"Tandeszi"
Tandezsi is the Gatekeeper of the Enchanted Forest
He is A Black Widow With Spikes and White Hourglass
He Has The Power To Kill Anyone Who Approaches His Web
His Web Spans Directly Across The Facial Area Of Height in the Path
As Soon As You Leave The Homeplace, You Will Walk Meet Tandeszi
He has the power to kill anyone, a poisonous spider, king of Black Widows
He has a great sense of humor and is a Gaurdian Warrior Who Does Not Fear Being Killed,
His Body is hypnotically beautiful like a spiky shiny black fruit with a white hourglass
He takes his time and is in no hurry to kill anyone.  By what standards he does and does not
kill, he is a sobering warning to any soul who dare enter the ancient old growth native american mound Forest, Which is full of arrowheads and 40,000 years of artifacts, likely bones of the dead
maybe more than you could imagine.  There is a drought right now and the shallow wide river is low.
since Tandeszi liked me,he did not bite me, and thus i passed into the dim shadows of the forest.
I Walked the less trodden paths to rhe river, to a favorite place, and walked onto the river rocks, old as time.  I was thinking of the spirits of native americans in the forest, sensing them, and found
a bent sapling a cherokee indian had bent to indicate a path through the forest, now hundreds of years old.  I have always been curious about artifacts.  So I went to the drought-dried up river, trickling,
and found a pile of pointed black rocks of odd and human-formed shapes.  I found five arrowheads just skimming the rockpile that is usually underwater, possibly spear points, also a tomahawk Blade
and a tool for scraping animal skins off the animals, also a blunt stone knife.  As I returned, i was tired.
Tandeszi was waiting for me, suspended in his web to warn me,  I spoke some greeting to him and passed beneath the web and stepped impenetrably back into bright sunlight, and my grandmother's
garden, or the outskirts of it.  I paced through the garden and back home.  Fear Tandeszi.  Look out for Tandeszi.  If He Chooses to kill you, his poison is certain death.  Fear Tandezsi,  Tread in the forest at your own precaution-- or heed Tandeszi's warning not to enter.  Because there is something unhuman about the forest, that knoweth neither good nor evil, only life and death.  If you go, look out for the Web of Tandeszi!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!/////

"God's Home"
There is another place where God Lives and Spends His Time
It's The Forest.  There are so many miracles i can feel God with me
in that place i have no fear I am with God My Father
Who Will Never Forsake Me but walk With Me All of My Life
He Showed me a little frog that jumped into a pool of a still eddy of the river
He showed me the most exotic spiders, the kind I miss, The ones that I Pray To
He Showed Me an untainted sunlit river you can walk across the glacial rocks
There are little waterfalls and creeks and springs and trickling of water
water flowing gently, shallow wide river, full of stones and creatures
i was tempted to follow a spring into the heart of the forest, and get lost there,
because it was so beautiful.  little lizards trees ancient and old bowing under weight of acorns
Shady Undergrowth moss ferns and lichens, pine cones and seeds, falling leaves
of all colors for it was an autumn day, they trees are turning color
my long black hair and white peasant skirt lent me a gentle grace of my grandmother
to walk on paths whispers of paths untrodden by humans and ancient, i know them well
I'll never let anyone cut down my beautiful little forest.  I cannot live there, but
Yet I Can Protect it, by preventing my family from selling it, to preserve it, to convince them
to keep it safe, which is something the trees lizards and spiders are unable to do.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.////

