Wednesday, August 28, 2013

What if people puled strings ..?

                                              What if people pulled strings ..
                                               offered me silly things
                                               like unconditional Love?

                                               I'd see them in newest light
                                               Angels without Angels

                                               Magic of healing hearts -above

                                              What if men moved mountains
                                               home of earth with fountains

                                               like in our deepest dream?

                                               They'd see me with bright eyes
                                               Angels without Angels

                                               Things are not as they may seem                  

                                               What if women flocked together
                                                kept faith and family, together

                                                Sanest sisters-  leading.

                                                We'd be in healing harmony
                                                Angels without Angels
                                               Courage is opening  for receiving

                                               What if children remembered Joy
                                               She and He; remained girl and boy

                                                Happy World would we BE

                                                Species evolving perfectly
                                                Angels without Angels

                                                One.- less, is far from from Divinity!



                                               This poem fell forth . in the amount of man-made time
                                                life borrowed for me;  to willingly write it.
                                               As par for my consciousness-writing course
                                               My purpose is to please no one - only to allow
                                               Trespassers may merely observe observations.
                                               Making sense of it - the un-magical, will do nil
                                               Too many; preferring to lay beside  road kill

                                               Well, i realized i was one of a rare few - eons' ago
                                                Thus, i continue to keep  pace with my inner equaton
                                                Erased from the inconsiderate' - status quo.. so?

                                                Remembering who I am - top priority to me
                                                Love is something I'm creating; life's  winding way
                                                Breech birth; would be more comforting than this
                                                I'd merely settle for funds for intentions and a kiss!

                                                K.M. with an " A" for Amen in the middle
                                                or Anne - for short
                                                Besides i love Green Gables
                                                and being Frank!




What you Focus on .. is all that matters!

                                                   What you focus on ..
                                                    is all that matters:

                                                    If guilt be your subject
                                                    pain in woe to project

                                                    After we've let go of all ...
                                                    no one left to protect

                                                    Let's feel sorry forever
                                                    unwise and not clever
                                                    Forget about the living
                                                    ourselves; not forgivng

                                                    What you focus on ...
                                                     builds or batters

                                                    No one told you, that
                                                    when nil went to bat

                                                   She kept you safe, brat
                                                   away - up late, she sat

                                                   She can be a calm Kat
                                                   even when smell'n a rat

                                                   Her trust, upon you shat
                                                   still, accepting your crap

                                                  What you focus on ..
                                                  shines or shatters

                                                  Everyone loved that love
                                                  moved in to push and shove

                                                  "Blessed Angel from above"
                                                   ain't that a gestational rub

                                                  even leaving 'deadbeat' dud
                                                  full time Mom; no such sub

                                                  hollowed out to the hub
                                                  what's the problem, bud?                         

                                                 What you focus on ...
                                                  Snakes or Ladders?

                                                 This moment lives for Son
                                                 Woman; Kind - as no one
                                                 heart full of purities .. sum
                                                 Hold on, fast - do not run!!!!

                                                Katherine Marion


                                               All i can fairly say is that while
                                               cleaning up a bucketful of pee;
                                               a gift our puppies left for me ...
                                               my mind caught up with an already
                                               beautifully woven tapestry

                                               Simply mine to un-weave ...


                                               To Believe


                                               Well, my rising  Son may have recently
                                               changed his name - yet, at least
                                               we still share the same .. initials.
                                               For Now

                                              K2 Forever




Nourish your Roots - Keep them Strong

                                                      Nourish your roots
                                                      keep them strong

                                                      on your head
                                                      or in the ground

                                                      where they belong

                                                       Nourish your roots
                                                       love lives long

                                                       on your head
                                                       or in the ground

                                                       where you belong

                                                       Nourish your roots                 
                                                       sing the hearts song

                                                       on your head
                                                       or in the ground

                                                       where I belong

                                                       Nourish your roots
                                                       Mother to beyond

                                                       on your head
                                                       or in the ground

                                                       where We belong!

                                                        Katherine Marion


                                                       When something .. resonates, it feels right
                                                        and we don't have to lose sleep; over trying
                                                        to 'fix it.'

                                                       When we leave someone who did their best 
                                                        for us
                                                        while ...
                                                        no one was 'making it right' for them

                                                        we've lost
                                                       OUR SOURCE

                                                        of soul sustenance
                                                         no substitute or false idols

                                                        or 'stink'

                                                        No matter what we 'think'
                                                        the way in which we FEEL
                                                        is what bears ground
                                                        owns a reference point
                                                        within us

                                                        no one

                                                        can come between

                                                        who and what ..
                                                        we LOVE

                                                         when we see ourselves
                                                         above ..

