Christine St.Croix (@queen_ofthetribes)

Christine St.Croix

@queen_ofthetribes

Native American poet. Inspired by the universal sound of all things. Yesterday is no more, tomorrow is not promised. Live in the moment n love deeply

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How Beautiful is the storm that presents itself before the dawn of new life... this is the place where memories once came to haunt my bones in the flesh of my past that swallowed up my blue skies and calm seas with her tempest heart. Do not be faint of heart for all the raging storms combined can not take away the soul of my soul says I. I may be flesh and bones but My light will live on forever among the stars where I once shined so bright before I fell from grace to this a land filled with the darkness of mans inhumanity to man. 
It is here that I learned not to judge mans transgressions against me for though I was tossed into the mighty raging seas of life that raged against my flesh, I was victorious a thousand times over, as I learned to walk on the seas of life instead of being drown in the outpouring of My Soul in anguish. Dare you judge the living in their darkest hours before you know the secrets of their hearts pain and joys, as no one knows where I have been and how much I had to bare to get to where I am today, but if you dare to know me. Let not your lips judge me for all the blessings I bestowed upon your head will only bless you away from my life. There is nothing more beautiful than the heart of one who has been through the fires of Hell upon their flesh and came out of the fires "The Phoenix" always rises new. Christine St.Croix 11/18/2017  photo borrowed by a dear friend at @vargoga666 What a beautiful photographer she is too, have a look.  #life #wordporn #writing #love #kindnessmatters #light #darkness #master #self #forgive #blessings #word #phoenix #fires #hell #peace #sea #tempest #raging #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #me

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How Beautiful is the storm that presents itself before the dawn of new life... this is the place where memories once came to haunt my bones in the flesh of my past that swallowed up my blue skies and calm seas with her tempest heart. Do not be faint of heart for all the raging storms combined can not take away the soul of my soul says I. I may be flesh and bones but My light will live on forever among the stars where I once shined so bright before I fell from grace to this a land filled with the darkness of mans inhumanity to man. It is here that I learned not to judge mans transgressions against me for though I was tossed into the mighty raging seas of life that raged against my flesh, I was victorious a thousand times over, as I learned to walk on the seas of life instead of being drown in the outpouring of My Soul in anguish. Dare you judge the living in their darkest hours before you know the secrets of their hearts pain and joys, as no one knows where I have been and how much I had to bare to get to where I am today, but if you dare to know me. Let not your lips judge me for all the blessings I bestowed upon your head will only bless you away from my life. There is nothing more beautiful than the heart of one who has been through the fires of Hell upon their flesh and came out of the fires "The Phoenix" always rises new. Christine St.Croix 11/18/2017 photo borrowed by a dear friend at @vargoga666 What a beautiful photographer she is too, have a look. #life #wordporn #writing #love #kindnessmatters #light #darkness #master #self #forgive #blessings #word #phoenix #fires #hell #peace #sea #tempest #raging #writingcommunity #writersofinstagram #me

What do you see when you look in the mirror... are you happy with what you see when Your walking after the midnight hour to no-where but the bedroom, so are you comfortable in your own skin or maybe not. In the darkness of each night when the world is quiet and no one is around to bother your thoughts, as you sit with yourself in the shadows of life. What can you say about yourself., sitting by the mirror of Your life. These are the honest hours of the night, so how do you sum yourself up in those long hours before the breaking of dawns early light. No one should get to judge you before you do, but let not the thoughts feelings and emotions of others dictate how You see yourself in this ... your darkest hour, like black opium in your veins running a system check that drags you down into the muck and mire of your shadows past in pain and grief, do we walk through the door of yesterday and into today with the sticky things of life's flaws in humanities  closets and halls where you get to be someone else's play thing in the dead of their Hearts. No no no you are more than that! You are more than your past no matter what that is, and you are not someone's play thing to make it their point to shove you down the frailty of life's well with the poison of their own minds blood that throbs within their veins against you, because they can not look in their own mirror. Be Who you are and Love yourself in your darkest hour and know that you are okay the way you are now, as the sun's early light dawns upon your face. Blessings People. I am honored to know you as you are today, in new light. Christine St.Croix 11/16/2017 Photo by @backtogrey I welcome a new follower's photos to my gallery. #wordporn #you #writersofinstagram #us #we #photography #life #love #instagramer #dark #darkness #writing #mirror #blacknwhite #light #face #writingcommunity #poems