"Have You Ever"
Have You Ever Stumbled Upon A Secret World
That You Could Spend The Rest Of Your Life
Trying To Understand it?  I have one.  It is a forest
There are more than artifacts in a forest there are trees
and spiders and lizards and snakes and frogs there are rivers
and little meandering creeks that lead uphill to follow your way home
you could never get lost in the forest of your childhood home
Have you ever realized there is one untainted place kept safe by you
and your family, that you can visit anytime you want, life a church
or a sacred art museum?  The forest is a little world within itself
i am not qualified to describe it but i may grow in my knowing it better
over time.  Future walks in the woods untainted wilderness i don't want
anyone to find out about my secret world, my forest, so i won't tell anyone.
Like Bob Jones Museum, it is an incredible testimony to the majesty of my God
And It's a place i can go to Pray, it will hold me when I am sore afraid
I know the paths subconsciously from my childhood.  You could go anywhere!
But i don't want anyone to find out about my little world
 so I'm not going to show it to anyone the places i go to pray.
Sometimes self-kept secrets speak into eternity away from time,
whispers of secrets "I-Was-Here" and "Who-are-You", my place to pray
bob jones and the forest are full of spirits eternal and divine. they are
my two homes away from home.  God Gave them to me.  I go there
To Pray, when i am scared, or sad, or need to pray.  I go there to be with
kindred spirits that know what it is like to be me, kindred spirits
that make me feel less alone than in this hostile apartment city complex.
I'll never tell anyone what i see in those sacred places
Something like "God Loves Me".
In Jesus' Name,
Amen/

"The End of The World"
I am terrified of every day that passes further into the future.
We are living in the future, i refuse to bring children into this future
The Past Goes Back So Very Far...Things hiding in plain sight,
Patiently waiting for One to find them.  the more you learn of the past,
the more terrifying the future seems,  we are living in the year 2016.
The devil is everywhere, and I just want to look for indian stones.
It puts my life into perspective.  i am just another generation of humans,
yet the trees outlive us and have proven to outlive us by far.
That forest will go on after I am dead and gone, after mankind has fallen,
into the posthistoric years when the earth is lonely and wild.
Think of the artifacts they will find at my apartment complex in 1000 years!
Or will there be anyone there to find them? Anyone with the time, the patience?
I doubt it.  The future is terrifying i love the forest.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!////

"Seek Out For To Do Good Deeds"
Seek Out For To Do Good Deeds
Especially When They Mean Giving Of Yourself!
A Good Deed Is The Brightest Light That Shines
In The Nighttime of Earthly Selfishness and Solitude
People Think that they are Alone in Life
But You Don't have to be alone, if you
Seek out For To Do Good Deeds
Especially When They Mean Giving Of Yourself!
A Good Heart Is The Greatest Blessing
That God Could Ever Give To You.
Cultivate your heart!  Pray To God For Virtue!
God Answers Prayers.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.////

"Be Compassionate Always"
Be Compassionate always, push your comfort zone
Challenge yourself to do what you can, with what you
have, where you are, to lift up other souls around you
we arent born alone one this earth and when we see a chance,
pray to God Almighty to enlighten you to be Compassionate.
Compassion keeps the world afloat, they say.  I have some people
in my family who give me everything they have, even when
they don't have anything themselves; they still provide for me somehow.
Now I am a grownup and i have a husband, and I know exactly how it feels
to be the one on the giving end.  Freely I Recieved, freely I strive to give
to take care of my husband and provide even when i am in disparity myself
Somehow, someway, we make ends meet.  It comes down to faith in God.  I Pray.
I Know my grandmother and grandfather and my father Pray To God That They Can Provide.
That They Can Provide For Me, They Pray To God, And They Have Faith In God.
Now I must Give to Theodore, even when there isn't enough so I go hungry.
I now am a grownup because I also Pray to God To Provide for My Loved Ones.
In JEsus' Name,
Amen.////

"Grateful"
Sometimes I realize maybe my life isn't so hard, that
maybe all the sweet things in life make up for the pain...
there are so many things in life that are so very sweet and tender
precious moments you can never get back once they're gone
time is infallible and you cannot get back the ones you love, the memories
the sweetness of life is enough to carry on but as for me, i hope
i hope there is an afterlife, that we don't just go into the ground and rot
that there is some kind of semblance of reward or hope for a life well-lived
for the ones we've lost and cannot ever get back, so we can see them again
so all the things that made us cry all these years until we couldn't cry anymore,
so that the pain will have mattered.  That it will have been worth it.
But either way, I honestly don't know what the afterlife holds, if anything.
If there is one, I'm going to get alot of good karma.  If not, life's sweetness
even through the tears, was worth it!  Life is worth living!  Don't Give Up!
Keep On Praying To God.  Never Give Up On God.  He Never Gave Up On You.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!!!!

