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.
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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.