“Empower Tee”

Empower showers

of erotic flowers

Like Georgia on kief

Made from crystals and leaf

That each maiden in heat

Injected.

I’m feeling reflected,

Sometimes rejected,

And the mirrors line the paths

To and from.

Like sheep lined up horny and dumb.

Like love blasting brighter than sun.

Guys stink;

therefore I am.

Was the ultimate sham

On a localized scan

Being raised by a clan

That instead worked the land

Married had kids and then ran

For position.

Told to be Me

I found to be

Encouraging,

But the rules contradicted,

Confounded, conflicted

Until they were sticklers,

I, Mare, the Inflictor,

And back buckling bursting

Through gates I raced thirsting

For that what seemed real in all lights:

The dream that keeps sleep out of nights.

But like all you still reading,

Still sitting, still breathing,

Backhanding, conceiving

Understanding, still standing

Life just keeps on happ’ning

Love, death, loss, despair

Epic tales, copped out dares

Failed marriage, successful scourge

Of the constant want to purge

My soul of what I believed

To be bad inside me:

like demons whispering.

So scared was I

To open my eyes

I heard dark words

I constantly purged,

Ears closed to devils.

Don’t get me wrong,

I was rebel,

But my conscious

A constant ripple:

Asking why

Without a quibble,

Wanting answers

Whether questions

Were wanted.

This is how my mind,

was haunted.

So I went ahead and crashed

Thirty-four still getting smashed

On meak unemployment stash

Before I stood up for myself,

And gave into health wealth,

Empowered beyond being dashed.

Listen, hey

I’ve lived well,

Traveled far,

Douched on par

With movie stars,

Hit the bars

Like Tonya Hards…

Whatever man,

I lived life raw.

Either way, as I started,

To say, before I thwarted,

The praise, of one great lady

Who stayed, not buying the shady

She paved, the way for women

To live lives lasting longer, loving self,

Loving someone, who’s also loving.

She’s got that lusting for life

That gets everyone going.

That kind of enthusiasm

That keeps toes curling.

If only the woman

Would just quit nitpicking,

distracting, refracting, while still sounding witty.

I guarantee you

If she,

You’re grinning, rolling eyes at me

Thinking this poem another proof in puddin’

And you’re right Miss Shoulda Woulda Coulda, Too Bad;

I’m Empower! And, yes!

We’re all towers--

Far from phallic:

We’re galactic, interactic

Pointing straight out

To the Bosons

To the outer-inner

Most regions

Empowered

By time charged by space whooshing matter

It all winds up churned up engulfed in dark batter

That all comes down to this one little issue:

For powerful, sacred transcendent beast beings

We still keep it real all the way to heart seeing

These gifts that we offer,

We’re more than Coifers,

They’re more than what’s silver and gold.

Its all alchemists matters’

That click clack and clatter

From soft hands

That heal

Love hung bones.

It’s Empowerment, soothing and bold.