What a Load.

The more I observe my conclusions and ask, “Do I really know this to be true?”, the more free I feel to be me. It’s that simple. The answer is hardly ever affirmative, yet very liberating. I feel that needing to know has much to do with control, and when let go, poof, like magic I feel relieved.

My path led me here and for that I am grateful for all experience. Heart break is one force that brought me to you right now. Recently I realized anger still lingered in me, as it had for some time. Shame, betrayal, abandonment; these are all subtle forms of anger. Feeling unworthy of love, worried to feel vulnerable, afraid to let go of the past; these are examples of inward anger. By being aware of my patterns I’ve been able to connect with the love that was always inside. Yes, to be loved by another can be and feel remarkable, but not another can do the loving for you.

There are many shapes of heart ache, just as there are as many of love. Our world, this globe of Earth we call home with its many life forms clinging to it are all undergoing one form or another. Our hearts are big enough to love and break time and time again, it is ultimately what you carry through, be it light or heavy. But, do I really know this to be true? Nope, can’t say that I do.

Dreamboat.

A Paddle-steamer in the Storm by JMW Turner circa 1841 Public Domain

Dreamboat.

Where do you go when I close my eyes? Take a breath between the sounds of far off cries. Shall I fall apart from head to heart? Kundalini’s poignant slither pulling roots from top hats. Who’s side of the Mississippi River? Salutations my dear, have you seen love hanging around here? Last seen between anger and sorrow. Gems of blues leaving for tomorrow. Don’t take that sparkle too far. Let me be your loadstar. Like a gleam, present holds all you can dream. I’ll make room from port to bow, oh what I allowed allowed allowed. Aloud with voices, turned on choices all the while inflammatory thinking ships into a crawl sinking bliss worse of all. Take me dreamboat, nave of here & now, sailing liquid time. Surrendering waves, oh what a paradigm.

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Winds of Fate

Cures can only symptomatically alleviate

Instead I desire full frontal healing state

Aligned with one

Powered by this & every sun

Fully lit

Bit by bit

One hundred million

Illuminate each slip

Get a grip

Subatomic in training

Entanglements gaining

Positive keys

Negative seize

Both sinister & light

Balancing membranes by belief just might

Relief in suffering

To cope is like stuttering

Stopping to start

We are but solar farts

Wholes to make

Winds of fate

 

 

Why Poetry?

Why not? Sitting here pondering that question, I can’t think of a single reason not to be poetic. Of course both literally and metaphorically. Sure, literal poetry may not “be your thing” or maybe claim, “I just don’t get it.”

I began with picture stories, jokes, and greeting cards as soon as I learned to write. I enjoyed sharing them most of all. I understood a person’s creative gesture could create connection, but also learned at times feel more like alienation, this is especially true if that creative energy’s motive becomes co-dependent on other’s feelings and reactions as opposed to one’s own inner connection. But enough about my inner child’s first existential crisis.

Writing does something for me that nothing else does, it reminds me of who I am.

Does it occasionally bother me that I get loads of “likes” on facebook if I post a picture of my two cats and not a single click when I post a new poem, of course! But then I am given an opportunity to re-evaluate why I write and publish. I do it for me, but along the way if my strings of choreographed words inspire something for somebody else, well then, that’s why poetry.

Detaching.

I’m not sorry if you think what I’m saying ain’t true

Luck must be, passed these lips

Hand over fist

Upon shoulders, compact disks

Reality objectified

Shameless fits of leather & lace

Formatting time to suit

Tailor made bargains

What’s apparent, stokes equation hides

Well fed apologies

Digging holes to jump through

All it took was one rabbit to undue

Lasso or noose

Detaching greens & blues

I’m not sorry if you think what I’m saying ain’t true

Forming the sky

Hooking loops

Red handed let loose

Earmarked profits howl too

Space emergence now

Recommending, who are you?

Known to suffer

Perhaps stage a coup

I’m not sorry if you think what I’m saying ain’t true

Your world and mine

Remembering all depends on the view

Emptying alters and formulating clue

Quote Me.

“Dude stop enlightening me I just want to eat ice cream and blame ppl!!! Idk Julie this one rings true like if Rumi went to MIT and was reborn a women.” – Jon Lafortune, Behavior Therapist.

Care to lend me your words? I’d love to hear your comment and connect with mine. If you have a moment and care to share with me a quote from you about me please do email me Julieahvoice@gmail.com

Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love.

Serial Muse Chronicles Part I: The Unifying Theory of She
Book & E-Book out Spring 2017.

