Category Archives: Poems

Raw Love

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Love is raw, deep and full of

aspirations…..

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel is raw

It is beauty and the beast mixed into one

It is heaven and hell at the same time

 

Love is not butterflies in your stomach

it is not googly eyes on your mate

it is not apple and spice and everything nice!

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel is deep

it is a mix of good with the bad

it is calm with a touch of intense

 

Love is not an act of neediness

it is not jealousy and fear

it is not neediness or helplessness

 

Love at the bottom of the barrel are aspirations

it is a pen to paper of goals

it is a cloud full of dreams

 

Love is not what you think of love

Love is a 24-hour job you hate to love

Love is raw, deep and full of

aspirations…..

 

 

 

The Crazy to my Sanity

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He is the apple to my sauce

the chocolate to my milk

the cheese to the crackers

 

He is the cracks from the quake

the flood from the rainfall

the lightning from the storm

 

He is the crazy in my sanity

The sanity to my crazy

the sanity in our craze

 

My plate would be

bare without my

hungry tummy

 

My cup would be

empty without my

wine and dine

 

We would be obsolete

without honey and bee’s

will you please…

 

 

 

 

Book Review-Hummingbird

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One of the best books I’ve ever read in my entire life!

If you like reading deep, personal, passionate, history based books, then try this one out!

I felt as if I was truly amongst my people in what was Mexica in the 1500s. Yes, “Mexica”, which is now coined as “Mexico”.

This story will take you back to the year 1583 in the city of Coyoacan, the outskirts of Tenochtitlan, Mexico. This was the period when the famous (infamous on my terms) Don Hernan Cortes visited the Aztecas when the Aztec King Moctezuma awaited his arrival.

There is an Indigenous women who actually lived through the fall of of what was once a beautiful Azteca world called Mexica.

This story explains in detail what happened when Cortes arrived and she reports to a Catholic Spaniard Pope of her personal experiences.

Without going into detail, the protagonist is “Father Benito Lara” and the the telling author is “Huitzitzilin”, which is a name that comes from her native language of Nahuatl. The teller is fully aware that Spaniards cannot pronounce her name, so she tells them to call her “hummingbird”.

Try it out! This story will take you to new heights or glorious dreams, unbelievable stories and hypnotic vibes.

Enjoy!

“When Cortes left the chamber, three of his captains remained. One of them was Baltazar Obando. They had their ordera, and those of us who had remained in the room knew what was going to happen. Moctezuma’s wife tried to shield her husband, but one of the Spaniards hit her on the head and she died”

A snippet of the best book ever.

-Camistar.com

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Disarrayed Flower

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Ravishing from head to toe.  Her mind jumbled with a million thoughts attempting to formulate one word.  One thought. One idea to express the monstrosity composed of her mind.

A delicate flower, full of life and laughter.  Her laughter allures an audience of well-formed men and women oblivious of her chaotic mind.

Wine in hand, fire stick in another, whispering sweet nothings to supposed lovers.  Lovers enticed with her fired soul.  Burning flesh as they osculate each whisper of her misery.

Mad for classical air, she refrains from cowering to his glow.  Under the blinking stars, she yearns to rejoice in conscious oblivion.  Aware of the needed solitude, he retreats from her disarrayed mind.

The delicate flower blooms among her own isolation.  Descended deeper into her delicate realm.  She continues to walk her ravishing life as onlookers admire her composure unaware of the obscurity of her own mind.

Beyond her world lies one mind.  One soul.  One heart.  One flower.  Her world.  Desolate of consciousness.  Death will take her life.  Chaos will feed into hypocrisy.  She is simply a conscious flower living among weeds.

Weeds of our world.

As to her is to you.  As with you is with her.  Crumbles of cutter.

Catch the jumbles if you can.

She can.

-Cami*Star


 

 

 

 

 

 

Scream it out….

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“So, I got edges that scratch” -Banks

“The way you rock” -The Peaches.

“Another time….another f*cken time” -Le Tigre.

“No candy for you!” -Bikini Kill

Fem rock,

Feminist screams,

Speaking it!

Telling it!

Yelling it!

Embracing it!

-Cami-Star

 

 

 

~Keep Moving~

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~Keep Moving~

Jet fueling

Heavens above

Dirt below

Eyes in a haze

Across the maze

~Keep Moving~

Life is ajar

Never too far

Tars of afar

Spars are spars

~Keep Moving~

Fixed motions

Never stopped

Take that pop

Drink up 

Then mop

~Keep Moving~

Shifting

Oscillating

Wavering

We are forever 

in a state of

Movement.

-Cami-Star 2017

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