Elitist Artists

Artists who think they are better than everyone,
because they are starving artists.
They are the biggest posers of them all.

They capitalize on art just by being an “artist.”
It’s them who took random pieces of the Earth,
and said this piece here, it is art.
They chopped up the Earth into art exhibits.

They say, “I create art, while you just work in business.”

Don’t those elitist fools know by now –
Everything is art.

The universe is nothing but creation.
We are all artists- making our creations.

So please,
Grow up your consciousness’ to become an artist,
Standing in the truth of your self.

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The Poets

It has been the Poets,
Who have reminded us
of our Divine Spark.
A sense of gentleness and ease
that their words embody.
Longs us for home and true mortality.
It didn’t matter their fate,
Riches, fame or fortune.
A poet is made by their heart.
For having the courage to speak one’s whole heart.
They bring us back to our true essence.
Never was an easy job, but absolutely unstoppable.

Ratty’s Poetry on TV

ACMI Public Channel

Thank you, Tim Hall
For taking me to stand with other poets on Arlington Community Media
And for showing me that misogyny is for men who are afraid to be vulnerable
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Like a Dolphin

This is my story
It’s not pretty,
It’s not what I expected it to be.

Many parts of it – I’m ashamed of.
Some days, I don’t want to look at it
It’s embarrassing.
In a needing approval way,
Like a lost dolphin.

What kind of dolphin goes lost?
Shear beauty and human brain capacities,
Are not enough for the abandoned ones.

They are endangered.
The captivity process harms them the most.
They don’t like to be closed off from their natural environment.
It’s like a writer without a voice.

But it is – my story.
Every last letter of it.
It is my unique call out into the wild.

Like every dolphin has its own signature whistle,
Rat”eeeey” has her own letters.
R.A.T.T.Y

On Writing & You

Do you know that feeling…
When you’re working on a piece of writing
You can feel it coming up inside of you
You know it is eventually going to come out
But your body and mind is just not yet ready for it

Your consciousness is still processing it all
Still coming to understand it
Like bread that slowly rises in an oven

Then one day, when you are ready
The thought, the idea
Comes to fruition
You feel it push through your being
Onto the page and you know

You know you have nailed it
You have hit the nail right on the head
With perfect precision
It is the feeling of shear creation
To know that everything is exactly as it is
Right in the center of your heart

You have dug
And you have tapped your own well
And you can feel its ink spurting out
Like seamen comes from an orgasm
You can use intellect to hit your God-Spot

I love that I know that feeling in me
And I love, even more, that I know that you know that spot in me
You can hit it because, you have visited it before within yourself
You know the exact walk, down the aisle
Of my most intimate thoughts
Because we read all the same books

The Dig

Some will say I am mad
For spilling all of my heart’s ink
They will disagree, ponder and question my words
Many will be angered and saddened
But I have simply answered the call of my heart

To my fullest, I had the courage to bring forth my jewels
They were in there, I felt them moving about
Like a fisherman pulling fish from the sea
Words were brought to a melody

Give me death if you shall
But I refuse to silence my own voice
I am exhausted and shocked by my own spiritual realizations
Nonetheless, I have completed the Dig
The answer to the heart’s greatest riddle
Has been written…