Heartless heart attacks.

Notice her sword,
Only 1 tool of
Lady justice.
She sees all
Those cold
Heartless
Bastards
Willing
To control,
To restrict,
To take away
Women's rights
& Protections,
Our Freedoms.
Their hearts
Are starved of
Loving flow.
They don't
Even know
Love is
Void
From
All their
Vocabulary,
Intentions.
All their
Actions:
Flowing
None,
Love
Gone.
A heart
Starved is
Unable to
Function,
Beats
Fail.
Heart
Attacks
Are imminent,
And irreversible.
And I know that
My God sees
Targets on
Their
Heads and
Heartless bodies,
And I don't even
Have to pull
The trigger
Myself.
They will
Drop dead,
Smited for
Blasphemous
Controls,
Faster
Than
It took
For them
To write
Words of
Injury.
Injust
Justices
Will die
And I can
Sit back and
Watch balance
Return effortlessly
Because I am
Certain
I am
Not alone.
There are many
Whom have been
Hurt, mistreated,
Abused and abandoned,
And it only takes
One willing
To give up
What little
They fought for,
To end the reign
Of cold-hearted
Bastard dicks.
They rest of
Us, simply
Refuse
To partake
In any dick,
And can use
Their gun laws
Against them
To protect
Ourselves.


       ~Treasa Cailleach

My personal opinions:

1) The feasibility of Trump being reelected is zero, because a dead person can’t be reelected. He is also a cold heartless bastard and cold hearts cease to beat, enabling death.

2) All those that fail to see the lovelessness of restricting freedoms of any kind are likely to experience the same fate soon. Screaming for gun freedoms and denying other freedoms, or screaming save the unborn babies and turning blind eyes to children slaughtered in schools, literally tears a person apart and will end their life more quickly in these times. Everyone in those boats will die quickly, and on that I am relying for continued forward motion. Anything that was considered progress, which they attempt to undo, will be redone in short order. It’d be easier on everyone if they just saw that writing on the wall and gave in.

May you use your anger constructively. May you find comfort in the knowing you can find. May you know that the future is safe and freedoms reign in all regards. May you dig deep and find patience for these times, knowing that we’ll all make it through and everyone will have what they need no matter what. May you understand all works out, there’s always a way when there is a need, and the divine protects those needing protection. Above all may you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti

My First Published Poem: Spirit

This was supposedly published by the Live Poets Society of NJ in September of 2001 under “Of Faith and Inspiration” for their 3rd Anual High School Poetry Contest. (I did complete their process to have it published.) It was under my maiden name Teresa Smith.

Spirit

Golden shrines and beautiful buildings,
Full of candles and wondrous paintings.
Tapestries and extensive writings abound,
But not one deity to be found.
Many religions with much the same,
Continue to insist only theirs should reign.
With many a battle in the endless war,
With confusion not peace I was torn.
Finally I saw what to do,
To ignore them, away I flew.
I found that spirit of mine,
It did not live in a shrine.
It did not live in buildings so grand,
But in the air, and in the sand.
I'm still not quite at peace,
But I've found my path at least.

~Treasa Cailleach aka Teresa Smith

I find it interesting something I wrote in highschool still applies today.

I had another poem published in college, in a similar contest fashion. That was called La Stigmata, but I have yet to find it in any of my records.

May you find your work applicable long term. May you find ways to appreciate yourself. May you know that your self matters. Above all may you know that the divine loves and supports you in all that you do.

Om Shanti

Not MLK’s Dream

I dream
Of escape
Freedom from
All of this
Keep your
Fights
For or
Against
Equality &
Bodily choices
Rights to bear
Arms enabling
Slaughters
Creating
Diseased
Masses
Everyone
Dieing; not
Your Average
Sniffles, coughs
Dirty lab work
Wars waged
Decimated
Innocent
Provides
Bombarded
Daily fear
Speculation
Runs rampant
Solutions
Nary be
Found

I dream
Of resources
Plenty enough
Voluntary
Donors
Now
Unneeded
& Seclusion
To domes in
Woodland
Beauty
True
Healing
From sources
Medicine
Scoffed
With
Bonus
Travels
Abroad &
Far & wide
Beautiful
Sights
Unseen
By mine
Enjoyment
Of catching up
Availability
Of restful
Relaxing
Found
Only
In True
Abundance
Freedom from
Judgementally
Opinionated
Surfing
For
Ways to
Drop words
Without lifting
Fingered hands
In assistance
Believing
Opinions
Matter
More
Than
Caring
Helpfulness
Or resources
In Sharing
Providing
Willing
Labor
Only
With
God's
Flowing
Cash wages
Yes I do
Dream
That
One day
I will just
Pay others
To do all
Currently
I finish
Alone
& That
My choices
Will matter
Seeing that
I'll call
My own
Shots

I dream
Of my own
Freedoms
In all
That
Means
And the
Joy it
Brings


~Treasa Cailleach


Poem waves

Poems
Waves of
Flowing
Words
Ebb
Flow
Rising
Tides of
Emotions
Carried by
Waves of
Energy
I know
Some
By mine
By heart
But some
Undeserved
Never meant
Unintentional
Feelings of
Awareness
Others'
Baggage
Dragging
Me down
Waves crash
Threatening me
Attempting
To Drown
When
My own
Already
Hazardous
Too great
For this
Small
Craft
Unable
To handle
Rogue tidal
Immense
Force
I shall
Give up
Give in
God's
Will
Bound
To kill

~Treasa Cailleach

Unfixable

If I am
Unfixable
Then why
Bother
With
Rescue
If life
Broken be
Why bother
Living
Why save
Me if this
Is all I be
Promises
Greater
Always
Unreached
Unattainable
Unavailable
Elusive
Illusions
To keep me
Reaching
For no
Reason
Why did
God bother
To create
My life
ME?
A waste
Of energy
Of space
Or time
No use
Futility
Walking
Life's
Not
For
Me.

~Treasa Cailleach