I just wanted to make a quick post to say Happy Holidays to everyone. I am so grateful for all of the wonderful support and friendship over the last year. It has been an amazing year. I swear I’ve lived 5 lifetimes in the last 12 months. … Such is the way of the phoenix, I suppose.

For the holidays, I’m just going to share some pieces here that I don’t believe I’ve posted before. Some of them are darker pieces, as I’m bound and determined to love and accept my dark side with the light. I hope in the coming year you will also realize and accept the parts of you lurking in the shadows and allow them to feed your passion’s fire.

I hope you enjoy them Let me know which is your favorite at divinityrose at gmail.com

Spiritually Aroused

“I love them..
The sacred speakers of the God words.
The ones who rip us apart as they weave prophecies and spit fire.
The ones who continue the hunt for holy no matter how mad it makes them.
The ones who ride insanity like the dirty whore she is until they are done with her and send her on her way to tease another poor poet who is hungry with lust for the divine.
They make my breath catch, my heart beat, my loins burn and my eyes roll back in the back of my head in a fit of uhhhh.
yeah, I’m spiritually aroused. ”

Phoenix Forged
“In the fires that burn those who are caught sleeping
I am forged, springing forth stronger and brighter than ever.
The trials that many cry about
Are the rites of passage
That afford me the secret wisdom
I have sought for.
I emerge pure and shining,
Illuminated from within
To light the world around me
As I fly to the west.
Digging in, I grasp the earth with
My still smoking talons
And take her with me for a ride
That leads nowhere and everywhere
In the blink of an eye. ”

My Two moms:
You called her crazy.
She called you a liar.
You cut me with your words and ring,
She killed me with sugar and spice
before abandoning me again.
I hate you both
I love you both
I am you both.

ebb
“Within me beats a primal drum
A sound that’s only felt by some…
Those who are still enough to hear
the music that’s unheard by ear.

I feel an ebb. I feel a flow
I’m fed by what there is to know.
I twitch my pen to watch words fall,
I utter sounds to shatter walls.

My seed within you sprouts new growth
your heart’s desire: a sacred oath.
The earth rumbles when I sigh
Waters rise as I learn to fly.”

Poet or a Prophet?
“Am I a poet or a prophet, or just a pile of misplaced words and magic chords who’ve become unjust lords as they run through the wires once forged by liars who used to scream a lot about hellish fires.

I’ve journeyed far, I’ve journeyed near, running from this thing called fear, swayed by every jaunt and jeer, waiting to be in the clear..reaching for that next mountain top, will it never stop?
I’m waiting for the sky to drop.”

Techno lies
“Technology helps us lie…
Pills mean you don’t have to cry.
Superman can really fly,
and it takes so long to die.
Everyone can spell,
and no one goes through hell.
Push a button if you fell
It’s true, your broken thoughts can sell. ”

That’s it for now, I guess. See you next year Can’t wait to see/hear about your next recreation of yourselves. I know you’re gonna be fabulous…just as soon as you realize you already are…