Snakes in the Grass

I was out in the woods when I met a snake in the grass
He convinced me to go with him along an unlit path
He was so nice, charming and kind
Embodying the type of love a women strives to find
The further along I left my own path my heart knew
Something was wrong and I didn’t know what to do
The situation felt sinister, but I couldn’t quite describe
Why I felt that this snake wanted to eat me alive
So I kept changing myself and shedding my skin
To fit his every demand, his fantasies and whim
Alas it seemed it was never good enough for him
No matter what I evolved into it kept beginning again
These demands kept increasing and the fear got worse
And I began to see that I had followed a curse
These snakes in the grass won’t stop for anything
Their own wants are always everything
No matter what you give it will be for nothing
There is an emptiness in these snakes, no heart and no feeling
To venture to far is to become their next feeding
Be wary women of these snakes in the grass
Don’t let your own journey be a thing of the past
These charming snakes will engulf and eat you whole
Your body, your mind and even your soul

The Sad Sun

One fateful day the sun was born
At first all the planets loved and adored the sun
But as the sun grew she became stronger and hotter
Soon some of the planets that had huddled next to her beautiful warmth
Began to slowly pull away from her
The sun had wondered what she had done wrong
Why so many of her planets were slowly pulling away
The sun began to dim her light
She tried to pull those planets back towards her
Yet none of the planets ever came back
They had already moved so far away
Unfortunately the planets nearest to her suffered
They became inhospitable and cold
They relied on her warmth to keep going
The sun realized that despite those other planets moving away
All of the planets in her own orbit needed her to shine
She decided to stop focusing on the planets that left
And focused on becoming the shiniest and strongest sun she could be
For the sun realized she could not control the planets who had moved away
All she could control was her own power and strength
From that day forward she vowed
To become the strongest and brightest sun in all of the galaxy
She chose this path to help the planets that stayed
But to also help herself

Pink Raven

Reflecting now, I see I must give you some grace

For it wasn’t long ago I was in the same place

A place of uncertainty within who I am

Society placing a continuous unrealistic sham

As to who we should be as a true individual

Or rather who we should identify as a whole

Not just women, but men as well

Are learning to grow within a small shell
We cannot quite escape the clutches of the culture

We need to behave, act nice but within secret torture

Our traumas and burdens neatly buried away

But they never are quite gone, and they will always stay

Until we have the courage to face them head on

We will always be the cog in the world corporate pawn

They make money off our deep insecurities

We keep wanting more and more that is the certainty

The demons that are insatiable deep in our core

Will keep wanting more and more and more

I stopped feeding my demons, and got to know them instead

And I am not perfect but I do feel a bit ahead

I am now willing to see exactly who I need to be

I am The Pink Raven and I have demons for all to see

Now that I let the demons out for a stroll

I can see who I am with out their burdening role

I still have the demons, they see me each day

But I am allowed to wave bye to them and see them on their way

I am friends with those demons so they no longer control me

I shine a light on my demons and see

I am dark, I am light, I am masculine and feminine

I am ready to emerge and I am ready to be born again

The Darkness in the Ocean

The anguish comes in waves for the woman

The biggest crashes are when the children cry out

Innocent and unknowing

Yet she would rather be the rock on the shore

Being pummeled by the cold unrelenting waves

Then to be the woman who was lost at sea

In the sea it was dark and cold

There was no refuge and no where to swim too

Yet the woman never swam out to the darkness willingly

There was a man who lured her to the sea

He purposively lured her into the ocean where it was bleak and black

He liked the woman surrounded by darkness

The dark was cold and numbed her heart and soul

And slowly it distorted her entire reality

She followed him into the dark because he promised her his light

He had convinced her that she had no light on her own

The moment he sensed he had her far enough from the shore

That is when he left her drowning

Taking with him what little light he ever gave her

She was unable to see anything and the coldness slowly numbed her body and mind

There were days she thought she would disappear completely

The man always knew when the darkness was about to envelop the woman completely

Those were the moments that he would jump in and give her just a little light

It was always just enough light to keep her physical body alive

The terrified woman was so happy to see the light

She didn’t notice that the light he gave was lessening each time

Slowly the man was conditioning the woman to become comfortable in the dark

He never intended to love the woman

The light that the man gave was never the light of love

It was control and hatred that fuelled him

His light was fractured and skewed

Dull and lifeless

Eventually the woman would get the strength within

To question what little light the man gave

It was those moments that he would turn the light out completely

She was always so terrified to be back in the world of darkness and demons

That she convinced herself to enjoy the small amounts of ominous light he gave her

Maybe if she began to see things the way he wanted

He would eventually spare her more moments of light

But the man never did

And one fateful day the woman realized the man never would give her anything more then darkness

