Greetings and salutations
In every language
We welcome you to our home
Allow me to introduce myself
I AM
I am standing here before you
See
You have danced across my hearth, home, and threshold
I am the Master Man
I wear my father’s last name and my mother’s sweet
subtle sexy smile
You will smile too I promise you
I am the Master of myself and my own inner peace
My Lair is a dream land that only exists when we let
go, release, let the wildfire inside us release
Because we are planets too
Simple like the air, water, and fire
Elements so pure
Spiritual
Unbelievable
But I dare you
I dance before you naked and I dare you to dream with
me, dance with me, sing with me, stand with me, work with me, evolve with me ,mature and live and believe in
something God Himself dreamed
Let the children’s laughter lead us
Dream
Do it
Do it with me
Recognize yourself – REAL
REALLY
Recognize
Rejoice
Recreate
Reflect
Rest
Rest Rest
Ride into z tide
I see you see yourself
Burning impressions
Perceptions
Rods and cones in earthly eyes you’ve submitted
sleepily to close
Flame smoke ash
Whip, Woman,
She enters
and Lassssssssssshes batting, cheeks bursting, blushing
Laughing – Whooo Ha Ha Ha
My dreams are realized
fire reflects my dance and your open mouth agape, no
words, not breath can even escape
… Now, allow me to introduce my partner in
Dream-time-crime-lemon-lime
She reacts as a dream warrior goddess and my balls of
fire are drenched in her pure wet precious pussy pet
she sees and so she sings, she fuels my fiery dreams
with words that drips more loverly than the honey she
opens her hive for me to sip
My Queen
b
SHE SINGs
“Lover Lover Love
Amore, Habbibi, AnaBaHebbeck, GongTunGuy, I love you,
You spoke of every language, a cacophony of coloratura
culture clashing cosmic cataclysmic combustion,
So I’m bustin
Bustin
Balls out Earth Fire Flesh Death Scent a souvenir I’ll
never forget
Flashbacks Dreams of Scenes such as this
We treasure them so innocently, sleeping through the
dream,
But alas I must stand and awaken all that is
I must sing and put my music where my mouth is
Dreams and compositions and dancers and love
So pure
Wet Living Energy
God’s only everlasting dream
Eternity
Is
We are
You and I
Girl and Guy
Wind, Water, Wonder, Woman,
Fire, Father, Feather, Fly, Forever, Free, Friend
Frolic and play
Dance
Marry moments mothers man meaning May
Be”
~ Rachel Staples ~ 6/13/06 3:23pm

~The Age of the Goddess ~
It is nearing the end of the summer season on planet
Earth, 6 years after the turn of the millennium … we
are all awaiting the growing pains of change, finding
answers to explain all the questions we ponder, all
the questions we pitch at the Gods and Emps of our own consciousness. We have evolved and not just mere evolution, not just creation theories, but Renaissance and the progress towards the planet’s death yielded from the retroactive waste of Industrial Revolution.