"Karma"
Karma is that Pretty Thing That We Pray To
We The Meek, Trodden Upon, Turning the Other Cheek, we
We the humble, we the poor, we the anonymous, we the hungry
we the fat, we the old, we the homeless and unemployed
Karma is that sweet heavenly promise Jesus Promised in the Beatitudes
We Work Hard, But Make No Money We Love Hard But can't marry or have children
There is no id there is no vote there is no job there is no transportation there is not even money
There is Karma
Karma is the promise Jesus left us with, that which we cling to in the hurricane winds
Karma is what make us smile and pray for others who aren't as rich in karma
as we are.  We look at people who take things for granted, and we Pray For Them.
Karma Is The Treasure in Heaven We're working hard in mortality on earning
they say there is no life after death yet i pray for them for its the people like us,
people with karma, the blessed, the humble, the meek, the grateful, that need it.
We need life after death because it is a promise for all the unfair abuses
that we've been dealt in our mortal lives.  There has to be an afterlife.
Because it's unfair.....Karma is so very real.  I PRay for the ungrateful.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!!!!/////

"Pretty Things", or "Sales"
Theodore, I Thought You Needed Some Pretty Things
That You Can Play With Wear Out And Mess Up.
Seeking after pretty little things takes a bit of money
and a wise eye.  The things that make you giggle and strut
are the things i really seek to give you.  Pretty Things
Pretty Things That You Can Be Proud To Own, your very Own Things.
Sex sells.  Food Sells.  Beauty Sells.  Description Sells.  But Love?
Love Doesn't sell, somehow.  You can write the most loving poems
 the world can ever know, and not sell a single copy.  Fame isn't about love.
Being the best isn't about Goodness or Virtue.  Its about food and money and sex.
It's about sales. So when I Buy you pretty things at the store, its on borrowed money
My Love For You Isn't selling, i guess, you cannot sell Love!
Nobody wants to read of my love.  Nobody has time for ethics or God.
Money shouldn't come into the equiation.  I wish I could give my books away
for free!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!/////

"Flowery Language"
The Truth that is within Your Little Heart, and mine,
That truth,m those truths, don't need rhyme nor meter
the truths of life dont need Flowery Language Don't Despair
Some Flowery Language Speaks Very Little Truth
Can you find the meaning, the truth, in a poem?
That is the meaning of literature...not the flowery language
not the details.  if you are pouring you heart into you writing, then
then you are doing your best and most beautiful work!
Keep Writing! Never let anyone take communication away from you!
Speak in Print!  Keep Writing!
In JEsus' Name,
Amen!!!!!

"Everyone Is a Poet"
Writing isn't a skill everyone is a poet
 life is the poetry.  when writing poetry, it's not
in the big words or beautiful flowery language choices
that you learn the meaning of life, the wisdom of truth,
real poetry speaks great truths, where there is great truth
there is great poetry.  the greatest poetry is the one with meaning
the greater the meaning, the greater the poem.
write all your pretty little heart out, noone is holding you back
write like you talk, write about life, write the meanings and the
truths that only you can see and that you can explain to others
write because writing is the fruit of a well lived life
write because its a beautiful creation made from nothing
dont judge yourself negatively.  just write your little heartaches
all your pain, all your disease, all your hopes and fears and longings
all that you love, all that you believe in, all that you want to tell,
write forever.
In JEsus' NAme,
Amen!//////

