Beauty

~Beauty~

I became

Beautiful.

I didn’t know

It made me prey

For wolves

With tempestuous

Appetites.

And they ate

Of my flesh

And I died,

Unfurled, bright red,

Passion and fear,

They did me in.

And I cried

So many rivers

Of broken sobs

At the injustice

Of the dance

Of beauty and death

Intertwined,

Like the most

Delicate lace.

How cruel that

The moth craves

The heat of flame

And the wolf

Seeks to destroy,

Whilst the sun burns

Molten in the void.

But as the flame

Ignites the last

Bit of wood

In a pile of ash,

I grew warm

And sparked

Aflame.

And the death

That deemed

The beauty then

To die,

Also caused the me

I am now

To rise.

And again beauty

Links itself arm and arm

With pain.

Do I weep

Waterfalls?

Do I let the ache

Cause my spark

To void?

Do I lament

At this world that

Both devours

And births?

Or do I rise

Like the smoke

From the flame?

Aloft and away,

I can no more look

At this play,

Than my eyes can

Bear the sun,

And I’ve left rivers

In my wake

Anyway.

So lift me up

Tender heart,

Hold me long

Rib cage embrace,

And reach

Nimble fingers

Up and out

From charcoaled ash

And tempt the beast

Unafraid.

Beauty has learned,

Crowned with thorns

And a heart

Through pain

Made brave.

-Angel Marie Russell

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Burn Dragon

~Burn Dragon~

Breathe your fire
Dragon
Burn the villages of they
That would smite you,
They that would
Bait your magic
For sport.

Lay waste to the defilers,
Wreaking havoc of the
Quiet solitude of nature,
The wisp of wing on wind,
A scurry of fearful flight
From man.

I see why your cauldron burns
Boiling rapid liquid fire
Molton to your heart’s core
In rage
At yet one more page
In a very long book
Of man’s lies.
While the mystic dies,
And the wizard laments
At not enough winters left
To make a solid dent
In the poison that
Festers over into kin
That fall sick with greed
And start it all over again;
Just a babe to a man,
A man to a destroyer,
Of nature,
Of water,
Of beaches,
And mire,
Of caves,
And mountains,
And lakes,
And rivers.
Who burn oil and rubber
And lay waste to the wisdom
Of trees,
And the morality of stone,
The breath of the fire
And the cleansing of water,
The knowledge and wisdom
That lives in our bones.

And your tears dear dragon,
Have turned to crystal
In all the years you have wept
At watching one more
Jealous heart murder
And leave nothing left.
The pain of the ground
Weeping only red,
Sheep screaming,
And wolves howling
Deep into the night,
Sorrow,
Suffering, and
Death.

So, burn dragon.
Light the fire within
And teach me how
To lift my noble chin.
Teach me how to rise
Above the man and the sin.
Help me to see the magic
Mystery, and wisdom
That still lives
In the breath of fire
On the wind,
In the wisp of each cat tail,
And the tickle of
Dragon fly wings
And within
My own skin.

Help me to remember
The feel of childish things.
Help me to see the wisdom
In trees, the history in stone,
The years made clear
From heavens tears
And help me see the me
In every being that surrounds; and
Every man.
Help us to see that
Together we can
Rise to save the beast,
Not to slay
For victory or power.

And help me live fully
For myself and for others.
Help me to save every bee
Fig and bush,
Help my liquid fire
Seal this wish;
May my hands always build
Where others have stripped away,
May my heart always beat harder
For every animal in harms way,
May my hurt not keep me
From ever and always loving,
May my feet keep me dancing
In unison with heaven,
And may my nimble fingers playing
Music on string
Give rise to the lift,
Like that of the dove’s wings.
And may every heart fly
With purpose and heat,
To heal all the wounds
Wherever they may be;
Of this world,
Of the next,
Of the last and,
Of the many.

-Angel Marie Russell

Torch 

I am holding
My torch high
For all wayward souls.
You can find the spark within.
You can find hope again.
Baby steps count.
And very deep soulful breaths.
You are held.

-Angel Marie Russell

Protection

If you are in the darkness,
If the shadow is present,
Breathe.
Remember
You are held always
In all ways.

Remember love is stronger
Than any foe.
Remember love
By focusing everything you have
On that feeling.
Love. What does it feel like?
Not to dismiss the pain
But to see there is an
Eb and flow
There is a tide,
And love is always there.

We learn from sorrow
To celebrate joy.
We learn from grief
To celebrate life.
We learn from anger
To celebrate tenderness.
We learn from rage
To celebrate the stillness.

Do not banish any part of you.
Welcome it home
With love.
Listen with love,
To what it has to say,
And feel.
Hold eachother.
Have a good cry.
But remember love.
Is always
There.
More powerful
Than any talisman
Stone
Or spell.
Your heart is your
Most steadfast protector.

-Angel Marie Russell

Shadowlands

We descend into the shadowlands sometimes to remember how to light our spark again. For it is in darkness we can learn to shine the brightest.

But to understand the flame we must also know that it can be blinding. So, we honor the spark by seeing its beauty when bathed in night.

The journey down isn’t easy, nor is the journey back, but it is not a permanent state of being.

The pain will cease.
The sun will come again.
You will remember joy.
You will find love past the fear, hope after grief.
You will rise stronger and more alive.
You are not alone in this space.
My spirit stands with you in strength and tender solidarity. ❤️

-Angel Marie Russell

Beauty

There is beauty
Even when
Your eyes miss it
When you see
What the world has trained you
To see.

There is beauty
In your eyes,
Your heart,
Your body,
The great tragedy
Is not your flesh
But this lie;

You are not enough.
Your body is not enough.
Your soul cares not
For such things.

There is beauty
In being.
There is beauty
In every beat
Of you heart.
There is beauty
In every cell,
Eyelash, and whisper.
I am a gasp
At every breath.

Oh, who is it that taught you
To despise all that lies
In your flesh?
Who is it that said
You are never enough?
Who is it that fed you
These, most unworthy words?

I can see only
Beauty,
Wonder,
And grace
In each and every step
Brushwork,
A masterpiece, you
And your
Life.

-Angel Marie Russell
❤️🙏🏻

Align

Your mind
Holds your wisdom
Your heart
Holds your compass
Your stomach
Holds your intuition
Your loins
Your passion
Your legs
Carry the weight
Your feet
Hold the map
And when we seek
With alignment
We aim true
In our purpose

-Angel Marie Russell