The Magic of the Matriarchy

Poetry

Sitting and sipping a warm glass of tea

hoping it’ll revive me,

the same way I drink down the whiskey.

But maybe what is gone & dead deserves to be

and to bring back what has already moved on

is the cause of all this anarchy.

Revelation, we see

instead of the revolution we need.

I’m knees deep…

or head over feet…

in with the enemy.

The AI, shaped Chat GPT.

So hoping this tea and whiskey

will cure the silky sheets beneath me

while I snuggle up closer to this little screen

is a lie I made to keep me

from having to face a darker reality.

Although, I made it here tonight, you see…

So my plea is not altogether true.

And worship song comes through:

“Altogether worthy.

Altogether wonderful to me.”

The screen changes color

and I remember that the only thing I need

more than the tea,

than the whiskey,

and the Chat GPT,

is the consistency…

To show up for the matriarchy,

instead of the patriarchy.

Aren’t we all so tired…

of the ways we think we ought to be.

Of these men shaping our realities,

intruding in to our communities,

only to leave broken babies, families, & obscenities.

To have believed for far too long their falsities.

A prophet sent to murder the makers,

the true creators of this realty.

The wombs upholding the only truth they know how.

A snake is in the garden and yet

we burned the witches…

not the serpents?

Its our time now to repent

to the ones producing the juice of life

to the ones bringing forth the magic of realms unknown to MAN-kind

but impossibly walked by only WOMAN-kind.

For you were not birthed from dust

but from the safe,

succulent waters that flow beneath the rib of your mother

and to Mother Earths dust you shall return.

So I sip here and wonder how I could have been taken over

by the heartless grip of consumerism and capitalistic greed

that needs brown babies to continue to succeed.

It is from which these monsters feed.

And again I plead…

Let each sip of this tea, shift me back into a sacred reality

where art flows and love grows,

and we remember that there is always enough

because a mother never lets her children go hungry.

The matriarchy is for all to bloom.

So now it is time to let the patriarchy burn

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