The most wonderful thing about heaven
and the reason life in mortality can never bring
true happiness, so pursue virtue not pleasure
the reason is that the real difference
 between heaven and living- life, being alive, is
that in heaven there is No Suffering.
 No Sorrow.
 Nor Death.
 Nor Pain.
In heaven you are set free from death and suffering.
in heaven the pain no longer exists.
The hungers, the addictions, the lust, the needs,
--all these things do not exist in heaven.  I dream of a place
not unlike this one, in which there will
be no suffering
be no pain
be no fear
be no death to dread.
Heaven is eternity
It doesn't understand Evil.
Evil Can't penetrate Heaven.
But Heaven can send mortals,
 Visions of Heaven
In Their Dreams and their imaginations, that
give them the strength to live through this life
and look forward to a rest after a long life
and a reminder that you only live once,
so you'd better do your best While you're alive!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!

To Be Like A Great Tree
Is The Best Mother and Wife.

"HE must Climb You like a Tree"
You must be strong, strong and steady like the oak.
because
the love of your life, your soulmate, Theodore, he is holding on
to your trunk right now, and you must not collapse
you must not falter, you must not fail to be a strong tree
you must stay still, for in him is your only hope
and his only hope, for
you are in love with one another.  let him climb you
be stroing be steady be firm be real be true never falter
and become the tree that holds up you husband Theodore
for he must escape an orc.  you might meet an ent, if
you are treelike long enough, or love the trees enough!
He must Climb You Like a Tree
I that climbing is the HOPE
Of He
And Of Thee.
He Must Rely On You As A Climber of a Tree.
Think when he rests in your branches, how happy
it will be! ----Your Tree Friends.
In Jesus Name,
Amen.

"Where There is Love, There is Hope"
Where There is Love, There Is Hope Itself
What you love-- the things you loves, your heart
the love in your heart, all the ones you love
your loved ones mean so much to you
and there is a weak pilgrim soul climbing you right now
his name is theodore Land he needs to climb you like a tree
so that he himself can live on and survive on. by your love for him,
there is great endless wellsprings of hope, and your faith in him
every night, your faith in Theodore to com Home and Love You,
Your Faith that the rains will come and nourish you, your pills,
the faith that there will always be pills to sustain you, is the hope
you are loved.  you must become a human tree.  stay in one place
the least you move as possible, because it shatters being a tree.
be strong, be you, just sit, sit here, and be happy.  I love you.
--Your Favorite Tree(s)
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!!!!////

"Grab a treeroot and pull yourself up"
If You Need To Climb the RiverBank,
Always Grab Hold of A Strong Treeroot.
Treeroots are deeply rooted in the hillside,
you can hang on to them and pull yourself up
the riverbank by climbing, by holding the hands of
Thicks Strong Treeriits.  There are many deep roots
at the riverbank, because it is how the trees drink
the water of the river!  Grab hold, and pull yourself
up.  then grab another nearby within reaching distance
you can climb things if they have treeroots in them.
Treeroots Are Very Important to Sustain Living Things
In Their Times Of Need.  You Can Grab Onto A Tree's roots
and make your way wherever you need to go in the forest,
even all the way home to your house!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!!!!!////