Not only did he control the light

He intentionally tried to steal the woman’s light from herself

So hecould capture her and slowly siphon her light for himself

Unfortunately for the man

That light that he tried so hard to put out

Was always living within the woman, and never died out completely

For even when the woman’s mind was convinced her light was gone

Deep down her soul knew better

The woman swam in the darkness towards the shore

Barely making it alive onto the sand

But she did

And that is where she continues to lay

Exhausted and depleted

Feeling each cold crash upon her mind and body

Crashes so hard she often feels she can’t continue

That she should turn around and drown in the sea once and for all

But then she remembers how she saved herself from the darkness

So she prays to God and she vows to take those crashes

So she can continue to shine her light

In hopes that other women will see it from the sea

And it will give them the courage to swim towards the shore

So they to can escape the darkness in the ocean

The Predator and the Prey

In a world that doesn’t want us to feel free

Is it any wonder why, we feel we have lost our agency?

Toxic men have become obsessed with being the victims of something

They like to take on this role so the can show they don’t have “control of anything”

By convincing others they are the true victim

They get to control but be absolved of the system

Their behaviour and offences are never their fault

You get to batter and beat me and give me shots

In my heart I know I am the real victim of something above me

But you convince me that your the real victim you see

That you must show me how to behave and how to act

You take away my reality and experiences and replace it with facts

Facts about myself and how the world actually is

And my place in it, which is never above his

You must manipulate and control me, and manage with fear

But when I resist you tell me its my own inadequacies that led me here

The predators like to convince us that were not actually prey

They will do everything in their power to take our boundaries away

Even if that power is becoming the victim of something

We can’t even have that, so they take it for consumption

In the end they snatch all our power propelling us closer to fear

They continue to tell us that we deserve to be here
It is time now in the world to demand something more
And tell them that we will not tolerate being hurt anymore

The Blood I Bleed is Lava

Is it fait, or is it irony

That where I wear my crystal beads

Is where I chose to bleed ?

Cuts along the surface of a hardened rock, no fault lines allowed

For there was a foreman, in charge of this skin

In acts of defiance, the marble they wanted to mold,

I struck down with sharpened blades

Determined to create my own cracks and crevices.

In your attempt to make me shiny, I made myself dull

In your attempt to control me, I made myself volatile

You hated me for ruining the perfect specimen of your ego

But what I am actually made of will always be beyond your comprehension

I have become molten lava that can swallow you and others whole

And this is what you were scared of

My hidden feelings

My power erupting from within

You always knew my power might be able to change the world

And even worse

You knew my power might make me uncontrollable

My lava will make you hot, and uncomfortable and you will try to run

But you are the reason the lava erupted,

You cannot escape the consequences of such a force

Karmic consequences come with heat

The heat is painful, but it is actually love

Love for myself

For my children

For all of humanity

Something you will never know

Love is the ultimate power

And guess what?

Love isn’t always nice

It is heat and fire

Uncomfortable because at its core

Love is truth

Human beings seek love, but not truth

And without truth, you will find out, There is no love

I hope in my heart you cannot bear the love  I have within me

I hope you burn alive with it

Burn, just like you wished upon me in your dreams

I now know I teetered on the edge of death

A death you wanted, and slowly tried to carry out

I was to be a human sacrifice

A sacrifice in the name of your sins and your demons

As if burning my soul, might conceal who you are, and rid you of your evilness

Killing me could conceal your secrets and your burning hatred

But I know what you have done, and I am dormant no longer

The blood of my veins are pouring outwards like lava ready to finally engulf you.

I have lava in my veins.

Is it fait or is it irony,

that your burning hatred towards me

Turned my blood into lava

My words into a volcano

Erupting with such force you can no longer control it

You have created the volcano that will be your own demise

Chickadee

Waking up, choking for air

Day after day, night after night

I begged for signs

To show I wasn’t slowly suffocating

Although I already knew I was

I had dreams of asphyxiation

The air being taken from my lungs

A pressure consistently pushing me towards the earth

As if I was destined for the grave

A pressure that could not be ignored

I used to pray to God and whoever would listen

Send me a sign that death is not chasing me

Usually I would pray for birds

Angels within nature, to alleviate my pain

All I got in answers

Was dead birds on the doorstep

Chickadee Chickadee Chickadee dee dee

I use to sing to my children, calling them my little chicks

Now dead chicks are on my doorstep

Where did they come from?
How did they get there?

No signs of a mother

No signs of remorse

No signs of an egg that had encapsulated them and kept them safe

Chickadee Chickadee Chickadee dee dee

My children screaming and crying

Chickadee Chickadee Chickadee dee dee

What are you trying to show me little dead birds?

Why are you so naked and alone?

What has happened to you?
Please God show me another sign

Show me that I am safe
That this was just a sad coincidence

A week later death came to my doorstep again

Chickadee Chickadee Chickadee dee deee

Another dead nestling laying on the ground

This time my chicks were not there to weep at its presence with me

The scared and palpable vulnerability of that naked bird

The metaphor too disturbing to allude

This time I take a longer look at the dead bird

Knowing in my heart that this was no longer just a coincidence.

