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The trumpeting herald
I drew my face of happiness upon my colored mask
I hobbled down two decades of steps that led into my past
I touched the ground at mother’s knee with my wings reborn
Straight from devil’s flaming pit stabbed forward by his horns
But I arrived with soul intact despite the battle fought
For I was embraced in cherished state, learning as I taught
With patient hands on comforting arms, I heralded the news
There are always both sides of the story that always comes in twos.
The fading mask falls to the floor in porcelain jags and breaks
To see my own reflected back challenging age old fates
Have I truly conquered the demons that once hunted me down?
Have I earned my place once again in this familiar alien town?
What will be the price I’ll pay for rebuilding from my past?
Will it be worth rejecting anything that ain’t kick-ass?
I know who I am now but I’m curious to see
if the world to where I physically birthed, is ready to meet the real me.
Stardust and Oceans
I held your hand while stroking your cheek
Whispering to you the depth of my hearts belief
You stared blank at the ceiling but I knew you still there
When the winds stirred the curtains to brush at my hair
With rattled breath you returned to the ocean
Waving goodbye with the power of rawest emotion
Your sweet and gentle passing has erased your pain
But in doing so has increased mine, bring on the rains
Silent your breast, cooling of skin, I sat next to you so very alone.
It was a sacred privilege, an honor, to walk your stardust spirit home.
All The Bumpy Bits in hardcopy
All The Bumpy Bits
A collection of articles, poetry, art, and essays
Authored by Mare Martell
Edition: 1
A complete (through 2014) compilation of articles, poems, essays, and art by Mare Martell. Racism, Feminism, Love, Love thy neighbor, honor, truth, lies, and other miscellanea cascade a life learning curve of one woman author.
A self professed lover of life and happiness, this book drives through some dark corners with the high beams of activism running full bore through sexual assault, domestic violence, love, loss, and personal growth.
List Price is $45.00
- Publication Date:
- Apr 05 2015
- ISBN/EAN13:
- 1511609818 / 9781511609814
- Page Count:
- 458
- Binding Type:
- US Trade Paper
- Trim Size:
- 6″ x 9″
- Language:
- English
- Color:
- Full Color
- Related Categories:
- Literary Collections / General
Set the clock to zero
Set the clock to zero, forget everything you know
Remember nothing, even your name forgo
Do not look back or check your phone
Leave all gadgets at your home
Wear sturdy shoes and soft socks or boots
Pack a jug of water, nuts and dried fruits
Close up your house, cover mirrors, and lock the doors
Throw your keys away, there’s a world to explore.
No air conditioning to make your lungs thick
No constant hum of electricity keeping live the sick
Disconnect from society to find your humanity
Remember natural laws like seek shelter, find gravity
Feel the blades that you walk on give way to the leaves
Heed the chuckle of streams, find the wisdom of trees
Catch the warmth of the sun, the chill of the night
Greet the symphony with no conductor in sight
Feel the life that is living, not taken for granted
Step the rocks, conquer hills, and climb up the branches
Until you’re told by the clouds, wander near or traverse far,
But do not presume that you know who you are.
Your understanding of how the world works
Has been made up of lies, explained by idiots and jerks.
They know nothing, but you soon will
If you learn to listen to the earth’s active still.
Be gentle
Be gentle with me for I am but a fragile human
whose eyes may not see
the expression of your sexuality
as a sign of unsuppressed individuality
because I may be jaded or blinded by misogyny.
Be gentle with me for I am but a fragile human
whom is terrified to be
the open-hearted embracing destiny
to stake my claim on my personal history
as one not bound by mainstream society.
Be gentle with me for I am but a fragile human
whom is unafraid to be
every breadth and depth of clarity
a shining hope against disparity
standing human by human in equanimity.
Be gentle with me for I have stepped outside of me
the one they knew can no longer be
because who I am, I was born to be
I can no longer hide, I am finally free!
Be gentle with one another
treat neighbors like sisters and brothers
for as difficult as it seems
we all long to meet our dreams
so we fight the hard fight
sometimes not recognizing the hopeful light.
Be gentle of heart
but wild with your grace
May hate never play a part
in your peace or your faith
Be rich, my friend, with philanthropy
Be gentle, so very gentle, with this fragile human;
me.
NaPoWriMo: This Poem Has a Mission
I started out strong with a gleam in my eye
Thirty days? Hell yeah, let’s go do or die!
I put pen to paper pushing letters to sort
I looked around crazy, I giggled to snort
Then I found something I didn’t live any more
How can I write about circling vultures of negative lore?
I don’t think that way I tell you for shore (heh)
I’m afraid to look back that it might find me once more.
Then I had to prepare for a day long performance
It was a test of my will, of strength, and endurance
But I fell down with bruised bloodied knees
Magaly Guerrero forgave and reassured me
I set out with a gleam in my eye
Thirty days, Hell yeah! Let me give it a try.
These Are My People: Theresa Wiseman
There is a legend from the ancient fires
That when a body dies, the soul does not expire
But it continues through the ages, grace upon graces
Changing its location, wearing different faces
When two souls their paths abide
Return to gather in eras of needed tribes
The powers that be return them there
So they may uplift, gather in prayer
That they may break bread and commune together
Hold the umbrellas through storms and sunny weather
And sometimes it’s seen as a gracious boon
That one knows the other never too soon
They see the smile, the movement in grace
They feel the love returning from their own face
The one from where the legend of ancient fires sprung
And they know that the cycle has once again begun.
Pssst! I wanna show you something
Yesterday I worked hard on rearranging, moving, stuffing, cutting, thinking, and mostly trying to figure out my vision. At the end of several hours, I’m well on my way to getting things where I’d like them to be. With less than two months to go to modify, I want to make sure that I’ve done my homework, have it just so. 2014 has been a monumental year for me. I’ve collected my works, some previously unreleased work, and art from myself, friends, and some not-yet-met friends.
This doesn’t include the art or the graphics, just what I’ve created this year with a few surprises to myself. I’m so excited, I wanted to share this with you.