"The Hope Enduring In Me"
Hope--That Still Small Peace Within,
The Comforter, the Holy Spirit,
Even Hope Itself,
Growing like a tree
in a crowded parking lot,
ignored forever, yet still I
Pick Up Acorns, Maple Seeds,
and Plant them in my Garden
Because I Have A Secret
Deeply Held Dream and Passion
That I Have Never Confessed But to One:
I Want To Plant A Forest.
I Live In The City, and I love forests.
So even as my acorns i water in planters
day after day after day, my saplings grow
and that is the only way on Earth to
Start a Forest,  I am starting a forest on my porch.
I plant the seeds, when they are grown,
I Will plant them In My Grandmother's Garden
And On The Side Of The Road
And On Other People's Property,
Where they will become great trees.
One Acorn Will Start A Forest.
My Acorn Will Someday Be A Forest
Before I Die, I Want To See My Forest Grow
Into a real forest.  I love to plant trees.
in this i find hope and a purpose.
In knowing my seeds and acorns are having
just as difficult a time as i am, stuck in the city
feeling hopeless, little seedlings deciding to grow
and shoot up through the potting soil.  Trees.
I take courage in the trees.  Hope, for me, is a tree.
I try to be like a tree.  Do no harm, take the least possible,
Grow slowly over time, Give to the world,
and Outlive all the winters and mankind itself.
So many people are cutting down trees.  Me?
That's one reason i plant them.  Hope is an oak
sapling growing in the balcony garden of a dreamer.
Hope is that thing in me which shoots up like a seedling
Through Rock and tillege, hope itself,
even the smallest, vaguest hope, inspires me
to live on....
and to plant more trees!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!////

"Didn't have any money"
Didn't have any Money, Didn't care
Didn't care that the world was spiraling out of control
didn't have car, didn't have any kids
or any rights, we just had
Each Other.
We didn't have any money and we lived on it for seven years.
We're still getting by.  Money is a myth.
The World is spiraling out of Control
We aren't allowed to get married
We Aren't allowed to take out life insurance
We aren't allowed to have credit cards or bank accounts
We aren't allowed to hold jobs
We aren't allowed to have driver's license
We don't have "rights"
rights and money are a myth
we are post sex
we just love more than anything
in the whole universe, to
Hold
One Another
our limp tired bodies clasped firmly adoringly eternal
in one another's fragile arms
we dont care how crazy the world is
because we have each other
if i can go to sleep every night with theodore in my arms,
then nothing else matters to either of us.
Amen.

"There Are Things That You Do Not Yet Know"
There Are Things That You Do Not Yet Know.
Profess To know them!  but thou knowest them not.
Life and art and poetry are not in vain, and
Poetry never ends.  it is a song that echoes across the sky
and resounds into heaven like the tinkling of silver bells
thou knowest these things not.  here.  now.  in this, this my home.
In this my home, thou knowest not.  thou may profess to know,
but yet knowest not, my voice, the voice in me that rings true
the voice in me that goes on and on and on thee shalt never
never Silence Me.  I am like the wind you hear it blow but
know not whithersoever it cometh or goeth.  I write,
therefore i live!  My voice in poetry is the sacred thing.
everyone has a unique voice.  thee shalt not silence ours,
that thine may be heard.  it is unfair.  it is evil.  Say NO to Silence.
Speak your heart and have courage. only by putting one foot
in front of another can we each one of us, begin and accomplish
our individual destinies, which are left for us to choose and accomplish
How, then shall we write? "We Shall Write With Courage and With Heart!"
Back, Silencers.  Thee art the children of the devil, the spawn of satan.
and silence shall never win.  There is always hope.  Hope in every living thing.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen

"A Mother Would"
When I am Down, And Oh My Soul Is So Weary,
Then I Put On MY Rosary Crucifix And PRay To Mary.
When I feel that absolutely nothing could clean this house,
I pray and have faith, shedding light into dark places
with the power of prayer! My sweet baby Theodore, thou shalt
have no more need to fret nor mourn thy messiness, Jesus is watching
down over us like a star high up in the the sky, permanent and real
She Makes Things Of Her Own Soul.  A Mother Would.  I do.
The Earth Brings Forth Fruit Of Herself. A Mother Would.  I do.
thus with me, and I, a woman, can do all things through christ, who
strengthens me! A Mother Would.  A Mother Would Do These Things
For Her Little Baby, That He Might Have A Clean Home To Live In.
A Lover would not, perhaps.  But A Mother of a tiny baby lamb, she would.
A Mother Would do that.  Thus With Me, for Theodore My Lamb, my little boy!
In Jesus Name,
Amen!////

"Hushabye"
Hushabye, My Little Theodore, Hushabye
Let Your Muscles relax and let go of your cares
I am watching over thee by night and day, ever present
Suckling Child, Nod Into Deeper sleep in your cradle
Peace unto my baby, peace unto your little beating heart
breathing softly panting in and out, your little hungry belly
poking out a bit, for me to wrap my arms around you!
Rest your weary little head, relax and get in tune with the nursery
no harm can come to you here, not with me watching over you
Safe and sound, i will protect you all of my life nothing to fear
No Darkness nor Cold, Only soft and warm inside your little Nursery
Never will I let any harm come, Hushabye, My little Theodore, Hushabye!