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What do you see when you look in the mirror... are you happy with what you see when Your walking after the midnight hour to no-where but the bedroom, so are you comfortable in your own skin or maybe not. In the darkness of each night when the world is quiet and no one is around to bother your thoughts, as you sit with yourself in the shadows of life. What can you say about yourself., sitting by the mirror of Your life. These are the honest hours of the night, so how do you sum yourself up in those long hours before the breaking of dawns early light. No one should get to judge you before you do, but let not the thoughts feelings and emotions of others dictate how You see yourself in this ... your darkest hour, like black opium in your veins running a system check that drags you down into the muck and mire of your shadows past in pain and grief, do we walk through the door of yesterday and into today with the sticky things of life's flaws in humanities closets and halls where you get to be someone else's play thing in the dead of their Hearts. No no no you are more than that! You are more than your past no matter what that is, and you are not someone's play thing to make it their point to shove you down the frailty of life's well with the poison of their own minds blood that throbs within their veins against you, because they can not look in their own mirror. Be Who you are and Love yourself in your darkest hour and know that you are okay the way you are now, as the sun's early light dawns upon your face. Blessings People. I am honored to know you as you are today, in new light. Christine St.Croix 11/16/2017 Photo by @backtogrey I welcome a new follower's photos to my gallery. #wordporn #you #writersofinstagram #us #we #photography #life #love #instagramer #dark #darkness #writing #mirror #blacknwhite #light #face #writingcommunity #poems

Darkness comes from within or without... there is nothing out there that you can not handle if you give yourself half a chance. Do not let the darkness chase you away from the light that is within or just ahead. Be brave and stand your ground. Do not let the thoughts of others rule your life and make you feel small or unworthy of Love and a Life You desire. Be the best version of yourself even if you think that your not worthy... trust me. You are just as worthy as anyone else out there to have Love and Happiness. Walk your truth no matter what others think of you because it's Your truth, hold on to it and let It carry you into a beautiful today. If You choose to judge me, I can handle it. I have no problem with it, just remember those who judge will be judged in like manner. I love you all you beautiful souls. 
Have a blessed Day. It's Almost Friday People Christine St.Croix 11/16/2017 photo borrowed @selyannamyangel #wordporn #you #writersofinstagram #me #us #judge #life #love #peace #light #darkness #blessed #grace #giving #kindnessmatters #help #truth #happiness #walk #faith #brave #fear #we #nevergiveup #night

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Darkness comes from within or without... there is nothing out there that you can not handle if you give yourself half a chance. Do not let the darkness chase you away from the light that is within or just ahead. Be brave and stand your ground. Do not let the thoughts of others rule your life and make you feel small or unworthy of Love and a Life You desire. Be the best version of yourself even if you think that your not worthy... trust me. You are just as worthy as anyone else out there to have Love and Happiness. Walk your truth no matter what others think of you because it's Your truth, hold on to it and let It carry you into a beautiful today. If You choose to judge me, I can handle it. I have no problem with it, just remember those who judge will be judged in like manner. I love you all you beautiful souls. Have a blessed Day. It's Almost Friday People Christine St.Croix 11/16/2017 photo borrowed @selyannamyangel #wordporn #you #writersofinstagram #me #us #judge #life #love #peace #light #darkness #blessed #grace #giving #kindnessmatters #help #truth #happiness #walk #faith #brave #fear #we #nevergiveup #night

