My Poetry - The Mourning Dove

The Mourning Dove perched on my tree

Bringing its mourning calls to thee

And I reply "How are you today, mom?

Are you enjoying the midday sun?"

The morning brings peace and love

The mourning brings the spirits from above

The morning brings a smile to my face

As the mourning calls out with elegance and grace

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

Heard a mourning dove as I was outside this morning and had to write this down.

My Poetry - Whippoorwills and Orange Blossoms

Oh to go back in time and be sitting on the patio,

Listening to the whippoorwills chirping just after sunset,

Smelling the orange blossoms on the wind,

Not realizing that those moments would be so special to me once you were gone.

That now, as I sit and listen to the crickets chirping,

Awaiting the first days of spring when the whippoorwill's return,

Anxious to hear that glorious sound again,

Just so I can smile in memory once more.

I wish I could go back in time,

Carrying with me the knowledge that I have today,

So that I would know to make the most of those memories,

And treasure you more before you're gone.

Now the sounds of cars have replaced the peace and quiet,

Homes have replaced the orange groves,

The neighborhood I've grown up in is not the same,

And the whippoorwills aren't as numerous as before

But I have those lovely memories,

Of you in your rocking chair,

The creak of the wood as you rocked and we talked,

About the days gone past and how they're used to be more whippoorwills before

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

Just a special moment between me and my mom.

My Poetry - Remember, Remember the Phoenix Will Rise

Knowing what I know today,

I would have yelled at you with rage.

I would have told you "Stop it this instant!"

But I guess that it was meant to happen.

Because your words led me on this path,

A string of fate drawn out like a map.

Your words harmed me to my inner core,

And out of that trauma, a Phoenix roared.

It's all because of the pain that you've caused,

That I was able to grow and to morph

Into the person I had to become.

Into the person that you now shun.

And that makes me happy as can be,

To know that deep down, you don't like me.

I must be doing something right,

To see the evil in you put up such a fight.

We all have a Yang opposing our Yin,

But your Yang hurts people deep within.

It takes them to a different place,

Hell isn't real, except in this place.

Remember, remember the hell that you've caused,

Because when they rise from the ashes, they are not lost.

In the end you will reap what you sow,

Karma has a way of letting you know.

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

Dealing with christian hypocrisy.

My Poetry - The Ocean Soul

My tears fill the ocean of my soul

The hope that once was there, sunken down to Sheol.

You let me down and I ne'er recovered.

Nor did I want to.

I had to find another way.

A way unlike any other day.

And the day that I was finally able to say,

"I'm finally free to be me"

And in that freedom comes growth.

In that time the seeds were sown,

I was finally able to come into my own,

To believe in a love that I've never known,

To see you, how you see me.

The seed sprouted and burrowed in the ground,

Past the dirt and past the stone,

Spreading like wildfire when it hit the ocean

Until the roots sprung me from the nether.

And in that growth came acceptance.

Then I flew, like a falcon, from Duat,

And in Osiris' embrace, I wept

In this pathway to the stars, I leapt

As Isis embraced me, like a mother.

Never having felt this love before

Silence from the Gods, no more,

My heart has truly been restored,

My soul is truly an ocean.

© Spiritual Animystical

My Poetry - The Technicolor Coat

I saw the look that you gave me

And I know that you don't approve.

But do you have to be so blatantly obvious,

Or are you just looking for an excuse?

I don't understand the hate for me,

Or why you so despise.

If you truly had love in your heart,

You'd look at me without judgmental eyes.

What did I ever do to you,

To make you hate me so?

Is this some type of vengeance?

Why do you feel the need to go low?

I've never judged you for believing,

I've just questioned some of your motives.

Using scripture to hurt people,

Is not something that I can go with.

My coat of many colors,

Is something that brings me happiness.

Just for once, can you be pleasant,

And get over your own prejudices?

But I will wrap myself up

In the safety of this technicolor dream.

I'm not going to care what you think,

Because this is my life to seam.

© Spiritual Animystical

My Poetry - Yesterday

Forgiveness is something that I’ve always struggled with.

Because no matter what I say or do, I can’t forget.

I can’t forget the pain, because unlike a broken bone, the wounds from a scarring word won’t heal.

They never heal.

Always there.

An ever-constant reminder of the trauma that ensued.

The memories of the bullies as they tormented me in school.

Or the fact that my family hurt me more than any stranger ever could.

It wasn’t a bittersweet symphony, it was just bitter.

The taste of blood in my mouth is ever so present.

Repeatedly punched in the heart,

How are you supposed to forgive that?

Decades after the harm was done, it still feels like yesterday.

I remember that song in grade school as we sang it in chorus.

I never understood what it was about, I just knew my teacher loved it.

“Yesterday. All my troubles seemed so far away

Now it looks as though they're here to stay

Oh, I believe in yesterday.”

But my troubles are only a thought away.

And like an emotional manifestation brought to life, I double over in pain as I remember the strife.

To forgive is to forget, at least that’s what they say.

But I can’t forget, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t escape.

