another spirit written poem

its so nice to post again....

"Co-Conscious >> Spirit Guided Writing"

11.46pm

1.23.20

kh

the star-seed is one of the rarest 

forms of human incarnation.. i am here to 

affirm my constellation with your solar stars.

among your many planets, earth has 

been curiously quiet; so loud, yet so still all 

at once. my desires have no intentions of getting 

lost in the sea of humanity. i did that once but... alas ..

it was all for naught as the breeze blew typhoons across 

my bare chest, causing it to concave and crush beneath such 

human pressure. a pressure my human side didn’t have enough 

experience to withhold- i wasn’t going to nearly break my own 

back carrying the weight of something unknown to me, so i 

breathed and sighed and paused then stopped and took 

a giant leap backwards examine once again the loose 

floorboards beneath my feet. i had some control 

but the entirety escaped me.

this family that i’ve been graced with, their core values 

and intuitive stances, their cultural dances and practices,

 i find it very restricting and to God i hold no grudges just... 

questions, and right when i think them up they’re instantly 

answered. i notice that Our parents are the soil and we are 

the plants that grow into something very different than where 

we came from. i notice that with their opinions, ours change,

 except for those unwilling to show face and have a mind that 

they chase and acknowledge gods gift in knowledge and curiosity 

and knowing that it comes from God and God alone. i don’t resent 

the power plays and the cards that they lay out in just... astonished

. i no longer can be surprised, forming my own opinions and 

sentences has brought me far above that far from them i will 

stay rising. i’m not one of your kind, i do not have the same 

mind, i just have a sense of self and self respect is 

everything to me.

you can respect your parents but i am getting off topic.

earth is interesting.

star seeds are vulnerable and bare and naked in truth.

 they were their secrets in their hair and all you have to 

do is comb through it and find out for yourself what they 

know. what data they’ve collected. intimacy is what we 

need. we need a safe space for us to feel human.
⁃ those that feed on lies and those that think in spies 

have broke out in the night of hives and don’t have 

the slightest idea where THEY came from

no, they don’t care. they just want to expand.

 they hunger for families they do not know and 

where it will go they don’t acknowledge the goal 

just that their kids have a hand to hold but what 

if that hand has held hands with the Devil?

i am not weak. i’m just slow. my

 star seed side is starving. my 

human side is obese.

 i have to step back again. disconnect again.

 i need to landscape the scope of realms 

and first and foremost i need to speak. i 

need to bleed. i need to write rapidly and 

tread quietly and be in places i’m not 

meant to. my muse is life itself and 

my fuel is almost running out.

my human side is rich.
my star-seed side is

 poorer than the ant 

that’s on the brink of 

dying in the middle of 

the desert. under the 

unforgiving sun. with nothing 

surrounding it. it’s just the 

ant and the hot hot sand.
and the ant is lucky to be alive. for now.