Self Love... self care is essential in life if you want to be your best for you and those you love. This was the hardest life lesson to learn for me in my life, as I felt I didn't deserve to have time for self.  A bottle of wine, music and candles by the tub can be a safe haven for a soul tired from the everyday requirements of life's demands big and small. It's not just about taking a hot bath. It's far more than that. It's reading a good book or taking up yoga, jogging or getting a massage from a professional or a lover which is best. It's learning a new meditation or taking up art classes even shopping for new clothes. Try this exercise Sit still and hold a image of yourself as young as you can possibly remember... see yourself there back in time. Stand as your adult self and observe what it is you are doing. SEE how small you are and observe how innocent you were at that age. Now walk up to your young self and ask permission to pick yourself up. Hold yourself close with a genuine loving hug. Tell your young self you will love honor and protect yourself from this moment forward, and mean it. Look into the eyes of yourself and say, forgive me for not doing everything I can to make your life a better life up until now, and promise to always show self love from this day forward. Forgive the innocent self that had no power to protect you when you were young but know that there was nothing you could have done to change those days now gone. Let go of the fear of remembering the past and face it full on as truth can set you free. Be brave and stand your ground and feel the pain of the past and then re write you a new ending in those times of youth into what it should have been and see yourself victorious over painful and scary events. Decide today that you will love all of you no matter what. The goofy the silly the broken the victorious self unconditionally no matter what. Hold yourself and accept you as you are now today and forever more. 1000 blessings my dear dear souls I love you each and everyone of you, as you are, My IG Family. Christine St.Croix 11/12/2017 Photo borrowed @sahararaine a beautiful soul #wordporn #writing #love #self #you #me #us #life #we

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Self Love... self care is essential in life if you want to be your best for you and those you love. This was the hardest life lesson to learn for me in my life, as I felt I didn't deserve to have time for self. A bottle of wine, music and candles by the tub can be a safe haven for a soul tired from the everyday requirements of life's demands big and small. It's not just about taking a hot bath. It's far more than that. It's reading a good book or taking up yoga, jogging or getting a massage from a professional or a lover which is best. It's learning a new meditation or taking up art classes even shopping for new clothes. Try this exercise Sit still and hold a image of yourself as young as you can possibly remember... see yourself there back in time. Stand as your adult self and observe what it is you are doing. SEE how small you are and observe how innocent you were at that age. Now walk up to your young self and ask permission to pick yourself up. Hold yourself close with a genuine loving hug. Tell your young self you will love honor and protect yourself from this moment forward, and mean it. Look into the eyes of yourself and say, forgive me for not doing everything I can to make your life a better life up until now, and promise to always show self love from this day forward. Forgive the innocent self that had no power to protect you when you were young but know that there was nothing you could have done to change those days now gone. Let go of the fear of remembering the past and face it full on as truth can set you free. Be brave and stand your ground and feel the pain of the past and then re write you a new ending in those times of youth into what it should have been and see yourself victorious over painful and scary events. Decide today that you will love all of you no matter what. The goofy the silly the broken the victorious self unconditionally no matter what. Hold yourself and accept you as you are now today and forever more. 1000 blessings my dear dear souls I love you each and everyone of you, as you are, My IG Family. Christine St.Croix 11/12/2017 Photo borrowed @sahararaine a beautiful soul #wordporn #writing #love #self #you #me #us #life #we

Fly away... fly away with me and be free. I am the breaker of the winds from out beyond the four corners of the earth. Look to the east where the sun gives birth to the dawns early light. Look to me for I am the seeker of dark passages where all shadows silently fall, slowly I give chase until all hidden things are brought to light. Where are all the hidden passages of your life taking you. I will be the breaker of chains to set you free from the fear of mistakes or the harbinger of destructive patterns revealing all the reasons for sorrows in your past lives up until now. Look to the west were the sun slowly makes her last call to light up the life of man in his quest to find peace in the love and compassion one for another or run himself into the ground with his sad hollow desires to manifest a life full of riches, and things that can feed his passions full of lust and greed. What will come to mind on the last day of your life. What will your heart yearn for then. Will you be full of life, thankful for time spent in the arms of love and in the good company of friends or will you be another love lost in the Frey of life, too tired and afraid to die, while clinging to the pain of hopeful wishes to have more time. I yearn to give you hope for Love all you beautiful souls. I wish you could see what I see when I look into your eyes and see all the beautiful possibilities of a life filled with a joyful and thankful heart, and fly with me... be free to as a bird, flying high in the sky of life. Christine St.Croix 11/11/2017 photo borrowed @irishpome thanks Michael #wordporn #writing #you #poems #me #us #we #life #live #light #flight #raven #blackbird #spirit #dark #passions #shadow #fly #writersofinstagram #love #instaphoto #instagramer

