Tuesday, May 28, 2013

I Walk the Line

Should I fake it or should I just lie? Should I tell the truth or should I just die? A fine line. A fine line when you continue to walk behind my eyes. I walk the line. Everything is illusion. In your eyes. Not mine. 

Words © Wendy Rose Watson 

Monday, May 27, 2013

Don't Fuck The Dead People Now

I feel just like Winona Ryder in that movie about Vampires. And she couldn't get that 'accent' right....neither could that other guy...

I was taught as a little girl that If you like anything about yourself you're going to be punished, if you were taught that as I was, don't buy it....love yourself and project that outwardly even at times if it means burning with word, in art and your daily in and out job that you are so fortunate to have. Make your statement. Love yourself. You are not doomed nor selfish when you're in that state of being. You're alive and living what is rightfully yours and true. People will judge you so be up for it but don't allow their judgement to infect you into a non-loving state of being. Don't let it color your decision making to be something that you are not or that you do not feel is true for you. Move forward with integrity and be honest with yourself and those around you as you will connect with the right people when you're truly in alignment with self.  Also, keep in mind that sometimes those people judging are the right people for you, too...they may help you define what you will and will not tolerate in this life and what boundaries you need to set for yourself. Be who you are. Celebrate your existence even if it means being alone and celebrating by yourself. Those hours alone are gems, hidden treasures and will open doorways for you. Doorways that not only exist in your mind but doorways into the next reality and remember nothing lasts forever outside of love so keep inside of it.  Love is infinite and it's looking you straight in the eye right now, all you need is a mirror to see.

You've been conditioned to believe that you were born to be a slave to the master. This is untrue. You were born to be a master of love. No crime committed, but a terrible and beautiful vision to see. So many twist and turns on the road in this world we live in today. So make noise in the hallways and command the door to open  as the poems don't love anymore. They will not suffice. It is all within YOU. Not the cold or rainy as I'm not much nourished by modern love either. I've seen the silver knives flashing in my bridal negligee.  Experiment within the maze, your maze and continue to worship the feeling it creates inside of you. I've certainly ripped my heart out on paragraphs but whatever you do don't fuck the dead people, don't fuck them now.

The lonely and the night of hands always relies on self.  Hands and eyes that are our brightest diamonds, yet so faint and sometimes falling from the sky not bright enough. So keep the doors of perception open and open them wide.  Open to higher thinking and open on the alter of prayer. Loving is not only a state of mind, it's a state of being, so let love in ...love, a voice in the night that says,  "You are not alone" and when hunger speaks precise instruction know that you are one of the chosen ones - you know you can never leave yourself, you have been chosen and you are the master.   It's not too early for the rainbow. It's not too late for the dove. This is the shield against the quarrels even if your name was once instructed to be the foundation of the night.  LOVE YOURSELF. BE YOURSELF. Write your redemption song tonight. It's alright. We are all just finches in the mist world but whatever you do don't fuck the dead people, don't fuck them now.

Words © Wendy Rose Watson 

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Mothers Day - Bless Your Creations & Your Inspirations

Happy Mothers Day to all of you courageous, gorgeous, intelligent females out there - I've said it before and I'll say it again...all women are Mothers and for those of you who do not believe this to be true you've got some learning to do....your life is limitless as a human being.

I chose Ms. Marina Ambramovic to represent this day and I chose this particular video as her background has much to do with the way her performances are dealt with here although she actually has no intention of making her work resonate with one meaning only....I think that most human beings stop on the visual layer, if a woman has a child then she is considered a Mother but this isn't true for me as I've 'mothered' many things, beings, lives etc...including my own.

So here's to another breath of life and to the living it - the celebration of living 'it'....'it' being this life and each breath.

Today, bless your Mother and you as yourself and take some time to count the blessings all your "Mothers" bestowed upon you, your life and your breath. Count the Blessings our Holy Mother/Creatrix bestows each day....Bless your creations & your inspirations and Life. Own it NOW. NOW is all we have. 

