Krissy Mosley Ministries

I see the ocean, fall –

in all it’s power.

I see tree roots, singing on their knees.

I see great wings soar.

I have seen wisdom, sculpt its cooling winds.

I have drawn baths for little dirty children.

And then I see -bottled prayers, visions

and tears too.♥

VisionarieKindness©2016

 

 

 

Electrical dreams are manifested,

Breaking down failures,

Sprouting in faith-

We are tiny miracles.

Over troubled winds –

Thriving through and through,

The sky will lift her sagging breast.

Tidbits of love will pour out – they’ll say it’s rain.

Sparks of laughter will cry and peace will come again.

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words by VisionarieKindness©2016

 

 

 

 

We are trying people

Trying to help somebody

Trying to save ourselves

Trying to better our lives

Trying to do it right

Trying to live

Trying not to die too soon

Trying to be kind

Trying to resist

Trying to stand up

Trying to heal

Yes we are a trying people

VisionarieKindness©2016

Longing nights and teary streets

My world does not stop and bends-

on its knees,

My closets are full uncried tears yearning to break

On the axis of things unseen

un-fleeting miracles, re-awaking singing bowls

Suffering and its religion

The fatty calf, rocks of honey

Eternity sleeps with healing in the trees.

VisionarieKindness©2016

 

 

 

 

I am electric

My creative flow – makes up who I am, and who I am becoming

I am art

I am these poetic currants

I am studying me

I am growing my art’s intuition

I am my art’s path- toward my true self

I am loving  all of it- up’s down’s – the ins and outs of art making

Poetry lets me breathe

I am alive

I am much more than words alone

I am this journey to my oceans

I am the lungs to my pen

I am beating, loving and reaching….♥

VisionarieKindness ©2016

 

 

 

In a world like mine

in repair, the stars align

my tears are free

To grieve the hurt, this world used to be

 

This madness is thinner than narrow eyes piercing every joint below the knees. I have said I do. Standing in the aisles of creation.  I open my shadows to follow my imagination’s path. I want more than a warm breeze. I want to be the winding winds. I want my writings to reach the sun.

When I am sad or bewildered and naked with pride. I want to remember my pen and each tree that has given their lives. After all, I said I do; not for show, money, followers or fame.

I am committed way down – deep calling out to deep. I am afraid that I shall hold on. I do grow weary, but I must walk on. My ancestors have made the stones for me to follow.The visions are vivid with emeralds-waters and fresh bread. This is my art, I’m married to the pen and the tree.

VisionarieKindess© 2015

I am grateful for the art of writing. As midnight holds my sorrow. A new day has come to cheer. I am grateful – for my eyes, I can see. For my ears, I can hear. For my heart that does not leave, I am grateful for mothering prayers. To breathe to be still- to laugh until the tears fall. Upon a fleeting midst – living and dying. The same silly dance of gravity.

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When I’m old and can no longer see, frail – growing in wisdom’s gill. Strolling by the tracks of the sea. The waters shall come to carry me on the backs of the masters’ and the fruit my people.

Seeding down a deeper love…

VisionarieKindess2015 (image credit photo Malisha Goggans)

To sing within life’s beating drum

clothed within the broken flower’s of heated clay

within ruptured prayers for freedom

within the sanctuaries of lovers

within the miracles of breathing rain

within the skies – I carry in my pocket

waters – within my soul –

my ocean speaks…

VisionarieKindness2015

(image photo Credit to Malisha Goggans)