Eye Refuse

By Mac Guerreiro

Eye don’t understand,

Eye can’t understand,

Eye refuse to,

How one can can hurt void of remorse and walk free,

Although that seems to be the history,

In all honesty,

Well when does it stop?

When the souls of his victims begin to rot from inside?

Because the one who harmed them gets to roam outside?

With support from so many others who turn a blind eye,

It’s come to a time in which eye can’t separate my pain from theirs,

This could happen to any of us,


Yet no one seems to care,

Not enough to say enough,

Not enough to put in effort,

Not enough to hold canceling to its name,

Well eye refuse to be the same,

Some will look at me with disdain,

A mocking glance at best,

Because on this topic eye refuse to rest,

Woman were hurt,

Are being hurt,

Are being SCARRED,

Because as a society we’re cowards,

So mock me,

Call me stupid,

Do whatever you’re gonna do,

Meanwhile eye’ll keep fighting for this world to be safe for #metoo.



By Mac Guerreiro

To see you this way,

Your body barely able to carry your weight,

It makes me wish to say,

“It’s okay,

You can go now,

Be on your way”

You taught me so much,

Taught us,

Taught us how to love,

It seems that you all do that,

You choose your students,

And along for the ride we go,

What a hell of a ride it is,

To have intertwined my life with his,

Till the day when the lessons are learned,

When our road is done,

And off you are to be One,

Your chosen form never gone,

Because in our hearts you live on,

Eye thought it would be harder because you’re going away,

Eye see now,

It’s harder to watch you stay,

But it’s just one more day,

One more night,

Thank you for waiting for me before taking flight,

Eye will always carry your light,

Within me it glows,

Through my actions it shows,

Eye’m so grateful to have been one of the ones you chose.


Anxious Insight

By Mac Guerreiro

Eye’m starting to see,

Eye’m starting to see how this isn’t about me,

How a trail of hurt has left you scarred,

How for you this “relationship thing” is already hard,

Eye’ve been feeling wronged,

Because if roles were flipped forgiveness would have already been a given,

Bringing you closer to me once again would have been the only decision,

But the thing is that eye can see who you are,

Even in moments when eye feel that we’re apart,

And then eye check myself and ask,

“What is the image in the mirror he is holding?”

He shows me the unforgiving ice queen,

The aspect in me who can only see,

A reject or be rejected scenario,

And it’s then that my heart softens just a little,

Eye can understand what might be his intention,

In spite of the hurt from not being extended any compassion,

And the sting of not being given a well-deserved benefit of the doubt,

All of the anger is gone

And eye’m left with just the undeniable void that forms when his energy opts out,

It sits in my chest like a vacuum of sorts,

And eye feel trapped because reaching out is a last resort,

You see,

We’re not so different after all,

When eye feel rejected like this,

It takes monumental happenings to push me to make the first call,

That’s not to say eye’m not an ever-shifting ball of anxiety,

One moment fine,

The next curled up and crying,

Hoping the phone will ring and it’ll be him calling,

And eye know that eye’d come running,

Even not knowing what the best option could be,

Getting close again would be my first priority,

As eye write eye can’t help but see,

How the knowing that he’ll read this is impacting me,

Feeling more vulnerable than usual,

Eye’ll tap the final keys,

Eye hope eventually even in anger and rage,

You figure out a way to see me.



By Mac Guerreiro

There used to be many of us,

Eye supposed we are all still here,

Merely disconnect by ignorance and fear,

But not merely,

Our disconnection has caused destruction,

It is mirrored in the calloused way many regard the Mother,

Picking her flowers and polluting her waters,

Killing her young and ancient alike,

Asking that this cease isn’t enough,

Because the problem lies within us,

Within the sisterhoods that we’re swallowed by time,

Swallowed by crimes,

Crimes of men whom feared the power,

The power deriving from the ultimate flower,

Unaware that this power wants to be shared,

Shared with the masculine that proves to be grown,

The one whom can hold his own and provide space,

Space for her energy to glow,

Flow and grow,

The ancient ones knew,

They provided red tents for us during our moons,

Brought us food and provided protection,

In exchange for the magic connection,

One we must reignite,

By joining hands in shadow and in light,

The integration begins when the sisters reunite.


By Mac Guerreiro

The legends are told,
Time and time again till they’re old,
And as they age pieces begin to fade,
Key pieces,
The ones that make sense of the whole,
Without them the stories don’t hold,
Not properly,
And the gaps widen with time,
Until someone finally decides to set it right.


By Mac Guerreiro

Eye really wanted you you tonight,
Eye really want you,
Your lips on my face,
Your ravenous embrace,
Eye long to feel the way your biceps curl,
Around me,
Your hands pulling me closer,
You’re my home,
And tonight eye feel denied,
Eye know it isn’t like that,
Please believe that eye know,
It doesn’t make this feeling any less so.


By Mac Guerreiro

It’s not huge,
Can’t quite call it a rhythm,
But it’s the closest eye’ve gotten,
Finally finding a system,
Something that works for me,
My own caldron,
With all of my dreams,
A small basket for the day to day,
It genuinely feels as if Eye’m finding my way.


By Mac Guerreiro

It feels that every time the stitches begin to set,
One comes loose,
Threatening to reopen the wound entirely,
Eye don’t know how to not fret,
Eye don’t know how to not expect the worst,
Eye don’t know how because of the very first,
And every one after that,
Eye wish eye could be better for you,
More healed,
More aware,

An Investment

By Mac Guerreiro

That’s how eye’d like to see it,
The action it takes,
To go where Eye’m headed,
A place in which eye am at cause,
Deriving my abundance,
Through my talents and skills,
As opposed to through someone else,
An investment,
In time and energy,
But towards things eye truly enjoy doing,
Finding that joy again,
Is my greatest mission,
Learning to enjoy this journey void of completion.


By Mac Guerreiro

It looks differently than eye imagined,

Where eye thought eye’d push harder,

Eye’m releasing my grip,

Where eye thought eye’d be doing more,

Eye am removing things from my “must do’s,”

Eye’m honoring the primitive ones,

The ones whom didn’t get to grow,

The ones whom got banished before eye could even know,

The daredevil,

The sorceress,

The sex goddess,

The Serpent Queen,

All waiting for me to see,

All waiting,

Some not so patiently,

Most not quietly.

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