Stand in Awe

by Creature Karin Webb

Stand in awe.
Not so that you can feed off
The misery of an inferiority complex or
Nurse the wounds of your
Slighted reality for
All of time eternal,
Stand in awe because
Awe inspires one to do better.
To grow
To learn
To love more deeply
Than ever could have been conceived of prior.

Stand in awe of women, in all their shapes and forms
Stand in awe of darker skin
Indigenous Nations
Experience of color, ethnicity
You can not comprehend
Stand in awe of LGB
T, queer, intersex, questioning, kinky
Non-normative, authentic
Claimer’s of personal truth:
Their hearts are lighthouse
For your freedom too.

Stand in awe of people with disabilities, visible and unseen
Stand in awe of foreigners, immigrants
Navigating new tongues and streets
Stand in awe of poor and homeless humans too
Stand in awe of sex workers—controlling body and their grind
Stand in awe of people who survive
Each story a whisper
To overcome.

These holy strangers are
Family
Therapist
Teachers
Builders
Street sweepers and
Caretakers of the mud
We call home.

They raise fists and host a party
Because never to dance
Is Death studied—
Life was meant for wonder
Hearts heal
Bodies resilient
Minds unimpeachable
At finding enough meaning to continue…

They show us how to love deeply
Differently
With lesser reserve
And when we listen
To their voices
We matter increasingly
Than at any moment prior
We matter more
Engaged in the fabric
Of interconnectivity
Deeply
Seeking to understand another sibling.

We matter more
Embracing Love in our listening
Releasing misjudgment, suspicion, fear, pejorativity.

Earth spins on an axis,
Hurdling through space
Victim of momentum and tension
Gravity and fate.
We exist
Between breath and Death
On our own axes too
Turned, curbed
To the corners by
Socialization, privilege, wealth
Yet tempered undeniably
With the significant gravity
Of choice.

It is Law that we grow
How tall
Left to action and etiquette
So be curious
Brave
Open
Understanding
Stand in awe
Of this life
Built by others
Including details
Such as you.

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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Moving Through the Rubble Inside

I was reminded today of a poem I wrote a few years ago. I wanted to share it. I’m not currently breaking up with anyone or drastically changing my life these days, but I’ve been musing on the ups and downs of emotions and mental stability which we wade through as the years go by… What are these fires we are forged in? What are the meanings that we make? How to dip into a lake of resilience and make home in a decision to keep living, to continue, or to move on…?

Six Seeds
By Creature/Karin Webb

Your ghost is in smells that I unwittingly bump into
I turn over in bed and your pillow attacks
Right now I don’t want to be reminded
But where are you when I do
Your ghost is unreliable, a trait I should have become familiar
Your ghost could be banished with a burning torch of sage
And I don’t want to
I’m not ready
I don’t want to live with you, Ghost
But I can’t seem to clean myself up and move on today
I am not unlike Ghost
Here but hidden
Persephone roaming the halls of her home
It wasn’t underworld love that we chose
It was flowers and fruit
Flirtation with pain and desire
It was laughter through tears, discovering sex, holding hands, jumping into adventure, fixing things that got broken along the way
I let you calm me into coming
Your cave seemed a castle, but you don’t escape it yourself
And I wander
I was slowly forgetting the fields, and the others above
One by one red pieces of that beautiful tree come up in my mouth
Omen there will be daylight
I will dance with the family I call home
Grass will grow
Snow will melt
And I don’t know who I’ll be on that day
I not sure who I have been

Today I sit with you, wantedunwanted loved ghost
Breathe you in
Feel pain the shape of separation
The shape of self pity and old fears
Cry the shape of loss
Until I’m tired/sick/happy/old/rested enough to seek out what I must
My own
Solid
Flesh

 

Play On My Friends,
~ Creature

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