‘A Letter to Pandora’

Say It: ‘I Am Woman. Hear Me Roar!’

A sample from Book 6

 A Letter to Pandora
my dearest pandora:
you evil whore
stop opening false doors
I'm tired
of your illusive detours
‒your negative gore
I'll admit
I fell for the allure
the I love yous
the you're beautifuls
I'll admit
in my glass
I let others pour
I gave up control
let others take it
then gave them more
their promising lure
came slow, gradual
I believed in I'm yours
I believed in giving
‒times four
I swallowed hard
walked, paced floors
I cried and cried
hid my raging sword
as more and more
me...they ignored
‒never questioning
what for
all this rage built
I learned to hoard
keeping the peace
I constantly explored
praying you'd close
these selfish-hearted doors
but I see
how easily
you get bored
needing to keep
good hearts torn
‒racking up scores
on your evil board
I'm tired of being scorned
you're just
an evil whore
my rage is building wings
‒jamming closed
your controlling doors
hear me roar!
I'm not a board
to be walked on
or drilled
with material nails
‒your false lure
I'm a woman
an unyielding commodore
I will soar
above all
your negative gore
look up
you wretched whore
I am woman
hear me roar!
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‘Without Burying in Holes’

You Be You. Let Me Be Me. While We Leave the Past Behind!

A sample from Book 6

 Without Burying in Holes
 (Sweet Man)
love outweighs libido
it offers room to grow
in each other an outflow
separate-together scenario
each doesn't forgo
their individual echo
maintaining meaningful amigos
never each other to outgrow
encouraging each's ego
−a constant expanding
each's manifesto
−see how high
they each can go
without one thing to owe
except coffee together
on a patio
having sincere trust
whatever way they row
enjoying the rainbow
kisses under a mistletoe
without doubting shadows
mutual integrity
each to show
each other's lingo
without a need
for macho
love is willingness
to lose control
−pride swallowed
letting it all go
opening the peephole
total envelope
letting every secret flow
exploring every shadow
of each's very soul
keeping it real
with or without clothes
living life with gusto
throwing away
the microscope
love allows feelings to roll
in and out−
allowing each to stroll
without digging holes
love's traveling different roads
enjoying solo
without worry
of an undertow
it's knowing
when to let go
without losing self-worth
apart...even though
wanting the best
keeping each other whole
love's a friendship stroll
hands to hold
without burying in holes
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‘Dying House’ and ‘Our Last Goodbye’

That Place You Have To Leave!

A sample from Book 6

 Dying House
I've watched you grow
I thought we'd grow old
but our lives
have been sold
our hearts broke
our insides
have turned cold
your beauty
you're no longer
wanting to hold
I must go
it's getting harder
to cope
watching you
slowly corrode
piece by piece
you're starting to fold
a heavy load
you turn
from a gentle host
to a heartless ghost
no more
are you
my threshold
soon it'll all explode
for the last time
behind me
your doors
I'll close
with only memories
to be told
 Our Last Goodbye
I'm shaking inside
oh! what a ride
your heart and mine
you were built
with love
we fit
like hand and glove
my hands now tremble
closer and closer
draws the time
when we'll say
our last goodbye
through blurry eyes
I walk your rooms
my heels slowly glide
an unsteady slide
touching your skin
—this rushing, emotional tide
many memories collide
you witnessed
my every side
within your walls
I stood tall
you saw me
humble with pride
then you watched
me fall
—victim to a loving homicide
revenge's careful suicide
to you
I can't lie
in you
I do confide
within your bones
my will thrived
my imagination
easily came alive
you were once
a dream
in my mind
you were my every inspire
it was a thrill
watching you rise
you caressed my children
as they grew high
you heard me answer
their every why
you saw me hug them
through their every sigh
you watched them fly
you saw every transpire
you heard me laugh
watched me cry
you saw love rise
then watched it die
without answers to why
without even a try
you saw me
struggle for breath
you saw me strive
to survive
then revive
reasons to why
our love affair's denied
my deepest I
this emptiness—
hard to describe
it's all been crucified
—slick and sly
we're now down
to our last lullaby
our together forever—
that final day
will soon arrive
when behind me
I'll close your door
our last goodbye
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It’s All About Survival!