This is the only way I’ve ever known.

These are the only seeds I’ve ever sown.

No amount of therapy can take away the pain.

And as much as I try to learn forgiveness, it’s a constant stain.

Like the spaghetti I dropped on my nice white shirt,

An ever-constant reminder of how much I’ve been hurt.

How do I stop the flow of red?

How do I forgive when I can’t forget?

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

I took a Zoom Creative Writing Class and the topic was forgiveness. It was just a free-flowing, no deleting, just whatever comes out kind of poem.

My Poetry - Letter to God

Can we just sit a moment? At the place where we used to dwell?

At the side of the well, where you cleansed me?

Sometimes I don’t really know what to say to you?

Are you even there when I speak to you?

Because I can’t hear you, and truly never have.

The words on a page spoken by a preacher have a different meaning than the words you actually said.

If you made me this way, in such a way, then why do your people hate what I have to say?

My deconstruction lit me up like a Christmas Tree yet it took me away from Christianity, and I’m honestly glad for that because I’ve never been this happy.

My belief in you has changed, are you ok with that?

Because I can’t believe in you like that anymore.

The harm your people have done in your name has scarred me more than my bullies ever have.

“Oh but there’s good Christians” they say. But meanwhile you’re light years away. So what the fuck do you have to say?

Again… I hear nothing. But that’s ok. My deconstruction has let me know that this is the way.

I still believe in you. I still love you. Even if I never hear a word that you say.

I’ll just have to hope that you’re ok with who I am.

I’d rather be me than who I’ve been.

And if that’s something that you can’t understand,

Then I guess you’ll just have to deal with me messing up your plan.

Because I am who I am, and I won’t play pretend.

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

I started a creative writing class tonight and this was what I wrote for the 15 minute prompt.

Writing Prompt was a letter to God. Talk to God like a friend or family member that you can be brutally honest with.

My Poetry - Weaponizing God

I've been beaten over the head 

by a book with a cross on the cover

I've been stomped to the ground 

by a man with a white collar

I've been told I'm going to hell 

by more people who call themselves "saints"

Their God may be all about "love",

but we all know that they ain't

Leviticus is a threat

that's constantly spit in our face

Their trolling on social media

is like a NASCAR race

Round and round they go,

patting themselves on the back

Saying "I'll pray for you"

like it's an all out attack

They weaponize their beliefs

and try to force it upon others

But when met with resistance

they recite "Sodom and Gomorrah"

They say the Bible is

"the inerrant word of God"

Yet completely disregard

Jesus saying "love one another"

I'm tired of the bruises

I'm tired of the hate

Never once have I said to you

That you have to be gay

Never once have I told you

that you have to believe like me

"Live and let live"

Is that such a hard concept for you to see?

© Spiritual Animystical

Meaning:

Inspiration for this poem came after I saw a church sign last week that said "prayer is a weapon that should never be concealed" and now I feel like it's the crusades all over again.

My Poetry - Mirror of the Ocean Blue

In the crystal blue water I can see you so clearly

I reach out my hand and I feel your skin

I feel your scales

I feel your breasts

You arch your back as I run my hands down your spine

You let out a giggle as I caress your face

You are a beautiful mermaid but you can't even see it

Your cheeks are flushed with embarrassment

Do you not know how gorgeous you are?

I stared into this mirror of the ocean blue and heard it saying the words back to me

"You are beauty, you are grace, you are everything in spades!"

If you keep saying it, I might start to believe it

I don't feel beautiful and I don't feel graceful

I never felt pretty like everyone else

"Oh but you are! You are a magickal, mystical being of light

And you are beautiful!"

The reflection sang the words to me

Even if I didn't want to believe them

But a spark of a flame ignited in me

And I felt hope surge like the ocean's tide 

My skin became scales

My heart became full

My mind became lighter

And my soul became true

I looked into the mirror in this ocean blue

And I saw myself as I'd never seen before

I AM beautiful. I AM grace. I am everything in SPADES.

And now the rest of the world will see it too!

Mirror of the ocean blue

Always make my heart beat true

Rid my mind of all the doubt

And fill my soul day in and day out

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

I woke up from a dream and wrote this. I believe this was my spirit guides trying to tell me something in my dream.

My Poetry - The Abyss

For I was cast deep into the heart of the sea

The waves were crashing all around me

The sneers on their faces as they called this "love"

They do not act like the one above

The deeper I go, the more the world falls away

Their words; Their anger; They know nothing but hate

But I did not falter as I sunk to the deep

I embraced who I am; a mystical feat

The water around me started to shimmer and shine

Suddenly my life had been redefined

The feet I once had, now a tail had become

The abyss I was in, now enduringly gone

I know I've lived a life full of regrets

But the ocean cleanses and I'm not done yet

By embracing my heart I have now become

My authentic self in a world undone

© Spiritual Animystical

MEANING:

In witchcraft, water is healing. This poem is about me stepping away from christianity and embracing my spirituality and new beliefs. I am become Mermaid, a beautiful being not bound to religiosity!