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Spoken Word Poet, Writer, Author, Broadcast Journalist, Licensed Mental Health Counselor.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
2014 Buffalo Small Press Book Fair
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
What Is Your Purpose? [with radio interview]
First published:
What is divine intervention? Why are we here? What is your purpose?
Did they arrive at a conclusion? We shall never truly know the answer, all we are able to do is keep searching, keep meeting new people, strive to improve and do our very best to simply be good people.
The one hour interview, basically, a conversation, is below:
Rich has helped me find more direction in my life and to make important business and personal life choices based upon his extremely insightful advice. Most feelings, thoughts and emotions we tend to ignore within us. Most things we already question, yet seek reassurance.
I have had extensive past experiences with psychics, mediums, and various extensions of the holistic healing arts. I am able to say, without any doubt, that Rich is beyond exceptional tapping into his natural abilities. Every single message relayed to him, and through him, from sources many of us have yet to understand, was precisely for and related to me. Rich has become one of my most dear friends and isn’t that what THIS is all about?
Saturday, March 1, 2014
and the sky, she cries thunder
i've been thrown away
again
do you realize i told you
this would happen
you smiled and laughed
said there's no possible way
as you stared at me,
staring at you,
lovingly
and you liked that
and i smiled back
knowing the truth
yet to pass
my chest
full
my heart
pounding
trying not to
cry
i smiled
because you needed me to be strong
and i was a pillar
like now
spitting out bits of blood and bone meal marrow
seeping
from the tips of fingers
that writes words
beautiful
like you
but you threw me away
like some second hand thrift shop used shoes
human
being
with
a
heart
and you are not the first
you are one of many
and it has taken me a long time
to accept this absurd existence
i seem to keep choosing for myself
for it is not your fault
nor mine
but you threw me away
Dear God, there must be some greater good
to the muttering thoughts
that do not belong to me
they tell the truth
i push them away
in denial
that i am
thrown
away
again
i kneel under this dank dark grey winter skyline
hovering upon the Eastern shore
palms raised
lined, in supplication
oh, these hands of mine
writing words such as this
to deaf ears
to blind eyes
to uncaring hearts
to the bleeding mouths of those who suffer
but this is not the first time
nor the last
for i rise
like the sun
and rise
like constellations
and rise
like mountains echoing time
after time
that the sky
is
crying
thunder
again
i rise
because
i am love
i rise
because
i am free
i rise
because i am
different
you see
you once saw
like the others
we are
exactly the same
yet different
you see
you do not
see
we are
the same
yet different
because i
have
risen
© Susan Marie
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