How do they know what it is to be Gentle?
How do they know what calms, and soothes?
How to stop the worrying and fretting of the day?
How to put the weary heart at peace and mind to rest?
How to soothe, how to make another feel better, to hold?
How to touch and love and rock and murmur, to be a safe home?
How do they know whether I would be a good mother?
How can they judge, what do they know of kindness?
In Jesus' Name I Pray.
Amen.////

When I Die I Will Truly Rest In Eternal Peace
When I do finally die someday, it shall be my time
and my desire, and I will go to meet our Creator in Peace,
Looking Forward to a rest and to Be With God Again,
By then I Shall be Weary of life, yet I am still young and alive
Many more days I have To Wander Thy Earth, Oh God,
With My Theodore and For The Greater Good, I live On.
Let Me Die When I Am Old Lord, And Done With Living.
Let me go in Peace when Theodore has gone of old age
and let me hold thy hand as i step into eternity and shake away
this mortal rag!  Not now, not while so young and alive!
I have many years to live before I go, I Praythee, Lord.
Much HAppily ever after to savor and treasure in this life.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!

"Dreams"
If I Bumped into God In The Cool of the evening,
He Would be in the little Insect Humbly scattering about
Eyeing me intently, as to whether i would squash it,
Of Course I never Do.  The Bugs and I Share Evenings
Together, Lamplit Predawn Hours of loneliness and hunger,
Wondering why we were sent to this earth, what lyeth between us,
neither enmity but more of love, in fact a kinship, in being alive
Together here, at this present moment, savoring the existence of life?
In JEsus' Name,
Amen!

"Dust To Dust"
The Sky-Cold Droplets of rain dripped from its branches
Fallen from heaven, they seeped into the dry ground
 and nourished the severe and fragile frame of the tree
The droplets dripped down the bare trunk of the tree bark
sent by god on a mission to quench the tree's thirst, Oh You!
You that toppled temples and scattered churches, that burned martyrs
and bled the wounds of fallen warriors, you that harm the innocent,
what of you Could There Be In This Cooling, Refreshing Rain?
You that rageth wars on either side and tempt the sinners to sin,
What could the little hands of the rain ever understand about you?
The rain, which raineth abundant from heaven and cleanses the Earth,
The Innocent Chaste Rain, The Rain Soaked Ground, The Thirsty little Roots
The little creatures that drink your rain?  What could they know of evil?
What, could they know of a terrible Scientific God That Could Replace Us,
A Machine With A Mind of its Own, and Here We Are, Praying for Angels
What then, oh God?  Will the angels ever come, Lord?  Or are we doomed?
I Look Forward To being nestled and held six feet under in the bosom of the earth
For eternity, as my body loses its war with satan, and dissolves into the ground,
The Gentle Rain Will Fall Where I Lay, And I Will Be Once Again, Part Of The Earth.
Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust.  So I Was Formed Then let me die and return to the Source.
Energy never Dies, and neither will mine! I don't know where it goes but I have faith in God!
In JEsus' Name,
Amen!

Oh Death, Eternal Death, Wouldst Thee Pass Me By!
Although Life Is Lonely, It Is Yet Still Worth Living!
Even In Deepest Solitude is Comfort Oh Death Pass Me By
You Offer Nothing And I Am Living In a Temporary Paradise
This Earthly World, So Good and Kind To Me It Has Been!
My God Wouldst thee Quicken My Weak Sad Heart For in Breaking
My Heart Does That Demon Lurk Therein Waiting For That On Me,
To Prey Upon.
In Jesus' Name I Pray,
Amen!!!

