Sunday, May 24, 2015

Blinding Six Senses

First published On Social Justice Poetry

This entire piece was written free-form online by five authors, Bhakti Williams Brown, Susan Marie, Dian Isis, Elissa Feit and Albert Brown in Buffalo, New York: 

Only this sun star heart realm

it's tears bless us over a glittering ageless age

like diamonds buried deep within the windows of the skull

Composite wealth shitting

on aspirations of blessed moonlight's rage

and the body of Nuit blanketing the night sky

Veils slipping over the crust of dusk

screeching in dire sweet death

let us burn paper

that suffocates the voices

of the tired and hungry

Dear SisterMoonChild,

we cannot fail your selfless sweet shelter

before the coming of day

the black sun of Khepera rising,


Let the deathly inhale toxins of past homes

but relieve in the bathing of moon,

while the privileged collect their sins and run,

shedding light on footpads

in silt and dirt

from the Potomac to the Euphrates

fearing beauty's judgements

fearing self,

the mirror, cracked and bleeding

self-loathing monuments

hope and tide from pull

and swing of moon, rise

slip and fade while cascading

over the empty temples gloom

the ebb and flow, in flux,


a conundrum to those still sleeping

a pun to this tired of breathing,

and bleeding

Eternity screams in the hearts of dusk to night

but love to dawn

in the peace of a new sun rising

The promise of a new beginning

- set us on fire -

free, thrushes’ birth

from my belly

into the velvet night


my ancestors cry with me,

my release,

embers of the campfire

calling me home

Money is a sharp knife

stuck deep in the heart

of the world's beautiful visions

innocence falls


in stinking chunks of violated flesh

from the bones of this dead philosophy

blinding six senses,

A most holy paradise exists,

here and now

Loving is a sharp knife

stuck deep in the heart

of the world's beautiful visions

parallel prying

into crates and carts

full of suffering tears

and heat fissions, fissures,

cutting like scissors into realities,

slither away

and let my mind enter and bleed

like yours to heed our stories,

thneed our minds,

peel our kindly vibes

that vibrations find

in prison and slums

hopping over life like bums,

in streets and alleys,

childish 'till 34,

crying bitch 'till many more

Every generation of promising youth

are offered in ritual sacrifice

to the cold fears

of their parent's impenetrable

prisons of complacency,

years of tears and moonlight

cut the slimy existence of the perfect leaders,

but we purr,

hoping for more

than stealers

Like Black Death, the Great Hunger,

every burning of innocent souls,

how many more tears shed in vain,

in life,

in death,


The mighty Phoenix shall rise,


running away with our attention and meaning,

but feel her moonlight princess kneeling

over our crippled body

wingspan picking us off to heaven,

rapturously kinship with her


We can't run, 

so let us fly

She is love, precious Mother

she bats her eyelashes dim and spider-like

watching us as we slumber

off into the moonlight of dusk and sky

Slaves controlling one another in white efficiency

breeding ever new forms of domestication for lazy minds

Freedom is just another logo

sold in their suburban malls

but we all see,

we all pray to someway,

but you can't sway with parking lots or street tar

only the guitars in the solo

of perpetual undead

Let us fly as great blue herons,

upon the lofty wings of owls,

upon backs of eagles scrying thunder,

let us become one

with antiquated raiment

Kill the last green growing tree

and celebrate its commodity,

by eating plastic cake

in uniformity

Defillibrated laments,

don’t bend in our tents

of nighttime

blindness is in fashion,

dollar signs as eyes

minds only know passion

because deep thoughts now a lie

thinking thought is death

to the dead

to the living

to the spirit

Charon awaits,

skeletal teeth, rotted and grinning

blinking not fed up of led and shillings in soul pit,

baron stakes, mental feeds,

spotted and continuing

continuing to open the doors of nighttime rituals

barons orders to steal our princess,

leaking incest,

like sweat

in the sauna of a new day

Take away spots and acne of online needs

the feeds refreshing and beheading our human taint

a night illuminated by the glow of black fire blazing

The night is wise,

she embraces the secrets

of our psychotic midnight ramblings

the keeper of all truths

the great poet and poetess

the most holy heart

All of our vain egos gush with excited offerings

while the Earth dies and we adore ourselves

It would be

our vain egos,

but it’s ours,

which means






© Bhakti Williams Brown, Susan Marie, Dian Isis, Elissa Feit and Albert Brown 2015

Sunday, May 17, 2015

25 Lessons and Truths

Huge thank you to Elephant Journal for publishing this! 

Please read and share here --> "25 Lessons and Truths in 2015"

Author: Susan Marie

Apprentice Editor: Jessica Chardoulias/ Editor: Renee Jahnke
       Photo: Shaun Nelson-Flickr

Every moment I do my best to learn from each experience.


Although we tend to focus only on the positive ones, it is the negative ones that can really help us. We just have to learn to pay attention.