                                                         as fruit on HER splendid tree
                                                         "YES! This PERFECTION is really me"

                                                          keeping me safe

                                                           I AM

                                                           to BE


                                                          Now, i must do the sanest same
                                                          for HER

                                                         This LIFE she brought forth
                                                          is MINE


                                                          " Joy is nothing, unless it is shared,"
                                                           St. Exupery

                                                           "The Little Prince"

                                                           And, i am KIng

                                                           Thus, there is no other ruler of my cosmic
                                                           made smarter


                                                           than LOVING


                                                           as ONE

                                                          MY MOTHER!!!



                                                          keeps  ME

                                                         Sanest KIND

                                                        LOVING YOU!

                                                         Katherine Marion










Monday, August 26, 2013

No one need be left alone

                                        No one need be left alone
                                        empty hearts; un-shown
                                        my, mine has so grown
                                        love for me; once known

                                        Must keep believing in me
                                        no matter what others 'see'
                                        boy, once so kind and free
                                        loved me; unconditionally

                                        It doesn't matter what's said
                                        vital to stay out of my head
                                        most people; beyond dead
                                        choose to be happy; instead

                                        Very little time in this world
                                         to touch your toes; uncurled
                                         get out of the fury; unfurled
                                         a  madman missal's; hurled

                                        Stay in the light to shine mine
                                        not loving me; certainly crime
                                        many mean ones; feel not fine
                                        dark; since the dawn of time

                                        Compassion; top of my list
                                        Angels i once lovingly kissed
                                         so what if the target; i missed
                                        not enough to slash my wrist!

                                        Katherine Marion

                                      Safely out of fear .. lives only Love!!!

                                      Tears drop onto the laptop that my
                                      once so shining Son, kindly lent unto me

                                      Never thought i 'd see what's happening
                                      to this mindless world ..

                                      Al  I can do is continue to be grateful
                                      for  the kindness, and caring .. found
                                      within ..

                                      That at least this lonely and overflowing
                                       healing heart, can easily choose to see,

                                      Special K - this and every day


Edward Sits Patiently at my Feet

                                                    Edward sits
                                                    at my feet

                                                    Thelma lays
                                                    curled up
                                                    upon the cot

                                                    I am loved
                                                    two pups
                                                    always here

                                                    Such peace
                                                    do we share
                                                    feels good

                                                    My son left
                                                    ran away
                                                    sad shame

                                                    No more lie
                                                    lost in pain
                                                    almost a year

                                                    Me to blame
                                                    him to hide
                                                    trust died

                                                    Tired of hurt
                                                    like I'm dead
                                                    joy- instead

                                                    Kept him safe
                                                    forgets mom
                                                    ghost so glum

                                                    No one cared
                                                    Love shared
                                                    lives in me

                                                   If i was gone
                                                   cares not
                                                   lesson taught

                                                   Eyes of tears
                                                   no more fears
                                                   real is my heart

                                                   Prepared am I
                                                   to even die
                                                   this is not life

                                                   Nobody's wife
                                                   or Mother
                                                   allowed to be

                                                   Guess I'll just
                                                   go the gym
                                                   to really see

                                                   I am still free
                                                   stretch and bend
                                                   hurt to end

                                                    now, first up
                                                    wait no more
                                                    joy to erupt

                                                    human sacrifice
                                                    I am not
                                                    selfless is nice

                                                    loving myself
                                                    surpasses all
                                                    standing tall

                                                    amidst a war
                                                     with laptops
                                                     loveless shore

                                                     swimming now
                                                     for my life
                                                     ignorance, rife

                                                     feel good, again
                                                     feel the rain
                                                     upon my face

                                                      Grateful Goddess                                          
                                                       lives and loves
                                                       no more shoves

                                                       happy to rest
                                                       do what's best
                                                        move ahead

                                                        get out of head
                                                        accept; instead
                                                        empty shelves

                                                        cannot fill up
                                                        on their own
                                                         truth is known

                                                         Just say, "Yup"
                                                         always accept
                                                          devoted Pup!!!

                                                          Katherine Marion


                                                         People will always find reason to
                                                         act unkindly, abandon those they
                                                         once claimed to deeply love.
                                                         What happened to that Angel
                                                          brought to me, from above?

                                                          Offering my heart and soul
                                                          on a fruit-filled, overflowing platter...
                                                           What does it matter?
                                                            There's no harmony, whatsoever
                                                            hiding behind modern technology
                                                            opposite of  being free

                                                            Denial's a hard one to shatter
                                                            Owning my powers is easy
                                                             staying within my heart to see
                                                             no matter what is done to me

                                                             Self-Love - my top priority!

                                                              Now and Always, 

                                                              Katherine - as my own Mother who loved me;
                                                              so gratefully named and looked after me