This is a poem I started writing in late 2019, while I was trying something new for a format style of writing. I really enjoyed creating it. I describe it more as intutitive writing rather than automatic writing.

A note to self, love fills all wounds.

The wild winds of Earth's weather mystery, like the edits of human history. To know what is nature, what is sound, and what is not normal from the ground? To and from the mind we keep, that echoes forth from a connection deep; with our feet, and everything we meet, to feel the rhythm of Earth's heart beat. Who or what is the Tempest and where and when for all these questions?

How to know there is more to know if we don't know what to know because no one taught us to know how to learn to know that it was there within us the whole time? Lifetimes and lifetimes yet there is only this one?

How anxiety manifests itself like a memory of a long lost way of life buried deep within the soul. The 'way things are' can chip away and mold to the society or community expectation or mandate of how it should be, or at least appear to others as so. When there is no room for error or growth, or divergence, a suppression of the oppression happens.

This is the story about a magical tree that has moved throughout the land to help fix, or explain, anomalies and to balance what has been imbalanced. It's full of metaphors and symbology, and is a work in progress. Started in 2020.

A living waking memory of paths once walked upon, as all records in the library of the mind contain every story, and every line. A reality within worlds and a journey to cross through them to discover what lay buried, or hidden, to prevent further manipulation and artificial slumber, for minds that were meant to remember. Written November 2017, edit added 2/15/24

A poem about adventure in slumber, and the ability to recall some of those experiences, feelings, symbols, intuitions, and interpretations by ruminating, and writing it down, after having awakened. Written in November of 2019

After a kind of trauma to my mind, I started intuitively channeling stuff I'd kept in for a long time. Feelings, emotions, experiences, memories, and creative writings. This poem was having felt muted, or silenced, or kept from using my voice the way it was meant to be. A lot of grief and anger came up from writing what I wish I could have been able to speak. August of 2019

A poem of questions and concerns about what's going on in the world. And, how to get the mind, body, and spirit unfurled? How do we get to openness, and trust, that isn't creating easy targets to deceive, twist, manipulate, and crush?

This is a convoluted story about a woman on a journey of self discovery; sleeping and waking. As if the path was a vortex going down, and each turn is a newer and higher perspective of the self before that. She keeps meeting pieces of herself that were lost or forgotten, and reintegrates them. Written in 2017

This is a story about a family that is fragmented, and they become so involved in their life, in the devices and routine, in the overwhelm of the day to day... They forget themselves and they forget about the joy they used to feel for what is called, life. Until one day she walks up to the front door, sits and waits for them to see her again. Written in May of 2019

A natural woman's journey of finding herself in world of forgetfulness, and labels trying to standardize identity through a system of structure, manipulation, and confinement. Written in December of 2020

The Captain Raccoon from the Dreaming Planet seeks a treasure though a guiding compass of his heart's desire. Not knowing what it is he seeks, he travels through all the distant world's searching for something. Though he thinks it lies outside of him, he learns valuable lessons that teach him what is truly important. Written in May, 2019 - Chalk drawn concept art (Bowman).

A world within worlds of realms on the dream streams. A lone creature of land & sea longs to be free from limits & fears. A small light enters a cave of mysteries & reminds her that things are not always as they appear to seem. Edit was written in Dec, 2019. Concept from Dec 2018.

What's really in the 'junk' within us? And why are there questions that don't seem to have an answer? Or is the answer an elusive record? Individual and collective? Written the day it was published on here. (Microsoft Word, through a family package Office bundle plan via my father, J Ross - who never goes by Jr)

Thoughts in feeling, feeling in thoughts... Wondering what happened to what was lost. And how to find, within the time, a rhyme to keep between the lines.

A creature of land and sea, hides within a magical cave of ancient origin. Oneday she has an unexpected guest that helps her remember the fragments of herself on the Dreaming Planet. Concepts written in 2018, with this being written in December 2018

The beginning of a story about a girl who had an ephemeral experience to an enigmatic multi-dimensional space whale. Written in December of 2018

This is a poetry story thinking back to the wonders and adventure to be had in the view of my child self, to others young at heart. (Is a work in progress). Written in October of 2019

A poem about a garden, with a tree that speaks through its roots, communicating with the land, and with the beings that are connected to it. Written in May of 2019

A poem of the Moon Lady and the mysterious Man. Written in January of 2020

An adventure in quantum multi-dimensional navigation through a world that is out of balance. From anomalies, to secret societies, & a corrupted dark matter/energy. A woman ventures through life, guided by higher senses, & meets a friend where they learn about the area together & its strange history. Written in Jan of '20. Longer version moved to my Wordpress & Rumble (works cited)

This is a spiritual poem about a woman that rediscovers herself, and a higher love, through a memory of that soul spark within her. And, no matter how lost one feels, or how lost one can get in life, that spark is always there, waiting to be reawakened. (Image is of an acrylic painting my twin sister, Andrea, did that helped to inspire this poem). Written in November of 2019

An old adventure resurfaces of time stirring in the back of the mind, in the beginning a beginning of sorts, twisting and turning, like an old clock tower; beings chained in time and space. May of 2023

Laia, a faery girl, lives in Faeryland (a world of magic, adventure, and faery beings). Her hearts' desire is adventure, seeking places and meeting all that she can. This is her adventure in exploring the Other Worlds.