What I learned:

  • That all of us are valuable parts of one race—the human race—and all of us have numerous purposes. Some of those purposes are yet to be discovered. Do not discount your individual importance.
  • That an immense ever-growing desire to learn about everything is a rare and beautiful quality to have. Never lose your wonder.
  • Not everyone will understand your struggle, outlook, opinion, belief, or heart. That is okay. Stay by those who do; learn from those who do not.
  • Move on when any experience discounts the importance of your own existence.
  • Before you move on: grieve, heal, grow, and positively   teach others through your actions.
  • Love is wondrous. It exists. Do not ever be afraid to show others that you care for and love them. The world needs infinitely more love.
  • Love yourself. We are only human. We are supposed to make mistakes. We are not perfect, we were not created to be omniscient. This is what being human is all about. Bliss, pain, progression, repeat.
  • If you want to create, then create! What are you waiting for? You have the ability to do whatever you want. There is no time stamp on creation.
  • All. Art. Heals.
  • Nature is a peacekeeper. Let us be more kind to her.
  • Be responsible for your behaviors, words and actions. 
  • Blaming others is projection and denial. Causing pain to others because you have refused to deal with past hurt only causes more pain. Say you’re sorry and mean it. It need not matter if one says it back. You did your part. Then move on.
  • Be mindful of how you communicate. Words hurt. So, be kind to yourself and to others.
  • Run through the sprinklers in the summertime, make snow angels in the winter, lay beneath the trees in autumn, and get out into the sunshine at the first sign of spring. Nature equals instant healing.
  • While we are on earth, we get this one chance to do something that will last. Whatever you do, make it count.
  • Cease obsessing about how you look, pondering the things you did or did not do, thinking about the past, and blaming yourself for things you had no control over. Remember that you cannot control everything.
  • Hug those you care about. Tell them you care. Show them you care. Recognizing another human soul is crucial for progression. Bring more happiness into the world and to yourself.
  • Some people will never move past their own hurt. If you are unable to make a positive impression, move on. You tried. It is up to them now.
  • You are not a doormat. Say it! I am not a doormat.
  • If you are in need of help, ask for it. Don’t be ashamed to be human. We have all screwed up. So what? If you never screw up, you never learn lessons. The important thing is to keep going.
  • Tell your children you love them. Hug them. Give them confidence. Motivate them. Teach them how to be responsible, active parts of all society. Teach them what you know. Show them through your experiences. You were given this role to be a guide to another human soul. Your job is to help them be the best version of themselves possible. Be grateful for your family. Make sure they are aware of this. Some people have no one.
  • Put down your technology and get out into nature. Trust me, it matters. A lot.
  • Learn about different languages, cultures, and faiths. We live in such a wondrous world.
  • It is okay to disagree with things that do not suit you. It is not okay to attack others for not agreeing with what suits only you.
  • It is normal to have a wide range of human emotions.
  • Wherever you are, remember this: all that matters is if you do your best with what you have.
    I leave you with this short video. Why? See for yourself:

Saturday, May 16, 2015

Cory James & Amy Gallagher [Spring Healing Performance Audio & Video Showcase]

photo © Buffalo Rising

Cory James and Amy Gallagher present:

"Spring Healing: A Musical and Poetic Journey of Hope"
at St. John's Grace Church in Buffalo, NY

Guest accompaniments: 

  • Sarah Rice [violin]
  • Azure James [harp]
  • Frank Scinta [piano]
  • Linda R. L. Appleby [piano] 
  • Charles Anderson [guitar]
  • Catherine Miller [vocalist]

Live Audio of the event: 

photo © Buffalo Rising

Below is a video medley of musicians that accompanied the event featuring Linda R. L. Appleby:

This is a video of a performance of "Blackbird" by Cory James Gallagher, Cat Miller and Chuck Anderson

Corey and Amy are available for performance at 

You can also listen to the audio on my radio show on Think Twice Radio HERE

Their next event is Friday, May 22nd in South Buffalo, NY at Holy Family Church --> Event Page


Thursday, May 7, 2015

Spring Concert of Healing and Rebirth : Cory James & Amy Gallagher

Cory James Gallagher, Tenor Vocalist and Amy Gallagher, Writer-Poet, are excited to announce:

Please join Tenor Vocalist Cory James Gallagher and award-winning Poet Amy Gallagher on a journey out of the difficulty and darkness of winter, into the warm healing rays of spring.  

On Saturday, May 9, 2015, this journey will bring inspiration, clarity, and healing with soul-stirring music and poetry to guide you towards the onset of spring and rebirth out of the depths of winter and weight. 

Please listen to Cory's performance of Franz Schubert’s, Ave Maria, absolutely stunning, divine and majestic: 

Cory and Amy regularly perform at area nursing homes for healing and inspiration and are currently seeking diverse avenues such as our prison systems. 

A dessert, cheese, and wine reception will follow the concert.


This concert is open to ALL and a love offering (donation) is greatly appreciated.

The event begins at 7pm at St John's-Grace Episcopal Church, 51 Colonial Circle, Buffalo, NY 14222, (716) 885-1112
Directions HERE 

Live on CMBR Radio

The CMBR Show is a radio show for artists, art events and business owners from all genres. They tell the stories that inspire or inform. Airs on Sundays at 6pm CST/ 7pm EST.

I was honored to have my poetry recently featured and aired live on radio and archived later here: 

What I truly adore about this radio show is the diversity. 

For example, in the interview above, Jill O'Hara is interviewed for The Holistic Health Expo by Nicola and my spoken word poetry is aired throughout along with different genres of music.  

Please visit Nicola Medley Ballard HERE


This is fresh, new, alive and right on mark and anyone wishing to gain exposure, please see above, hit Nicola up and ride the air waves! She is accomplishing great things for artists, business, those that have no voice and need one and most especially, for art.