A sample from Book 6


temptations fought
wanting to forget
righteous laws
—all I've been taught
this patient jaw
yearning to drop—
release this tangled flaw
so I wait for him
to unlock this vault
raise my pulse
with just his walk
through lessons
I'm caught
hunger sought
I'm just a cat's paw
yearning to claw
hearing him talk
bringing my heat
to a boil
the scent of him—
I'm lost
not just an afterthought
—an immediate draw
seeing him
brings naughty thoughts
to be with him
in the raw
dance sin's waltz
put me in awe
temptations fought
wanting to forget
righteous laws
—all I've been taught
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The Codependent: Make Yourself Happy First!

A sample from Book 6

I've tried to help
in ways
that didn't help
I've said yes
then no
to my self
I've avoided
hurting others
only to hurt myself
to trust my own feelings
I've been afraid
I've believed lies
then betrayed-
I often felt
I wanted to get even
punish others
for putting me
on a shelf
I often
became smothered
in anger and hate
-wanting to kill
not feeling safe
I've fought
for others' rights
when they didn't know
how the law swayed
only to be left
like an abandoned stray
I've often settled
for others' worth
-left my own
to grow another day
I became
the reaction
to others' anger and hate
instead of listening to self
walking my own way
I became
less of me
for others
to be set free
I've lost myself
to dependency
on how others felt
without seeing
my own need
to be free
to be just me
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‘No Goodbye Kisses’

It’s Not Your Fault!

A sample from Book 6

 No Goodbye Kisses
I walk around
this house
quiet as a mouse
my steps slow
not sure
in which room to go
there's pain in every inch
the pounding
of your fist
I spoke my mind
maybe a little too unkind
your actions
way out of line
hurt...anger grows
not understanding
not knowing
why you changed
why you don't see
how you made
our life to be
your continued rage
backed me into a cage
I yelled for you to go
each word
another silent blow
denial and lies
I refused to cry
stood my ground
of being treated
like a clown
once more
you ignored
as our child's eyes
grew wide
you continued
your raging tide
stand up for yourself
words I taught
I couldn't put on a shelf
your finger pointing
your hurt anointing
I slapped your face
it'll send you away
you pounced―
off the cement
my head bounced
slamming your steel toes
into my thigh
my hands and elbow
razored with holes
your continued blast
left me
in a frozen cast
our son grabbed you
against the truck
he threw
my mother held me
I don't remember
jumping to my feet
I kicked you
I wanted to hurt you
I wanted to maim you
I wanted to kill you
I walk around
this house
quiet as a mouse
my steps slow
not sure
in which room to go
three times
in all these years
you crossed this line
bruises on my skin
my walk full of fear
each time worse
in between
silent torture
not standing up for me
not even seeing me
a continued
losing journey
wanting a family
becoming an enemy
a stranger
breeding hate and anger
I walk around
this house
quiet as a mouse
my steps slow
not sure
in which room to go
feeling the pain
in every inch
from the pounding
of your fist
staying...I resist
your actions
crossed the line
no goodbye kisses
just closing the door
leaving it all behind
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‘Stepping into the Fear’

Forget the Fear. Concentrate On What You Want!