Chickadee chickadee chickadee dee dee

It was slimy and pale

No feathers and a face that shrieked

You’re not safe

The gentle rawness of its naive endangerment

It continues to shiver me to my core

Who prays for angels and gets death on their door?

Little dead broken birds I can look at you no longer

Please stop coming to me in my dreams

Chickadee chickadee chickadee dee dee

The Chains of Imagination

The birds they come and they go.

Just like the seasons, you cannot get too attached to them.

But that’s what I like about birds

They never stay grounded for too long
I was always familiar with their need to leave

Always escaping the earth in search of something better

Something above what is seen

It was something I was born knowing how to do

Or rather was it something I learned how to do?

Perhaps the abuse taught me how to fly into the clouds

One may never know why or how

I can only haphazardly discern from fragmented memories

I learned how to dissociate early

I could leave the ground and fly up high into the sky where no one could get me

Higher and higher I would sore within the realms of my imagination

Why such hate for the imagination?

It is something that is always there and will always be there

For the sad souls whose life is to much to bear

It keeps us safe, and it keeps us secure

Having your head in your clouds

Designated for those too tortured to be on earth

We preach the present moment

For many the present moment is too painful

The imagination continues to be there for us

So many souls knowing there is more for themselves

Yet we are bounded down and caged by the past and present

Our experiences meticulously destructed

Captors coming in and ravaging us for a profit

Body parts, pieces of meat, to be consumed

Annihilating who we are

And celebrating dehumanization

I was always a confused little girl

I could always see the destruction of the world

Yet I was forced to be blind

I became an unhappy and tortured soul

Dreaming of flying away

Yet I could never achieve flight

My wings so worn, and burnt without ever flying

Yet I can’t quite discern why

Irregardless I had become what I had always feared

I became a caged bird

A bird of too many broken lives before

The bird I swore I would never be

It was just like everyone told me

I would never be able to fly

This tore my soul to pieces

Yet, within the realms of my imagination

I could fly all I wanted

So it is there that I retreated

Invested in living there until eternity

Until I had my own birds to care for

Little birds birthed from my own soul

It was then that I learned

You cannot stay in the imagination forever

Imagination is a beautiful thing,

It is irresistible in times of hardship

It is beautiful in times of decay

But it is also dangerous to those who wish to make it that way

You cannot stay there for too long

Or you may be imprisoned there for all eternity

Its a fucked up experience

When the thing that you once clung to to survive becomes your enemy

Too much consumption

It always Inevitably turns poisonous over time

I slowly realized this after bringing new souls to the world

That I can no longer live within the realms of my imagination

My imagination that once freed me from the cage

Eventually became my new cage

And with this realization

I began to see that the imagination is also where my captors live

The imagination of our their own inner worlds

Constantly playing out in our fucked up reality

No one is immune to the distortion

So out of the realms of the air and imagination I emerge

To fight in real time for the here and for the now

No longer satisfied with my imaginative world

I am here to create a new reality

So my own children can come back down earth

And live in a a better place

A place where our imagination is not the only refuge left for humanity

Broken little bodies

Sadness envelopes my soul

My body is tired from the monotonous role

Too melancholy to even cry

Sometimes I feel like I am waiting to die

Death is amongst us everywhere

As zombies walk around without a care

Feasting upon the innocent and weak

The very people you protect and you preach

My veil of disillusionment has finally dropped

And with it is my ability to ever stop

Seeing the injustices across this whole fucking planet

I wonder how people are able to stand it

A little voice in my head says they do it from fear

And I remember that not long ago, I was also here

They do it from the fear they feel in their hearts

That that could be them, so they won’t even start

Too humanize the sad little broken bodies

Would make them question what is godly

I have come forth from that fear that I felt in my soul

And I am here to bring forth truth for a greater goal

Too look away too long makes your own soul mould

And its not long now till you will also be sold

It beginning already, don’t you see?

Those sad little broken bodies are you and me

The War on Women

The places where I should feel the safest

Are the places where I feel the biggest landmines

Nothing is ever certain

Beneath my feet I feel the threat

I feel the landmines beneath my soles

I walk carefully to not disturb them

Yet I am human, and sometimes my feet trout too heavy

Not out of maleficence but out of tiredness

Tiredness from my soul

And it seeps out to my limbs haphazardly

Unintentionally I become clumsy

Clumsiness is not a luxury afforded to women

It causes war

As if my faults allow opportunities for your actions

In an attempt to keep the peace

I lose pieces of myself instead

An army of wounded women

Amputees with no visible wounds

Only within the mind can you see the degradation

By trying to keep the peace

In a world that wants to have war

It is easier to blame the women setting off the landmines

Then to blame the men who planted them there in the first place

Women are the cause and the causalities

In a war we are trying so hard to avoid