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

FIsh & Candy

It's there inside of you
It's here inside of me, too.
Do you know where you're going to?
Do you like that things in life are showing you?
Why did you come here?
Is that really a ?
It's a rite of passage
You know what to do
It was born into you
You were born into this
All our songs - holy fragrant flowers
I will wait for you
never losing my way
The way to the sun
The way to the moon

Here's my stop
My back, yes still  full of flowers
I know they grow silent in the room of eyes hours
As you roam, search and still you mend your wound
Drenched from the rain
Your thirsty soul stretches out in your temple of doom
And here stands the phantom my ghost - mother rose
Rising like a honey comb our breathe will soon close

Like the mere dust that beckons you to swallow me whole
The things you should never believe, the things you are told
With your heart that has been padlocked
Your brain at war with those locks so deceived

Filled with moon light
Try hard to deceive yourself dry
I'm pregnant with words and so are your cries
I collect glances from men
Validation approval
You never arrived
the lesson is futile

A sort of energetic force that isn't true
The fountain spills over and it's time to sell wedding rings
Corner pieces in the jigsaw puzzle of life things that were once in the dream
Forty years
Forty Days
Forty nights
In the desert
The floods that never stopped

And now with those pieces in place so silken rare
You think form my photographs you smell honey comb in my hair
Like self-love, for instance humbled
I am free from this belief that you cannot see
the old beliefs that locked me and made me stumble often
Into all unworkable relationships  your ship wreck is often

With all who knocked upon my souls door be the test
With intent to own instead of to share so I have no regrets
So I have no regrets
It all led me to here
And here is pretty damn good
And it's time for those the have forgotten to see
Gold, platnium, diamond, sapphire , opals with longing to be
She, she named it and so she has told ....Sappho the poet the one who knows

The ring, this one as its no longer been forgotten
The one that is now almost long and forgotten
The one that a bright halogen light shines upon
It's been polished and cleaned
And so as I do yes, so as I do
I'm still ready for you

Where we touch is unseen
All manners of the chrysalis signals
It is if you are already inside of me
And we will radiate the phoenix
when our flesh comes to be
You and I
Heaven sent in a song to stand by each others side
Confessing it all
Awakening thirst
I swore I met you before
And the sun of hours is here now at our door
Drink hyacinth with me, my love you know
The sun of flowering on our opal shore stone

For we are so simple and yet complex inbetween
We are so more than before
Don't fight what is seen
Authentic power
Soul knowledge is ours
That that is coming up the stairs against the miles

Released you will never be alone in the great find
This great find of self and once realized
Scanning the horizon
You are the heaven that was sent direct to me
The one that was sent when I could not see
This I know is true just as
The river runs south
I will meet you there
With fish...fish and candy, deep enough to swim
Back to me again just like a kiss on your mouth
Just like candy...You are through fishing...
as she is I that desires you

Words © Wendy Rose Watson

Monday, May 6, 2013

The Flower Inside of Me Refuses to Rest

I'm back gonna do, gonna give it my best and the flower inside me refuses to rest. So the seat of my soul can weave this new chapter to a higher awareness as being the flower. That being that was trapped within, a temporary movement or stillness and seeing the seed has been watered into this growth called given. Called being. There are new things to begin right here and right now. I for one can say that all awareness entered my unaware personality through crises as some sort of unspoken vow. I was not attached to and was apart from this thing and I call clear soul energy into my being. I had become seduced into the physical matterness of life -- that's not truly a part of me as that is not living. Then my flow was cut off by some broken measure knowing now this is who I the person was summoned to treasure. So I was cut off from source, the source of wisdom and guidence, cut off in many ways from the voice full of measure. Now to draw upon guide knowing I am destined to be, guided by light that shines from the key. The key that I searched for the one that was hidden, I found in myself finally able to listen. So if you are unaware of what dreams may come time to call the divine in yourself as the sum. That fire of love, it comes and it shines so trust in your vision and listen to the divine.  The keys to the kingdom they always arrive if your soul and your being can embrace the the strange blue note which is such a beautiful life. #AWAKE in THE seat Of the SOUL 

Words © Wendy Rose Watson