A sample from Book 6

 Stepping into the Fear
what you are is what you think
―an old worn out thing
but living half your life
you come to see
how truly right
these words ring
any day-dreaming thought
even silently in the dark
―closed secret of the heart
given enough time
begins to shape its part
if the pictures seep in your head
while laying in bed
something you dread
or just want to unwed
―be careful
your repeated secret byline
given enough time
will come to you
will come true
it takes years
to make the picture clear
bits and pieces―
many scenarios pass through
your reality won't mock it
your actions won't show it
but in the universe
you did throw it
―over and over
believing it just fantasy
only your mind can see
nothing close to your reality
what does it hurt
losing yourself to its scenes
just a day-dreaming thought
something imagined in the dark
―silently in your heart
where no one has to be fought
something you think
not really sought
given enough time
begins to shape its part
with enough passing days
with enough nights to fade
the fantasy slowly builds
secret thoughts turn real

the universe enjoys enough time
fantasy to reality begins to align
instead of in your head
―hidden secrets fed
soon to become
a life led
deep inside
you try to deny
your eyes continuously cry
this can't be right
you start a war
―feverously fight
an outward dreaded fear
―at first unclear
the day-dreaming thoughts stop
as hands move on a clock
tic-toc, tic-toc
all your eye-seeing reality
becomes your secret fantasy
not exactly the way you saw
―the same is the result
wiping away the tears
now, it's all perfectly clear
what you wanted the most
―the secret you didn't boast
was the one thing
you truly feared
the fantasy
that only the universe
could hear
so it changed your course
―it may feel forced
you yell, scream, cry
over and over asking why
repeat, repeat, repeat
'til you're hoarse
 it leaves you no choice
but to step into your fear
―see your secret thoughts
as the true reality
of your heart  
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‘A Rose When It Blooms’

A Woman Becomes Awesome After the ‘Hard’!

A sample from Book 6

 A Rose When It Blooms
it's easy to pass it by
if you don't have a good eye
it's easy to deny
―be easily satisfied
by its humble life
it's easy to say goodbye
if you don't understand―
its true vibe
instead of just
its surface shy
it's hard to describe
what comes from deep inside
watching a rose come alive
―shine in the light
spread its wings and divide
it's hard to simplify
its gentle lullaby
―its pure divine
without trying to deprive
its exotic fire
it's hard to amplify
what its many colors
or how it mystifies
emotions and desires
it's hard to transcribe
without trying to terrify
or leaving questions of why
―I'm willing to try
when a rose awakes and divides
emotions thrive
its very beauty signifies
its power from God†
―adding harmony to lives
making a grown man cry
leaving the most vocal soul
once awoken―
a rose transpires
all of its drive
all of its pride
to its newly created empire
it doesn't try to bribe
with all its energy it dives
overriding its individual side
transforming its tide
refusing to deprive
so that its vibrance can thrive
with its own awakening desires
 it doesn't place a price
or intend to bring strife
it doesn't even think twice
or wonder if it's right
it doesn't need or try to justify
―connive or lie
it just breathes life
―a humbling sacrifice
byway of God's† pure light
yes, it's easy to pass by
if you don't have a good eye
it's easy to deny
the beauty of a rose
―opening and coming alive
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‘Twenty-Year Itch’

Trust Me: It’s Not Your Fault!

A sample from Book 6

 Twenty-Year Itch
there's a glitch
in this marriage-is-forever niche
no one says it
when selling their pitch
they just say―
marriage is a gift
no more ifs
no more endless cliffs
but it's all a myth
for there's a ditch
from which
comes the switch
where love drifts
lies are rich
truths are a bitch
change is swift
heed this warnings' monolith
the twenty-year itch
comes from this sudden twitch
egotistical snitch
a labyrinth
a deceptive clinch
leaving you adrift
lost to miff
without even one
understanding flinch
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‘Changing of Tides’

You Will Make It Through!

A sample from Book 6

 Changing of Tides
an emptiness
fills his head
darkness consumes him―
wishing himself dead
around him
there's too much
with a nothingness
a mixed rush
meanings of his life gone
what he thought important―
seems all wrong
a need
to just forget about it all
―drop everything and run
with not one once
of guilt
of those who'll fall
he just feels done
from all that was good
―it's easier
to just give up
do things
he never would
forget those
he once loved
start over
―a brand new book
those he hurt―
never giving
another look
denying blame
denying himself
just living life
from a shelf
is better to him
then standing for
what he really feels
in his heart
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