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Fly away... fly away with me and be free. I am the breaker of the winds from out beyond the four corners of the earth. Look to the east where the sun gives birth to the dawns early light. Look to me for I am the seeker of dark passages where all shadows silently fall, slowly I give chase until all hidden things are brought to light. Where are all the hidden passages of your life taking you. I will be the breaker of chains to set you free from the fear of mistakes or the harbinger of destructive patterns revealing all the reasons for sorrows in your past lives up until now. Look to the west were the sun slowly makes her last call to light up the life of man in his quest to find peace in the love and compassion one for another or run himself into the ground with his sad hollow desires to manifest a life full of riches, and things that can feed his passions full of lust and greed. What will come to mind on the last day of your life. What will your heart yearn for then. Will you be full of life, thankful for time spent in the arms of love and in the good company of friends or will you be another love lost in the Frey of life, too tired and afraid to die, while clinging to the pain of hopeful wishes to have more time. I yearn to give you hope for Love all you beautiful souls. I wish you could see what I see when I look into your eyes and see all the beautiful possibilities of a life filled with a joyful and thankful heart, and fly with me... be free to as a bird, flying high in the sky of life. Christine St.Croix 11/11/2017 photo borrowed @irishpome thanks Michael #wordporn #writing #you #poems #me #us #we #life #live #light #flight #raven #blackbird #spirit #dark #passions #shadow #fly #writersofinstagram #love #instaphoto #instagramer

Oh My Soul... my dear dear souls, hear the plea of my voice through the cry of My Heart, reaching out to each and every one of you. Can you hear The Universal Sound of All things great and small flooding the warmth of its light in Love and compassion throughout the very soul of the cosmic mind with sights and sounds of Love. Listen to the wind singing though the trees and within the crashing of the waves upon the shores in unison with the glorious light rays shining down a last embrace to warm your soul from within the cosmic mind of all things in kind. Be one with me in Peace and Love, forgiving self first of past mistakes and embracing self as a beautiful soul within a broken frame of mind, body, of flesh and bones... what can you do for yesterday is no more and this is the last light of another good night under the sun, as the moon in her full glory makes her way into view, raining down her soft supple light to show her passing through the darkness of time in the cycle of her life and mine. I want to speak to you from the core of my soul to let the past rest in the past and grasp today in the glory of her beauty from within the mind set that we are a fragile shell, yet strong beyond compare as we have endured many a shameful past, let not this be who we are ~ this yesterday's frame, just let it be finished and be done. Grab hold of tomorrow's hope and love today in kindness and compassion of self and those you hold dear, in peace, let it be the soft strength of your soul longing to be free of the fear of what if. Just be, my friends, just be. 
Love to you all dear, dear souls πŸ’žπŸ™πŸ’žChristine St.Croix 11/3/2017 photo borrowed @anjaliashni and taken by her dear friend @marcusbloss  #wordporn #light #sun #sunsets #beach #sea #shores #universal #sound #trees #peace #love #you #forgiveness #me #us #we #MyHeart #MySoul #spirit #writersofinstagram #moon #writingcommunity #life #writing #sound #hawaii #kindnessmatters #island

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Oh My Soul... my dear dear souls, hear the plea of my voice through the cry of My Heart, reaching out to each and every one of you. Can you hear The Universal Sound of All things great and small flooding the warmth of its light in Love and compassion throughout the very soul of the cosmic mind with sights and sounds of Love. Listen to the wind singing though the trees and within the crashing of the waves upon the shores in unison with the glorious light rays shining down a last embrace to warm your soul from within the cosmic mind of all things in kind. Be one with me in Peace and Love, forgiving self first of past mistakes and embracing self as a beautiful soul within a broken frame of mind, body, of flesh and bones... what can you do for yesterday is no more and this is the last light of another good night under the sun, as the moon in her full glory makes her way into view, raining down her soft supple light to show her passing through the darkness of time in the cycle of her life and mine. I want to speak to you from the core of my soul to let the past rest in the past and grasp today in the glory of her beauty from within the mind set that we are a fragile shell, yet strong beyond compare as we have endured many a shameful past, let not this be who we are ~ this yesterday's frame, just let it be finished and be done. Grab hold of tomorrow's hope and love today in kindness and compassion of self and those you hold dear, in peace, let it be the soft strength of your soul longing to be free of the fear of what if. Just be, my friends, just be. Love to you all dear, dear souls πŸ’žπŸ™πŸ’žChristine St.Croix 11/3/2017 photo borrowed @anjaliashni and taken by her dear friend @marcusbloss #wordporn #light #sun #sunsets #beach #sea #shores #universal #sound #trees #peace #love #you #forgiveness #me #us #we #MyHeart #MySoul #spirit #writersofinstagram #moon #writingcommunity #life #writing #sound #hawaii #kindnessmatters #island

