Ballad of the White Eye

it is hard to let the pain of others in
when you refuse to face your own
the other has no right to her search
when your own trajectory has been erased
by the passing of time
and mixing of blood

what you would have
could have
should have been
gone

feelings are like bombs
they seek only to destroy
snuck into your home
like the gun in the pocket
of a party guest

it is only there for protection
from what?
from whom?
from all the enemies you can imagine

in your dreams that seek to awaken you

you were taught you are the center
yet you find yourself on the margins
like all the others with feelings
that you cannot let in

Kira Young ©2013

Autumn Fog

waking to a thick morning fog

cold and enclosed around me

pushing through my fear I move

towards warmth and light

sun piercing through layers of cloud

to find me

 

I can feel the sun

even when she shines

on the other side of our Earth

 

driving through the trees

I see the sun ahead

ripples of light through fog

dancing through the woods to find me

 

I can know the sun

even when she is hiding

above the trees and clouds

 

birds sing and children laugh

the sun has burned the fog away

another day has begun

 

the sun’s familiar glow

warming all our faces

flowers opening to her love

to find me

 

Kira Young©2012

Cool Mist

you are the storm

that hurts my head and bones

traveling

over miles of earth and water

 

when you arrive

you have gathered too much wind

you tear my roof

break my windows

and fill me with your rain

 

when the storm has past

you are the sun

warm and full of light

 

and I lay broken

full of your rain

waiting for the next storm

 

Kira Young© 2010-2012

God & Goddess (1994)

When the Goddess was killed, many faces were shed

Then we had to kill God too

even after His resurrection

And now as She rises to Her resurrection

He weeps for the greater union

and the integration allowed

the God

in every man

This integration he shed tears for

so long ago

hanging

 

He gave is blood to wash away our sins

Women give blood with the moon

Our blood flows for life to carry on

 

We have not been promised Her return

We know She is here

sacrificing Her blood through Us

 

His followers will see Her mysteries

And learn their capacities

to be

to feel

to love

 

We have yearned long and hard for Her rebirth

Now we must answer our prayers

and realize the integration

allowed the Goddess

in every woman

 

Kira Young © 1994-2012

Ritual Need (1995)

I’m trying to get the anger out

on the page.

I need a ritual for this powerful rage.

I need a ritual to free me from this bird cage.

 

How can our intrinsic value be ignored?

The hole becomes deeper, darker, appears endless.

And in the unbearable emptiness,

We want to pull others in.

The pain will not ease.

We pull, lie, cheat, steal –

do what we’ve been taught;

realizing suddenly, our survival skills

useless

and the pain acute.

 

I’m trying to get the anger out

on the page.

I need a ritual for this powerful rage.

I need a ritual to free me from this bird cage.

 

While we’ve been digging holes in Her

filling Her up with trash.

I’ve collected my own little sack

filling it up with truth.

Yes, this truth has got a hold of me;

connected close by blood –

supplying vital organs.

 

I’m trying to get the anger out

on the page.

I need a ritual for this powerful rage.

I need a ritual to free me from this bird cage.

 

For I am sister to the birds, my wings inside of me.

But I am not invisable.

This you all must see!

Organs in my body tell me, I am not property.

 

I keep trying to get this anger out,

clear myself emotionally.

Feeling in my body tells me, I can be free.

Creator

please

give me

ceremony.

 

Kira Young © 1995-2012

Bitter

 

Here in the place where your spirit gets eaten

I refuse to taste sweet

I will be bitter to the taste

I will not be beat

 

I will stand with my sisters

our mouths chewed off

that is what gets eaten first

no voice

no life

 

silently we say no

generation after generation

giving life

giving our blood to the Earth

 

Here in the place where your spirit gets eaten

I refuse to taste sweet

I will be bitter to the taste

I will not be beat

 

I will stand with my brothers

swallowing our pride

laughing at the indignity

of warriors unarmed

 

and when they take our sacred objects

put them in a museum

we will make more

for ceremonies unforgotten

 

Here in the place where your spirit gets eaten

I refuse to taste sweet

I will be bitter to the taste

I will not be beat

 

I will stand with our children

who only ask to learn

our children know who they are

and remind us with their tears

when they see we have forgotten

Kira Young© 2010-2012

Woman of Power (1995)

She’s a Black-Irish beauty

belting out the blues.

