's amskray

                             "That's okay. I don't mind if your gay!"
                              inferred the furious inner faggot, at play

                             "That's okay. I don't mind if your gay!":
                             projecting putrid puke; all over our day


                             "That's okay. I don't mind if your gay!"
                             irelevant inelegance .. did undivinely spray ..

                             "That's okay. I don't mind if your gay!"
                             'mouse of a man,' upon my boy - to prey

                            "That's okay. I don't mind if your gay!"
                            spilling only .. his own telltale tray ..

                            "That's okay. I don't mind if your gay"
                            sordid skunk; stuck in his selfish disaray!

                            Katherine Mairon


                           "Do you have a girlfriend, yet?," is how his sick,
                           little game .. all started. Kaelin, innocently, standing
                           in the kitchen, across from me. G walks past us;
                           bored out of his mindless head. And let's this drivel
                           .. spray forth.

                           My 15 year old son, soon after asked me, " Mommy, 
                           what do you think of what Greg said .. ?"

                          Silly me. That is where i made my error.

                          " Oh, he was just joking."

                          Then, my son said nothing.

                          I was not trying to even protect the dummy and dunce.

                          It was my naive son i was hoping to help .. to feel better

                          For, i was, too - also, initially, somewhat in shock    

                          Oh, if i could only turn back .. the 'dumb-ass' cock ..
                          er, oops - 'clock'

                         I would have bounced him and his 'will not's ' ( red-necks
                        carry 'em in their tight pants, for lack of anything else . that
                        needs fitting .. in

                        I already reminded him, " There's a reason I left you, G..."
                        Told my once so innocent son, the same thing ..
                        Too bad the little dickadee-doo's wounding words ..
                        sunk .. and stuck in

                       If he ever chooses to look honestly at himself , in his jaded
                       mirror - all far from handsome he .. will see, looking back
                      at hell-bent him - is his thoughtless, mindless, jealous, envious,
                      'evil twin."

                      Humbug to him.
                      That unhappy ending .. is one Goddess-damned .. fine place
                      to begin ..

                     Bless the sunlit path my boy once walked upon.. before others
                     soiled his mind .. and spoiled the divine ..

                     Nothing angrier than a 'hornets nest' or a Mother messed with
                     My child is not yours to beat down . like you once did .. unto me

                     If i were even and ever a battered dog of unyummy yours ..
                     you would not be 'good enough' to crawl upon .. as a filthy flea
                     upon gorgeously well-appointed self actualized Me!!!

                    Go bad bug ..
                    Leave my blessed boy - BE!!!


                  "Mother on a Mission. Woman with a Vision."




Courage to Love

Summer of 2003 - King Kaelin and Mommy

                                                      Courage to Love
                                              Nothing will ever be more important
                                              true heart knows not of self restraint
                                              what others say is far from relevant
                                              never let - dirt; a precious soul; taint

                                              Hold closely, the one who loves you
                                              yours is the light, she allowed through
                                              within her, deepest powera to renew
                                              ever embrace strongest feelings; true

                                              Fearless be of losing even a heartbeat
                                              always a reason; divine souls do meet
                                              forever strong; Love's most earthly feat
                                              as from above; runs solid and so deep

                                              Allow emotions to truly rise to surface
                                              fearless of jealous neighbor of distress
                                              King Kaelin; lose not sleep, over duress
                                              believe in yourself; Goddess does Bless!

                                              Katherine Marion

                                              Note how close he 'clings,' never fearful of
                                              anything .. other than feeling safe with his heart
                                              .. beautifully vulnerable to remain rooted. .with
                                               eternal blessings . that unconditional love - brings!