Mystery... she is the mystery of my soul. Born in the dark waters of pain and despair she rose out of the darkness and into the light. She was blessed by the Gods with the strength of her heart to love and be loved by many a soul who desire her kind of freedom and the compassion of her words, as she always speaks from the well of her heart. She is a wonder to many and a blessing to most for she has emptied out her heart of the dark waters that would poison her soul. Where is she truly from and where will she go when she is no more. She is from out beyond the farthest star made of the dust of the Milky Way's arm, where she gained her crested crown she wears upon her noble brow, given to her after the long winters call. A gift of love the angels did say, because love always follows the sorrow of her aching heart, as forgiveness is all she has left to give, when luck has her down on the ground. This is where she learned to stand tall, though her stature is small, so where will she go where she will call home when it's time to follow the last sun's dying light within her life. where will she roam, after she has been dipped in the cool waters of her life, after she has burned up the full passions of her soul for life itself, as she looks not to the reflections of yesterdays painful embrace, but sets a path with each passing day on a road to a bran new day with a smile and a loving hello. What else is there, she asks you to let not the bitterness of life taint your soul. Be happy in the task of life. Be the vision of what you long to be, is her only advice for the spirit of man was made to free the mind of men  from all his enemies real and unreal, we just need to let go and let love be the vision of your soul at peace.  This is the vision of her soul she hopes to leave as she walks into the dying of her last goodnight, to remember, let Love be the guiding of your own light into your tomorrow's last embrace and fear not what time can not replace but make every effort to be happy in your desire to be the truest reflection of self for though each day is long no one said, tomorrow will come. Christine St.Croix 11/2/2017 photo borrowed @spiritjourney_79 #wordporn #love

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Mystery... she is the mystery of my soul. Born in the dark waters of pain and despair she rose out of the darkness and into the light. She was blessed by the Gods with the strength of her heart to love and be loved by many a soul who desire her kind of freedom and the compassion of her words, as she always speaks from the well of her heart. She is a wonder to many and a blessing to most for she has emptied out her heart of the dark waters that would poison her soul. Where is she truly from and where will she go when she is no more. She is from out beyond the farthest star made of the dust of the Milky Way's arm, where she gained her crested crown she wears upon her noble brow, given to her after the long winters call. A gift of love the angels did say, because love always follows the sorrow of her aching heart, as forgiveness is all she has left to give, when luck has her down on the ground. This is where she learned to stand tall, though her stature is small, so where will she go where she will call home when it's time to follow the last sun's dying light within her life. where will she roam, after she has been dipped in the cool waters of her life, after she has burned up the full passions of her soul for life itself, as she looks not to the reflections of yesterdays painful embrace, but sets a path with each passing day on a road to a bran new day with a smile and a loving hello. What else is there, she asks you to let not the bitterness of life taint your soul. Be happy in the task of life. Be the vision of what you long to be, is her only advice for the spirit of man was made to free the mind of men from all his enemies real and unreal, we just need to let go and let love be the vision of your soul at peace. This is the vision of her soul she hopes to leave as she walks into the dying of her last goodnight, to remember, let Love be the guiding of your own light into your tomorrow's last embrace and fear not what time can not replace but make every effort to be happy in your desire to be the truest reflection of self for though each day is long no one said, tomorrow will come. Christine St.Croix 11/2/2017 photo borrowed @spiritjourney_79 #wordporn #love

