Jesus died for your sins
So that your heart would not weigh heavy on the scales of Osiris
Let Christ Consciousness
Swim up the Nile
Leap into the bucket of lord Enki
Aquarius dawns
You are the bright star...Inanna
The woman, the dove, the holy spirit
The fires of desire will seek the waters of wisdom
Ways will rise
Sofia...you are the grace of God
Awakened serpents writhe up spines
Third eyes bloom lotus flowers
As matriarchs rise to balance their lovers
Divinity is be easier to Know

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Please Budda just 5 million dollars and the ability to parallel park when people are behind me...

They Are all Beautiful Woman

I have noticed that in every picture I love
there is a beautiful woman barely dressed
and dripping in jewelry
she is either smoking, drinking, or dancing
she is never smiling
she is sad, proud, and sensual
she is alone but with you
either looking directly at you
or lightly through you
as she dreams

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Ode to Kristen

. . . thought of you a lot while looking at amazing statues in egypt. i'm pretty sure you were there with me. or, we were at least there together in another life!

xx k

It's Torture to Love a Demon

June 25th 2012
I had thought I had figured it out
What's important is that is that you were there
And I was so freaking glad
I had thought the exorcism had worked and that you were gone for good
It is torture when you love your demons
You came to me and you held me and then you vanish
 I stood in the darkness for hours
Yelling I love you
Why won't you come to me
Why did I love someone that didn't love me
You shouldn't touch the wings of butterflies
It can ruin them forever

You are my lover whispering in my ear                                From Anastasia to Kristen

Golden Rod Eggs

This Easter morning
I raise my coquetel
To entropy and sprouts
American tradition go all the way back
Great Goddess I follow you through all time
I can sense your story
You loved a man
What was his name?
Was it Tammuz, Osiris, or maybe El
Today I remember your lovers murder
The shepherds Kings dead body
Scattered all around the world
You had to find the pieces
Like Easter Eggs
Once all the pieces were in your basket
You glued your man together again
Except for the missing piece (his penis had been swallowed by a fish)
In its absence
You fashioned a great golden phallus and sat up on it
Vuala ... Res-erection!
Inanna, Isis, Asherah, Ester your names are many but your story is the same
You rode your lover staff of life to the gates of the Underworld
And then upon rising you gave birth
To the Sun of God
To the Light of the world
What was his name?
Was it Horus, Apollo, or maybe it was Christ