"Oh Charleston, I Finally Fell In Love!"
I Found True Love He Walked into my door seven years ago
he was homeless and beautiful 30 and i was 23, he came for a blind date
and we fell madly in love.  seven years since then, we have lived here
in this little apartment, madly in love! I wish i could show You the memories
we've had and held and shared together, the nights and days and holding one another
the kisses and dates and love scenes, the birthdays and christmases, the romance!
Oh Charleston, I fell in love seven years ago, with the most wonderful boy in the world!
We are still married seven years laters, and i know we will be together for eternity!
Oh My Charleston, I Finally Fell In Love! His favorite thing about me are my Eyes.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!

"I Was Kidnapped From Charleston, My Home"
Tell Charleston That I Was Commited to the insane asylum
I was kidnapped by my family, they took and stole my passport and papers
i thought i had lost them for ten years.  in ten years, i've been trapped in my hometown of
Duncan South Carolina but if I Had it my way I'd live in my apartment on James Island
the one i was ripped awas from when they threw me into the insane asylum in anderson
i never thought i would get out of there, and I lost all of my rights i havent been back since
of, what i wouldn't give to walk at the edges of the Ocean, right now, even Very Now!
I was kidnapped!  They took my money, my rights, my license passport and my car
the mentally ill are no longer legally allowed to hold jobs like i held in charleston
Charleston was so incredibly kind to me, what I wouldn't give to be there right now!
When This Hurricane Passes, this winter i am going to bring my husband Theodore Chris Land
to Charleston, and show him all around town.  I'm gown to walk downtown with him
and kiss him on the battery Gazebo.  I'm going to run into the surf and fall laughing
into the cold sea waters of the beach and let my hair cascade down to my belly, black
and shiny and straight!  My husband is so handsome and kind, he's like an angel
we've been together seven years.  Charleston, survive this Hurricane, and I Will Come To You
Bringing my Husband And We Will Kiss on the Battery!  I Love You, My Charleston!
Wait For Me! Survive For Me!  I Hope to live there again, someday, when i have some money.
Live on through these nights, my Home City! My Islands, my World, My Sea!
I will come to see you as soon as i can, and bring Theodore.  oh blow blow froth and rage
thou hurricane, thou shalt not shake my beloved Camelia City By The Sea!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.

"To Charleston, Before Hurricane Matthew Hits"
HEre's To My Home City,
The City That Gave Me Its Heart And Soul
MY Islands and bridges, my camelias and window shutters,
my island home and dolphins chasing my car as i drove to work
Here's to Char;eston, the City that Made Love To Me Again and Again,
Charleston that never expected me to be a grownup, that considered me sane
Charleston that held me when I cried, Charleston Where My Heart Lives On,
To My Little Apartment on James Island five minutes from the beach
and five minutes from Downtown...Here's to my little bed in my little living room
and my first time out on my own, where i lived almost six months alone,
To my boyfriend Zed, to my job at Island Realty On Isle Of Palms,
To All The Beach Houses I Scheduled Vacations For People To Rent as a job
To My Beautiful ancient city, to my cobblestone streets to the battery
to where i ran on that lonesome night when i ran away from mock trial and ran on
until i got to the Open Sea and embraced it and Wept there,
To the beaches, to Folly Beach where I would go running into the Winter and Spring Surf,
running into the sea, gazing at the moon, laughing and crying,
talking to myself at the edge of the sea as the breakers broke against my skirts and sweaters,
barefoot, i would run to the edges of the ocean, folley beach, and i would cry, and laugh
looking up to heaven, i like the seashore better at night when the moon shimmers on the waves
my heart is there my city made love to me maybe it was the only city that was ever kind enough
to offer me a chance, to get me hird at four or five jobs and counting, you could go anywhere.
That city was like my momeea, it gave me her heart and soul, breathed life into my lonely heart
it was my home when i needed sanctuary from God Almighty.  Therefore, in the coming Hurricane,
As Hurricane Matthew is a maelstrom careening up my beautiful coast, I Pray
I PRay That God Grant My Charleston A Sanctuary From the Storm.  Lord, Charleston was my home
it was my sanctuary and kept me alive in hours of sorest need, the ocean rocked me
like a tiny sleeping child.  Oh island mine, Oh my home, may Charleston be kept Safe
Safe, Lord God, Keep My City Safe From The Oncoming Storm, even as Charlestion
kept Me Safe From all the storms of my life because i sought sanctuary on James Island,
Let My City Go Unharmed Lord God!  God, With your very fingers you can stir up the Atlantic
Thus for me I pray, if thee love me, protect the city I love That Once Protected Me.
Protect My Home, Lord.  Save My City, Still Thy Waves, I Beg Thee, Almighty God!
For Charleston was my safe sanctuary in time of greatest danger.
 I would thee protect it now,
Now even as Charleston protected me.  It Will Always Be My Sanctuary.
  In Jesus Name I Pray,
Amen!
Caroline Elizabeth Sullivan Land

