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Rather meet a man who knows how to wield an axe
than buy into a politician; levying another B.S. tax
Rather see my Son turn into a real Man with heart
than watch my child morph into some asshole's fart
Rather run with our Labs in the forest undergrowth
than divide as a family, separated and dead; both
Rather taste raindrops on my healthy, pink tongue
than be left alone with everybody who is a 'no One'
Rather feel 'bad' and do something positive about it
than on a fat, lazy, ass - with muddled mind - to sit
Rather be dancing in the breeze with pretty flowers
than being offered 'options,' and dis-owning powers
Rather love a man who is kind to everyone he meets
than sleep with a snake charmer who reeks of deceits
Rather live by myself and age on my own, gracefully
than die a liar, as I make a clumsy exit, ungratefully
Rather pick berries from the prickly, outdoor bush
than 'join the rat race' continuing to push, push, push
Rather advertise for my own "Real Man with a Van"
than keep 'thinking' that loneliness .. is all that I am
Rather reject old philosophies that never suited me
To gather nerve endings.. and set my sorry self free
Rather learn by mistakes and experience true bliss
than swallow another shitty Shaman's soulless kiss
Rather identify what "Truth" means to magical me
than following another simpletons' useless decree
Rather use my mind; to further empty;owning space
than look into another smiling snake's diseased face
Rather make my heart my milestone of the millennia
than be led astray from my trusted internal anteneae
Rather lead others towards shared hope and victory
than waste away in a world that doesn't matter to me!
Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
p.s.
Picking the last of this season's succulent Blackberries ..
off of the tender vine - this evening ... enchanted 'end of summertime
rain .. lovingly, lit upon me.
Later, I met a very impressive 27 year old man, named
Patrick, at the local gym. With the mere 15 minutes allotted ..
before the gym was to close, we began an intense conversation
as I made use of the leg curl machine he'd earlier been on.
Turns out he has a blog: " Liberal Coast." Straight off, he asked
me if I'd " heard of Alex Jones?" " Of course, my Son and I
used to pay a lot of attention, to him. Especially when I was
writing a whole lot of one pager articles for The New Agora
Paper. And, my mid-teen was paying a lot more healing attention
to "influential" me.
What really struck me is that he 'got it' that " Women are Precious,"
and " should not work." Well, even though some" Feminist's" may
want to enlist me into their vagina-free army, full of militant
and magical-less army, rife with the worst male qualities of gross
aggression and the shortest attention span - only rivaled by their
obsessive-compulsive focus on that all pervasive ...
small 'penis envy,' I agree!!!
This single Mom, never knew that she would have to be the 'pants
of the family,' as my son went from attachment parenting bed, to
boobies.. all to soon, thrown into a stink'n sea of waves that brought up
bilious dykes working in the un-welfare system who told me that
I needed to sleep with them, basically, since I did " know how to
control," my Son - that was at age 4!
Kaelin going into puberty, with millions watching my every move
.. whilst misunderstanding my purest philosophy of 'homeschooling,'
'raw, vegan living,' and a heart-based relationship - as in a symbiotic
bond that began to seen as something sinister and "insane," rather than
exactly " what the world needs now," to heal and move forward ..
into an altered state of consciousness, where "All for One -One for
All," is not simply song silly song, sung by 3 Musketeers as they
play on more t.v. re-run!
People need to wake up, this moment ..
cause this .. is all that we have.
In unity,
Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
than buy into a politician; levying another B.S. tax
Rather see my Son turn into a real Man with heart
than watch my child morph into some asshole's fart
Rather run with our Labs in the forest undergrowth
than divide as a family, separated and dead; both
Rather taste raindrops on my healthy, pink tongue
than be left alone with everybody who is a 'no One'
Rather feel 'bad' and do something positive about it
than on a fat, lazy, ass - with muddled mind - to sit
Rather be dancing in the breeze with pretty flowers
than being offered 'options,' and dis-owning powers
Rather love a man who is kind to everyone he meets
than sleep with a snake charmer who reeks of deceits
Rather live by myself and age on my own, gracefully
than die a liar, as I make a clumsy exit, ungratefully
Rather pick berries from the prickly, outdoor bush
than 'join the rat race' continuing to push, push, push
Rather advertise for my own "Real Man with a Van"
than keep 'thinking' that loneliness .. is all that I am
Rather reject old philosophies that never suited me
To gather nerve endings.. and set my sorry self free
Rather learn by mistakes and experience true bliss
than swallow another shitty Shaman's soulless kiss
Rather identify what "Truth" means to magical me
than following another simpletons' useless decree
Rather use my mind; to further empty;owning space
than look into another smiling snake's diseased face
Rather make my heart my milestone of the millennia
than be led astray from my trusted internal anteneae
Rather lead others towards shared hope and victory
than waste away in a world that doesn't matter to me!
Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
p.s.
Picking the last of this season's succulent Blackberries ..
off of the tender vine - this evening ... enchanted 'end of summertime
rain .. lovingly, lit upon me.
Later, I met a very impressive 27 year old man, named
Patrick, at the local gym. With the mere 15 minutes allotted ..
before the gym was to close, we began an intense conversation
as I made use of the leg curl machine he'd earlier been on.
Turns out he has a blog: " Liberal Coast." Straight off, he asked
me if I'd " heard of Alex Jones?" " Of course, my Son and I
used to pay a lot of attention, to him. Especially when I was
writing a whole lot of one pager articles for The New Agora
Paper. And, my mid-teen was paying a lot more healing attention
to "influential" me.
What really struck me is that he 'got it' that " Women are Precious,"
and " should not work." Well, even though some" Feminist's" may
want to enlist me into their vagina-free army, full of militant
and magical-less army, rife with the worst male qualities of gross
aggression and the shortest attention span - only rivaled by their
obsessive-compulsive focus on that all pervasive ...
small 'penis envy,' I agree!!!
This single Mom, never knew that she would have to be the 'pants
of the family,' as my son went from attachment parenting bed, to
boobies.. all to soon, thrown into a stink'n sea of waves that brought up
bilious dykes working in the un-welfare system who told me that
I needed to sleep with them, basically, since I did " know how to
control," my Son - that was at age 4!
Kaelin going into puberty, with millions watching my every move
.. whilst misunderstanding my purest philosophy of 'homeschooling,'
'raw, vegan living,' and a heart-based relationship - as in a symbiotic
bond that began to seen as something sinister and "insane," rather than
exactly " what the world needs now," to heal and move forward ..
into an altered state of consciousness, where "All for One -One for
All," is not simply song silly song, sung by 3 Musketeers as they
play on more t.v. re-run!
People need to wake up, this moment ..
cause this .. is all that we have.
In unity,
Katherine Marion
www.SupernaturalWoman.com
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