Globe Goat

We are not the voice that many want to sing out.  We are loud in our delivery and sound in our straight and arrow find or not, chew it and never spit it out.

Mothers be.  Mothers be of foster grow-loose-seek-and-be.  But more important is the feeling that life is the "yes"where we see and deal.  Deal with the "poop shoe incident,"  and the "i'm not hungry," and the "i'm of citizen and cool."

We are guiders of what we see as right.

Right is the first bloom of waiting for life's eternal boom.

We are not of anything more than what is of corners and bound.

Bound be swift bound be solid for the earth's candle we lick.  Lick for purpose, lick for community small.  Lick for one and definitely all.  We are the voice that is nibble and true, we are of our children so soft and warm blooded few.

What we cud chewing mamas have been yearning for is pure kindness and might, even when it provokes a sense of yellow-eyed fright.  

Glory be done.  Glory be of sight and seen and plenty.  This is the guide that is centered and self-true: be of what make and be of what make you.

Permission

Permission to be that parent we yearn to create...
Quiet, calm, accept all.

Yet there are Human Times stronger than "yes" that call to our children:
Please give space so I may make self grounded and not make an earth mess!

Seek the comforts of feeling your you.  You are never alone, even when those sleepless nights creep stronger virus like.

No matter the age of your children live or not, community is key.  For we forge to new oceans broad yet limited on what we individuals can see.

We are parents of live most, some not.  And that is a gift for whatever you choose to knot.

The gift is giving.  What we can in silly anecdotes, eye welled contact or just a gentle lend of how our grandma did her dare.  It is all there.  Solid and fair.

We are parents.
Permission to be humbled by the new.
Offering gratitude to our amazingly serious. sassy, spirited few.

Dear Ms SistaMama Badu

You guide
You have felt that ice cube freeze form.  When hurt hurts too but bad.  Too but bad.

I have felt your voice since first heard Billy Holiday channel battle boo.

I am Mama too of Three.

Two Red-Headed craze/run/crawl/fall/be what of Tall Man cool.

One Red Spirit Surround Us All.
She our Nora Born
too soon for our tender hearts
born of what a story should be told.

Ours is what?
What?
Something that feels different than what our friends live.
Different.  But.  Not Different.  NOT Different because grief is grief, no matter what we loose.  Loose is Loose.  Loose is Loose.  Loss is Loss.  Loss is Loss.

But Nora Teach us of blood life, spirit choose life.

I native/prairie roots in a voice not yet understood.

I feel you sista.
I feel you good.
My vibration of life force seems equal in the mirrored hood.

Write me.

I am here.
Constant and legit, I am no fuss or make
Just sista soul touch.

I am just, just.  That Mama we Make.

Ms Lily Lioness

Hear our Sista/Mama Guide

E. Badu.

She is that voice you hear at night mixed with those spirit babes.

Real Sista.

Come visit me.  Come visit me This spring when our tears blend with the night Ellisport air.
Shed, write, sing,
will Guide.  Will guide.  Will Guide.

Sista do.
Sista do.
Sista do in grief grow, we hold responsibility of those tears not yet understood.

We do.
She Do.
We Do.
WE DO, YOU KNOW--YOU KNOW soul aching know.

Stride

Do I walk silent or do I run loud?
Do I feel the pull of human make long and sound?

The inner answers are arduous and swift, listening with patience only makes the senses motion sick.

But we do--
We listen and somehow learn to grow for that pain understanding that manifests to strides we do not yet know.

Sing it Lady...
Hard and Fast.

Sing it Gentle-Man...
For your parents to feel life's pass.

We are our stories.
We are the stride of make-break-it-all.

Be that Eddy Vedder singing truth on an acoustic guitar,
reaching that Soft Soul who needs a power diaphragm channeler
Sacred and make howler.

We all sing it.
We all stride it.
We all be not afraid of the loud fear vibration of nightly news.

We digest our daily dose of whats, wheres, how, why
And then...
Heel-to-Toe the message of understand and try.

Try to be that embrace of learning where not to go
but
how to be.

This is our human labyrinth to seek what is unknown and...
Oh
So
Beautifully fly without stride.

Bad Ass Mama Mew

Mama Mew purr for us all.

Say your Mama name proud and balls-to-the-wall.

You cradle Self so feline demure but under the velvety cloak coat, you bring it For Sure

Loud and sometimes for
Fear.

Mama Mew how daringly soothe you sing.
To ease your babes til their rest remains.

But don't be quick in thinking She is done
with her
Blood Boil quest making the world play a note that can make us undone.

With glory, with pride stand for the tide and current know
we
all
bling bling the glitter of self soothe gleam.

She is Bad Ass Mama Mew broad casting message of uterine pulse vibrating message for
Her
You
I
Think.

Lonely

I feel insecure.

I know there are things that are meant to transpire yet where do I feel connected?  Where do I feel complete?  Is it a baby?  Is it that some something that strangers' symbol offer or is it that nothing nothing that feels like something but ends up,

nothing?

The nothing is something.  Dr. Seuss was right of rhythms.  The world is polar and synergy.  We who live, are full to the rim with sayings and praying for the answers that come consistently infrequently.

Lonely is this infrequency.  The energy is not put forth and in the end not received.
Where are all the bees man?  Where are all the bees?

NO pollination is happening and the cold is so cold.  Where are all the bees?  Sleeping and being dormant for the storm of earth lecture basin to yell what she feels is not being heard.

Be us of sound direction round.  And find that gravity weight for something magically great learning what we collectively need to do to create that something something mate.

There are no sapphire answers but the quest to find is magnificent in all minds.  Living is, living is...

Lonely or not.