guilty as charged

guilty is the verdict
trapped in the box untrustable
until further notice
the fence is clearly stating what is mine is mine
not yours
and don't you dare wiggle around in your box 
black and white the only obvious colors to paint this picture
or, perhaps
:::another vantage point:::
of course always guilty and untrustable
because the human can never get away from being made of always going away 
decomposing before the eyes 
biological machine 
"me" disappears before the label is decided and box is made to put "me" in 
change is the only thing there has ever been to
and yet,
there is comfort in the fact that we never can know what the thing we think we know is
completely blind to everything but "me" experiencing
isn't physically possible to see through another's eyes or walk in another's feet
no matter how hard the level of trying 
and somehow,
we are still just alive
to enjoy the full rainbow of color available
the lens of black and white

with love,
Lady Rainbow*faerie godmother

nature's bitch*

As I read the words feminine and wet on the computer screen I immediately get restless. 
Toes tapping under the desk kind of restless. 
Before I know what I'm doing, swimsuit is on and I'm headed out the door, up a few steps, and then I see it. 
The most feminine/wet thing I know. 
There she is, unconditional in her flow of love and generosity. 
There she is, warm and inviting me to stay in her nurturing embrace for awhile. 
So I do. 
Once again, nature makes me her bitch. 
And I willingly surrender*


Lady Rainbow/Faerie Godmother