Powerful Woman

Powerful woman, queen gold and shining.
She has fighting colors, as strong as a sunburst
She opened her heart, and now it swims in liquid nitrogen and hot fizzling fire.
Slice that pen-marked cheek and rally for insanity as this woman
inside me) bubbles out.
Never fuse, just light the end and watch it burn delightfully.
Crazy guitar strings are plucked and intensity unfolds.

True Power!

This Sienna, yes, the one with the “S”
She is dualistic in her pure Gemini form.
In order to get through spoken words in abnormal positions.
She is a ruler of all things, dominates the gold and orange.

Too much to handle, she thinks not.
Hand her reign over to the women goddesses.
Spiritually here and alarming, sneaking poetry between hidden blank sheets.
Only the sun can know her indestructible musings.

In the back of the room,
particles align and are ready to explode into thousands of yellow-red-orange orbs.
Levels of nourishment.

A mark is made.

Nature is this woman’s mind.
She feels moutainloads and ships cargobanks to pull that might up.
Made up of inconceivable parts of being.
Yes, she has fizzy silver bones, palpated sinking hearts,
a neon-green liver, steel-wool lungs, meaty palms, and a pure golden bladder.
She is an entity, fully in love,
exerting her power on the world to bend its reality.
Maybe look at the meat-machine,
sluice open her head, and you will find a Sienna-colored brain.
Not grey, or gray, or bulbous matter.
This woman has a soul, like a clock that tells the wrong time,
but it is always correct.
A complete unit, never ill or malfunctioning.
She powers on through the bad stuff and minute perils.
She powers on through the doubt and skepticism.
This woman eats the universe; swallows it whole.
A composite unity,
which smirks and bellows fiercely into empty, dark caves.
She brings light to resistance and fury to stagnant brain cells.
This solid woman of power sparkles when she feels like it.
She smiles, all the time, because of her shallow happiness.