To help others navigate this man made world. That is a passion I hold. Mankind has existed they say with carbon dating about 1.8 million years. I Googled “Age of Human” and it says the modern form of human evolved
about 200,000 years ago. 4.6 billion years ago our home planet of Earth was born, third rock from our G2V star that bestows life to everything on it. The delicate dance of the cosmos, where do we cut in? Our heavy matter
compounded over time. My brother once said I at times sound like a crazy person on the internet. I am grateful someone’s listening. Thank you for reading. I can only imagine the world of pain and confusion the family of a young woman who didn’t know who she was when she waltzed out into it, married and pregnant, homeowner to foreclosure and soon divorced with child in tow. I can only imagine, because those are all stories, not real though maybe true. We live a multidimensional life. Where you chose to thrive or die is ultimately up to you. Over time and what you hold to it, how it is impressed upon and how essence defines your time. All that is really, life is what you make it. Create, do, sing, dance, love, hate, laugh, destroy, communicate, make, follow, live, lead; all are verbs we can all choose. What’s it to you?

   Right and wrong, good and bad. Totally subjective, they are neither what we are nor what it is to be. Facts followed by verbs are a great way to move. In what direction and progress for whom? Whichever way, moving is where we are always headed. From head to heart, whatever, may your core find its start. Less Religulous and perhaps be on to loving thy neighbor. I’ll keep on keeping on chasing some blind form of unity, for it is only when this Human Age unites will we all truly be free.
Love,
Julie Voice, Serial Muse

This is now.

#hootnannie
http://www.hootnannieart.com/
 

  I found comfort in the fact that, none of this is new. Maybe to me, maybe to you, but I assure us all, this ain’t nothing new. On the verge of publishing my first book I realize I’ve published loads now online, but something about creating some physical proof seems to tip a scale for people in some minds. Creating one more thing to sit on your book shelf to be occasionally grasped and touched. I am absolutely in love with this collaboration for my first published book. Annie Hong’s images are to be occasionally pet and stroked. They pair magnificently with my poetry if I do say to myself. “Serial Muse Chronicles: Part I The Unifying Theory of She” happens to be a nice joint project I baked up awhile back and when I decided to finally light the fucker I called on Annie Hong to get the job done, and it was a wonderful experience. I learned a ton and enjoyed the journey and outcome. The book will be available to buy this Spring 2017.
Check out Annie’s work on instagram @anniehonglikes  #hootnannie 

 I look forward to working with more female artists I know and admire on this upcoming series. Keep up to date with all things Serial Muse on facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SerialMuse/ and or twitter: https://twitter.com/SerialMuse

I will be performing “The Unifying Theory of She” in S.F. Wednesday February 22, 2017 at Sacred Grounds Café. Poetry readings 7pm-9:50pm. 

A Synthesis of Healing.

   
  I had boldly declared, “I do so love a challenge.” Oh those self fulfilling prophecies. When one says “lymph node” people tend to hear “lymphoma”. The Lymphatic System is present in all mammals. It is not something you hear much about in Western Medicine until is it clogged with dis-ease and may take a journey into cancer.
  I had suffered from lymph issues since as far back as I can remember. Another story from another time. We all have our strengths and weaknesses. Lymph challenges wear down the immune system and effect the whole body. I came across LaShanda Green’s blog, Higher Purpose Healing, a couple years ago while researching the Lymphatic System. She states in the blog post linked above; “Your lymphatic system is where 90% of all disease processes begin.  When this highway system is congested and cannot eliminate well, it backs up the whole “sewer system” of the body, causing  a lack of improper elimination of cellular/metabolic wastes (acids), as well as toxic chemicals and metals that have been ingested.  These toxins must be eliminated or cellular death will occur.” 
I highly recommend checking LaShanda’s healing and wellness blog and services.
   I’ve been healing from the inside out for a couple years now. People who’ve known me awhile have seen the difference as I feel and live it. Utilizing the fascinating Nutrition Response Technique I found myself in  Ukiah Nutrition & Wellness Center a year ago almost to the day. Sarah has helped me refine the right foods for my body and add in supplements and nutrition for specific organs and glands that could perform their functions better with a little more love, acknowledgment and support. Each layer of mind, body, and spirit are effected in their own sensual way of healing.  Getting to the root to seek, cure, and mend don’t just come from head and heart, but sooth it’s graceful healing process all throughout and all around when found that hidden power within. To heal through self love and self care with the help from knowledge brought forth through wisdom and awareness than it is health, joy, and understanding we see is always ours to give and receive.