I am a woman. I realize that there has never been another time in homosapien history (as we know it) that a woman has been recognized enough to have a voice, a vote … wide scale … an ability to coax … coax man away from believing that Eve and Adam ate the apple … Believe me, I pray it will not be seen as any sort of blaspheme, but believe me … God planted a tree of knowledge in all of us … we are each a garden of amazing creativity … we all possess feminine and
masculine qualities … procreation is production passed
on by simple pulsation … love is the equation that equals our creation ... we each possess a pulsing
muscle-heart-part … now-a-days some heart’s tick with
a touch of man’s own art … fake body parts … minds
amazingly smart … able to pick apart the human heart
and salvage it … and cleanse it … Man and Woman …
human solo sapiens exist in these vessels of
pulsation … reacting with other viewing embodiments of
creation … a percentage is stolen by chance … the
chance to breathe, beat, bear fruit, believe, and be …
the chance I must learn in life to take a chance on me
… the chance to accept the fate of being aware … Aware
and Awake and Acknowledging days passing from breast
feeding to pull-up underwear … we each have an
inexplicable animal instinct … interesting to use the
word animal when describing this character trait of
instinct … when we lose instinct is that when we as
people die or we as a species become extinct?
So here is the main purpose of all these proposed
questions … I want to unveil the Goddess. God made man
and woman … each in His own image … each with the
miracle instinct that we would then procreate … So
the dream, the creation, lives on through our ability
to multiple and divide, like the sun setting, evolving
into the luminous mysterious pie in the sky, that escapes our sight by slipping into the tide … Wait Wait
Wait … Halt right there … here is the heart of the
Heiress unharnished … who is to say that Heaven, the
Powers that be, the Powers that created you, and me,
and chemistry, and the earth and the sea … Who’s to
say it isn’t a family … A Holy family … a spiritual
celestial stronger than physical, pair … a pair of
lovers … a pair of lovers who painted the sky … A
Goddess and a God that made emptiness evolution
erupting into Earth, Sky, you and I, girl and guy …
The veil is lifted for all to see … ‘Tis the Age of
the Goddess … The age of acknowledging that our
existence exists as long as the embryos elide,
parting of pride, parting of her legs, like the tide,
and the embryo starts inside … inside the womb … most
heaven-like place on the mortal side … inside a
virgin’s womb … which is for some reason a place every
man wants to de-virginize … is it because for a moment
man becomes like Christ … holy for a moment then
forever leaving the womb open and strangely not as
inviting as an already visited vagina … so are penises
the satan snake and is my womb woman’s willingness to
eat sinful forbidden fruit? Well I know that’s what
I’ve been taught … but I think NOT … taste this food
for thought … We are forgiven … forgiven for what?
Forgiven for being born in sin … no silly .. not that
sad-old-sick-o sin … We are perfect in everyway … and
God-Mother and God-Father breathe life into us each
day … and inside the Garden of Eden we will forever
stay … protected only by our minds being aware and
acknowledging, that which giveth and taketh away ... do not burn yourself with the hell-fire guilt of your instinctive way ... love and love and love and enlighten yourself ... become like the gods and FEAR NOT ... cause otherwise you make your own life hell-hot ... relieve yourself from the chains of mental pains ... relinquish this burden humanity has been tricked into bearing ... and give into the love you are made of.
Rachel Staples ~ 8/12/06 8:55am

What’s in Like in LA?
Its Like,
I get up in the morning and face the day
Not every thing always goes my way
But sometimes it does
And that is good
Maybe we shouldn’t think that it should
I like to put on my head phones
And walk my dog around LA
And wonder how I got here and how long I will stay
I look some people right in the eye
Some I won’t even let peripheral have a try
That’s why I love these brown framed glasses
They block out the masses
And also sometimes
I cannot help my self
I cannot
I see someone and their eye I have caught
For a moment my breath is taken away
They remind me something
Something far away
Too bad I cannot remember their face in a day
So anyway
I walk around LA
And sometimes the sidewalk is cracked
Or someone is living there
Or there is a fight or accident in the street
Some times you meet people you don’t want to meet
But other times it is someone
Maybe you already know
And in a place like this
That is nice, or at least star magazine says so
I like to get off work
And rinse off my dress-up-do
I change to my quiet self
And just watch people do what they do
I used to perch
Back when I lived in the south
I would watch my old neighbor
She was beautiful and dark, with soft wrinkles around her mouth
I would stare people down as they drove past in a car
I pretended I could see their soul
But I literally cannot see that far
And so I wear my brown glasses
And magnify the weakness in my eyes, but
It magnifies my true character, a Mother Nature compromise
The real self
The real me
And I like it like that
And I want to shout
“Hey just being me,
Well,
It really turns me on!"
Because I know how I feel
And I feel like the war has been won
Or should I say finished, cause no one wins a war
war
I try not to think of it a lot
I think of what this planet has become
Like a spoiled brat that doesn’t know what she’s got
We can walk around the city
Or sleep on the street
Or go to McDonald’s to get something unhealthy to eat
Forgive me, but back on the sad subject of war
War is surely a thing of the past
my texts book would have swore
They told me of all these terrible things that happened before
and I think, How did we allow it to get out of our hands?
blowing up people and their homelands
It is hard to imagine a war
When you are walking your dog
Behind brown glasses
On a crackled side walk
But I still feel the tension is some of the eyes I catch
Or in some of the circumstances I watch
~Rachel Staples~ 9/2/05 11:07 PCT