No cause for alarm,

my sister ain’t gonna harm you.

She’s just lettin’ you know about

Her Dream.

She’s gonna ging

Her Way

in.

 

Aphrodite child

war hasn’d made you weary.

I’ve got this theory

about how you dark vision shines

real bright.

 

Who’s winning the fight now?

Show me how

to see

in the dark.

Yea, she’s got that spark

like a Queen taking you under,

like thunder

laughing.

 

Oh, I feel like I could cry too.

No way to loose singing the blues.

I’ve got the time to feel divine blues.

I’ve got the time to be a witness,

see her choose

to be real.

 

I can feel Jade, I can feel!

 

Golden Girl, my lesson’s long.

And your song,

sung from the core

has taught me more.

With each day,

I learn.

 

Sweet Persephone,

your grief felt

then past

has cast a little light

on the road I build

for me.

 

It’s a road of gravel,

dusty rock,

a hard road to travel

alone.

 

But I walk reassured

my mind has been cured

of self-doubt.

 

Your presence has reminded me

of my own survival.

My rival

up ’til now

has been me.

 

Your armor is jeweled, soft, and warm.

I see a storm

sweeping it away with simplicity anew

and soon

you’ll be a star,

playing the part.

Blessed thou art.

 

Kira Young ©1995-2012

 

Divinity Within Creation

sister my cup is full for I am the cup

I am the crown and throne

that bows to the divinity within creation

 

whose face is painted in the starts when you look up?

can you see Her face?

can you see the face of God?

 

sister my cup is overflowing for I am the water

that quenches my own thurst

my blood is the ocean from the beginning of creation

 

whoes mother will you become?

do you feel the ocean inside of you

swirling with the power of endless creation?

 

brother my cup belongs to me

I will cherish it from here and upon my entrance

into the other side

 

the women throughout time will be waiting for me there

we have nurtured new life throughout the ages

despite our broken bodies and spirits

 

new life

our life

my brothers and sisters

we will protect

 

Kira Young ©2011-2012

Cante Sapa

black hearted woman

time to start again

need to think it through

alone

 

new excuses for plans unexecuted

again 

it is never your fault

itegrity is just a big word

for simple little girls

 

who will you have to sacrifice this time?

a child?

a sister?

a friend?

 

black hearted woman

beaten and blue

your fiends remain a means to an end

and when your demands go unmet

and the needs of all who depend on you

your wrath knows no bounds

your self hatred turned outward

to survive again

 

once a victim with no protection

now a victim by choice

anything it takes

not to have to take responsibility

for your own choices

for your own life

for your own healing

 

black hearted woman

chaos is your normal

paranoia abounds

balance is feared

hate is love

love is hate

anyone who truely loves you

you honestly detest

 

whomever could love such damaged goods

must be unworthy of any love in return

 

the seeds have been planted

will your harvest rot on the vine?

or will you turn slowly on the wheel

and face North

to find the riches that await you there?

 

February 18, 2011

My Sisters

today I join my sisters

on the bridge to freedom we have built

crossing over this ocean

the walk will be long

what awaits us there

is worth the pains of labor

worth the blood spilled at birth

worth every daughter’s escape

from torture

from rape

from murder

 

today I join my sisters

on the bridge to self-determination we have built

crossing over this busy road

itself an easy task

what awaits us there

is self-doubt and the many vestages

of survival from abuse

sisters shaming sisters in an attempt to

understand

all that has been endured

 

today I join my sisters

on the bridge toward thriving we have built

crossing over the bones of our former selves

is the task ahead of us now

may what awaits us there

be worth the unending pain

of knowing that the hard-fought efforts

of generations of women of power

can be swept away

by the stroke of our governments’ pens

whom we duly elected

to protect us from themselves

Kira Young 2011-2012