by | Mar 30, 2021 | Personal

Embodying history
For two thousand years
A little bit of weight (*1)
Me, always shifting gears

A daughter, lover, mother wife
Sometimes, a little whore (*2)
Learning and discarding
Always wanting more (*3)

Analytic observation
A little OCD
Cause, affect, chaos, calm
Deconstructing what is seen

The stories, myths of yester-years
That chase us down the path
Reduce our very essence (*4)
Exposure is my task

Frequency, vibration
And how humanity enters in
Consciousness and spirit
Solidification of what has been

Love, hate, the creative word
All have a part to play
‘Group-think’ through propaganda
Results are on display

Pregnant is the Universe
Providing something new
How each one of us propagates
What we’re going through

Reality is opening
Our minds no longer under siege
The shadows and the darkness
We’re getting a reprieve

The world is not a conquest
Ruled by just a few
In love with their own interest
‘Green-lighting’ what they chose

Competitions brought us many things
A collective with it’s needs
Cooperation and forgiveness
At this point will set us free

Observation of the changes
Not judgment laced with grief
Conduits of transformation
Will bring this world to peace

7:05 PM – 7:35 PM


(*1) Tongue in cheek, “A little bit of weight” refers to the weight of
trying to integrate one’s mind into all the corners of change that has
taken place over the last 2,000 years.

(*2) In a culture bound up in tradition, having a relationship outside of
wedlock entitles one to a category, just saying, lol.

(*3) More experiences, not more sex, pervert. (LOL)

(*4) As we embrace history, it’s giants and its failures the largest group
of us have difficulty relating to them, we’re just the billions of
deplorables living inside this Matrix constructed by someone else.

Linda Brady

Linda Brady

Grandma Linda is a squigily peg in a square hole. Her poetry is aimed at moving the world to love, unity and perfect margaritas. And after years of perfecting the art, she has the skill to paint a better world and make it so.

When she is not serving customers, gazing at rocks, or visiting her grandchildren Linda is writing poetry. And even during all the above activities she has been known to write still.

– Zackary (self proclaimed “Favorite Grandson”)