Looking out into the Forest

                    Looking out into the forest
                    I see the truth looking at me

                    Lifting my head to gaze into
                    A world created so perfectly

                    I hear traffic on the highway
                    Yet, my heart is now set free

                    Soon i shall leave my room
                    Travel into nature; too briefly


                    Our dogs know what is real
                    Every smell is vital and alive

                    Locked up in a hotel room
                    No soul is allowed to thrive

                    Divinity is sky, ground, sea
                    Upon this planet; eternally

                    Venture out to touch reality
                    You will be healed; instantly!


                    Katherine Marion

                   p.s.

                   Our 'first Mother; ' she is the one
                   we must obey, listen to and protect.

                  More than any 'other.'\

                  Or, we have none - at all.


                 K.M. - Standing Brave and Tall




                   
              

Sleeping In a Stairwell - What The Hell!

Sleeping In a Stairwell - What the Hell

Vancouver Heroine for Hire
Catch 'er before she does expire

Supernatural Woman ' on fire'
No one need fill her heart with desire

Rawsome Chef does not perspire
Even though she be lost in a housing crisis mire

Katherine The Great; for her 'time' shalt not transpire
Red latest clippings heroic feats to transpire



Two Labs in a city that cares not
If she were a druggie she'd  be best bought

Thelma and Edward; sis and bro
shiniest raw, omnivorous coats you did know

Over two years old and built for avalanche's
Good thing they are hard-wired for the trenches

All cause she gifted 'em for Kaelin's 16th birthday
A new ''operative ' for" homeless' - wouldn't you say?




Vancouver Heroine for Hire
Better 'pay her off,' now, fore she does retire

Eldest daughter of 5 - be  not  liar
Other's whine; she's never been a crier

Young at this game where other's soon tire
This aging bombshell of 54 could find a buyer

Sweetest Heart answers to no town crier
She glows so hot.. loser's would love to fry 'er



Child and Animal Advocate
MCFD stole her heart who loved to bask and sit

If she slows down she may fall
No wonder she runs fast to stand brave and tall

Leeches syphon her amazing energies
Various   un-kind of sickest sycophant's be these

Offer her homage and sponsor her success'
 Warrior of the Light; highest vibration, forever to express!


Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com



p.s.

I believe the newest term coined for me ...be that of anything .. other than traitor.
Even though some others .. choose to hate her

Rest of the un-best crowd; attempt to woefully bait her
No matter how big and billious 'The Dragon',;best to LOVE... and hope to sate her!

special K

Sleeping In a Stairwell - What the Hell

Vancouver Heroine for Hire
Catch 'er before she does expire

Supernatural Woman ' on fire'
No one need fill her heart with desire

Rawsome Chef does not perspire
Even though she be lost in a housing crisis mire

Katherine The Great; for her 'time' shalt not transpire
Red latest clippings heroic feats to transpire



Two Labs in a city that cares not
If she were a druggie she'd  be best bought

Thelma and Edward; sis and bro
shiniest raw, omnivorous coats you did know

Over two years old and built for avalanche's
Good thing they are hard-wired for the trenches

All cause she gifted 'em for Kaelin's 16th birthday
A new ''operative ' for" homeless' - wouldn't you say?




Vancouver Heroine for Hire
Better 'pay her off,' now, fore she does retire

Eldest daughter of 5 - be  not  liar
Other's whine; she's never been a crier

Young at this game where other's soon tire
This aging bombshell of 54 could find a buyer

Sweetest Heart answers to no town crier
She glows so hot.. loser's would love to fry 'er



Child and Animal Advocate
MCFD stole her heart who loved to bask and sit

If she slows down she may fall
No wonder she runs fast to stand brave and tall

Leeches syphon her amazing energies
Various   un-kind of sickest sycophant's be these

Offer her homage and sponsor her success'
 Warrior of the Light; highest vibration, forever to express!


Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com



p.s.

I believe the newest term coined for me ...be that of anything .. other than traitor.
Even though some others .. choose to hate her

Rest of the un-best crowd; attempt to woefully bait her
No matter how big and billious 'The Dragon',;best to LOVE... and hope to sate her!

special K

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

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!


                                           Katherine Marion
                                           www.SupernaturalWoman.com

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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
         


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