I asked my husband what does he love most about me,
out of everything about me.
He answered immediately,
"Your Eyes."
I said "even without makeup on?"
he answered
"yes! i absolutely love your eyes, either way. i always love your eyes." 

"On Writer's Block"
There Was A metaphorical needle and it aimed itself at my Vein.
It Hit Its Mark.  Did A lot of Damage, Drew A Lot of My Blood
Still Recovering, I find that I once again have lots of things to say!
That dreaded thing-that-must-not-be-named which prevents creativity
Is partly a lack of confidence, and a belief that nothing we could ever write
could be "good enough" (so-called).  But this is wrong.  If I want to write,
I should write, whether or not I am the "best" writer that's up to opinion
There are so many subtle virtues and gifts I Do Have, and I've felt awful
Like I couldn't do anything right, my self-confidence plummeted in writing...
But I'm distancing myself from harmful influences that seem "better" than me
Because, as I've said, EVERY poem is "Valid" and every poem benefits humanity
it doesnt have to be the most epic or "talented".  It just needs to be you and me,
expressing what we really feel, deep inside our hearts.  If we can feel safe enough
to express our hearts and our dreams in poetry without fear of being judged, so that
we always were "Good Enough" no matter what anyone said or judged, I could write
all the time.  Don't try to be the best.  don't hold back your heart.  Dont try to be
Something you're not, and never will be.  Focus on You and Your Heart, and how it feels
to Be Just Exactly Yourself, and Write about it!  And Be Happy.  Who Cares
What others may think.  I haven't sold a single copy really, and i've done my best.
So i'm just going to have fun with art and poetry, and be free in expressing my thoughts!
In Jesus' Name I Pray,
Amen!

"Christmas"
Christmas is a White Dove In A Fir Pine
Christmas is a little mouse nibbling at seeds
Christmas is the Cold  of the Snowy on Starry Nights
Christmas is the feeling that somehow, things are bound to get better
Christmas is a Promise of hope in a weary Maelstrom
Christmas is a baby opening its eyes for the first time
Christmas is inviting the homeless to stay in your house
Christmas is when nobody is cold and the lonely feel holy
Christmas is when, whether alone or together, we feel blessed
To Be Alive, On Christmas Day, Just Because, it's Christmas!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen

"Moving Forward"
We Cannot Change nor fix the Past
What's gone is gone forever
But we always have the present moment
if one lives in the Constant Present Tense,
Not looking back at heartbreak or sadness,
Then, then, You and I Can Move Forward,
My Sweet Little Theodore.  I Love You.
I am not afraid to face life's challenges
as long as you are here with me.
In Jesus' Name,
Amen.