I CALL ON GOD’S tribes to help integrate these sides,
easily and gently, LET PEACE WITHIN RESIDE.

Creations Child
Prepare your self for the ultimate flight on the tale of a dragon
Fly through the dungeon into the light…
Know thee oh child of thy heritage; know ye are truly the Spirit of Light…
Sun of the great Sun…gain ye thy wisdom, truly aware ye are one with the Stars,
Truly aware of thy kinship with Light. Ancient secrets seeded…
A leap of crimson rust…in light that cast shadows of distant memories…
Breathe…I trust!

Ages hence…past…pretense…Creation’s child awakened to unveil her wings, innocent soul, pliable. Born in cold, pale plastic, shocked to the core, mothers womb no more. Faces stoned and cold not a conjured friend foretold…
In the present distant past, the headsman made it last, stalking his whipping post he invited the unholy ghost.
The Angel’s wings couldn’t grow, he clipped the sacrificial lass.

The fornicator was her headsman. She shall not want. He leadeth her to infliction, flagellation, and crucifixion.

The colors turned to black and she lost all contact…
She thought…know ye oh child of thy mind… thy chains ye feel are only thoughts, terrors of darkness that ye were taught.

Ye darkness Oh ye have taught me deep in the bitter moments…tasting the Christed Masters salty tears…
Pain in her belly…swirling Sun…dark in his burn…
Still…she kept the fire in…

Blue was the color that accompanied black on her body that was beaten for her sins forth and back.

Not a wonder she's a quiet girl, "cat got your tongue?" they’d say to her in school, "don't bring her around our group, she's not cool!"

She wore her clothes in layers to avoid the many stares, "what an interesting fashion", the girls her age would say. Her style showed such passion and she preferred it more that way. But the secrets went on hidden, her body feeling smitten under clothes of baggy layers, and avoiding any glares. It's amazing all the fear that can come from those who are so dear, all the bruises they can cause…
…………………We'll just hide them…under gauze………………….
The girl in many layers tried so hard to hide the tears, but the inside was ignored, all the pain she only stored…No layers thick or thin could hold that torment from within.
Still the fire she kept in…
Began to Melt the stones revealing her bones, broken and burned…through her child she learned…
to reclaim her soul...all lost parts of self…She called to return.

Yet she…didn't want to be, but to die is to cower before the hour of resurrection and scorn her connection to the perfection she would sever, Question…is that so cleaver?

So she began talking to shadows of the past. Every time the sun went down, you could feel the darkness cast. Feelings tainted, her senses painted all night like a nightmare ticking.

Go ask Alice milking the nursing breast, she can tell you everything, all the secrets of the night, the cry of the horny cat in the haunting moans of the midnight hours. There was a mystic in the air, hot and smoldering, haunting her with howls and silent murmurs, saying nothing, saying everything, hanging in the silence, waiting for the kill.

She was an amnesiac when she heard the parasitic maniac. "Who am I, what have I become, how can I get out of this unbearable numb?" Lost in the past, she knew NOT, it is now, she tried to escape, she had the "know how". Just block it out, make it go black, how did it work? She was an insomniac! Never lay her head to rest, stay awake, medicate, fight herself possessed.
And the train took off every night from the down town station.

In the ancient hour of despair, not asleep, nor a dream in the waking. Yet… We’re all dreamers one way or another, some go on to dream and others follow their brother.

The child went on to scream a scene obscene. No one listened to her cries; they only listened to his lies.

In the heated perversion of truth, in a time she could not remember her youth. It was blood, crimson red on the altar of the dead. Green eyes spread, the hunger was never fed.

Pain internalized, sunk into an unremembered relic, her senses hypnotized colors psychedelic. First, she felt him near her breathing down her neck, and she ran… then she felt him near her sleeping in her dreams and she ran…She thought he had, yes driven her mad and she ran...and she ran and she ran…

When it was done and the hours past, the fear was gone, she’s free at last… at least until the next forecast.

She’s a gypsy you see, in a world she could not feel free. Had a rage, a giant rage you cannot keep a gypsy in a cage! A rage burning deep, need to find ways to somehow sleep… or roam to find her heavens home.
She’d love to dance given the freedom... given the chance.

Everyone's a dreamer, some are supremers and some are kickers and screamers howling at the moon begging for mercy... could we get it over soon?

What if she left and never came back, who would look after and cover her slack?***

Her spirit is strong; it strives to survive all that was taught her, all of the lies.

... a tear she cried, a question, a try…Pausing here and there,,, Could there be circles not all squares, somewhere found in the roots of the stairs?

Counting her ten toes one day, she wondered how she came out okay. Everyone has ten toes, so she must be okay, right?

Like the roots of a tree, a tree made of Rue. There is no getting over…the only way is through.

The water bird stood guard as the child’s Prayers unleashed the chains of the darkness taught.

It's been mighty dark in the closet of her mind; she just needed some reaction, some interaction, some hippie-action, some kind of close, that kind of soul action we never choose to leave.

Or do we? !!!…

She does her best through intention to become the will to live,
to open heart and be the truth, to share God’s gifts…to give..

The child’s Prayers unleashed the chains... released the tears, coeased the pain.

Creation’s Child awakens from a dream within a dream…What was once creased tight in the seams of illusions…now loosens to Light the shackles of confusion…
Right here…right now…

Innocent’s is found in the song of the whales and dolphins dance, breaching their one-love vibrations and greeting salutations. The rainbow serpent transmutes the poisons…the Shaman’s in a trance.

Vessels filled the Tall Ones bring… healing thy wounds, growing thy wings… On the back of the dragon she flies through the doors of perception, breaking through all deception…

In her dreams… she’s found her Freedom lucid in the Sun…
reflected in the Moon and in the Stars. Earths flowers Blooming even in the dark, the sound of the drum… restarts her heart… … bridging the Rainbow’s Arc.

Golden Angels…translucent like clouds dancing in the freedom Sun reflecting rainbow rays…they’ve stood nearby and waited for thy call…now they have come...they are tall.

She will live forever an Angel shining bright, Dancing and chanting with the stars ever bright.
She is the Fire…violet Flame,
A Faerie Blessing Phallus…A Magic star, no shame.

Love Creation’s child remembers…
what was once lost…. the pieces now found.
I too have faith in light and the Moon I choose is round.

To the story of the past, I say,
Ye darkness Oh ye have taught me in the bitter moments,
to resist thee not and send thee to heavens light…
I thank thee and I release thee now.

copyrighted: by Cher Lyn, March 2001.

Copyright 2008

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