Dark is dark in the dead of night... all things are still as midnight shadows are the only silent souls roaming through the cold still of night following the soft glow of the silver ladies light. The Black birds secret is within the change of season for your life, a transformation of self ~ a new beginning my dear dear friend. I bring glad tidings for the new year to come. Watch the things in the darkness of your soul where fear and dread are haunting you daily in the long shallow hours of your life. If sleep finds you not at peace, embrace your sorrowful self and let tears quietly fall to save yourself additional grief for compassion is a single step away from here to there, and may feel like an eternity away, but life is not that hard to forgive when forgiveness of self qualities you in a human condition of self not a refugee of your life's condition as if lost in the sea of past regrets and lost portions of your soul, yet to be recovered by self love in reflections of a truly lovely soul, as the darkness of a painful past can bring new light in Love of Self. Let go and live in peace all you lonely lovely souls. Christine St.Croix 11/1/2017 photo borrowed by a beautiful artist and singer @jaimeblack.ethereal.magic #wordporn #writers #dark #night #writersofinstagram #black #souls #fear #love #passion #instagramer #instaphoto #peace #years #reflection #doubt #you #me #forgiveness #us #we #compassion #innerpeace #raven #blackbird #moon

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Dark is dark in the dead of night... all things are still as midnight shadows are the only silent souls roaming through the cold still of night following the soft glow of the silver ladies light. The Black birds secret is within the change of season for your life, a transformation of self ~ a new beginning my dear dear friend. I bring glad tidings for the new year to come. Watch the things in the darkness of your soul where fear and dread are haunting you daily in the long shallow hours of your life. If sleep finds you not at peace, embrace your sorrowful self and let tears quietly fall to save yourself additional grief for compassion is a single step away from here to there, and may feel like an eternity away, but life is not that hard to forgive when forgiveness of self qualities you in a human condition of self not a refugee of your life's condition as if lost in the sea of past regrets and lost portions of your soul, yet to be recovered by self love in reflections of a truly lovely soul, as the darkness of a painful past can bring new light in Love of Self. Let go and live in peace all you lonely lovely souls. Christine St.Croix 11/1/2017 photo borrowed by a beautiful artist and singer @jaimeblack.ethereal.magic #wordporn #writers #dark #night #writersofinstagram #black #souls #fear #love #passion #instagramer #instaphoto #peace #years #reflection #doubt #you #me #forgiveness #us #we #compassion #innerpeace #raven #blackbird #moon

Low, we go slow over Mother Earth... hang with me in a single moment in time... the cool of me being warmed by your fire for life itself, as you have me in your clutches ~ just how oft you've reached for me, touching me with the heat of your passion, and then You're gone. Oh, fire in my sky ~ do you think I know not that I was put in your orbit where you and I can dance an eternal dance only touching when My will is ready to blossom new again within your warm embrace. You, who have seen the many faces of my soul, do you now desire to see more in hopes my soul will meet yours in an eternal flame you set before My Heart, in Yours. Oh, How I long to be set on fire by the power and strength of your touch, as I dance a dance of life and death before you, covering your face with my own with a kiss as sweet as my own words do you desire me, or are you only desiring to be cooled by my whispers in the night to hold me ever so close to your passionate flames that burn me up with desire for life itself too sail away with you into a long goodnight. Let me set a harvest plate before you My Lord, so you can dine with me. I will set a hunters game into play with the hearts and minds of men for your pleasure and my gain, as mans hearts are full of pleasure one for the other we can be alone in the quiet of the night slowly passing us by. Take me as I am for the many faces of my love for you will not diminish your passions that fuel my heart with the heat your touch. πŸ–€πŸ˜ˆπŸ–€
Christine St.Croix 10/31/2017 photo borrowed @hunky14u #wordporn #love #moon #sun #you #me #writersofinstagram #instaphoto #light #desire #passions #darkness #fire #flames #earth #eclipse #writerscommunity #soul #hunter #harvest #dine

Christine St.Croix (@queen_ofthetribes)


Low, we go slow over Mother Earth... hang with me in a single moment in time... the cool of me being warmed by your fire for life itself, as you have me in your clutches ~ just how oft you've reached for me, touching me with the heat of your passion, and then You're gone. Oh, fire in my sky ~ do you think I know not that I was put in your orbit where you and I can dance an eternal dance only touching when My will is ready to blossom new again within your warm embrace. You, who have seen the many faces of my soul, do you now desire to see more in hopes my soul will meet yours in an eternal flame you set before My Heart, in Yours. Oh, How I long to be set on fire by the power and strength of your touch, as I dance a dance of life and death before you, covering your face with my own with a kiss as sweet as my own words do you desire me, or are you only desiring to be cooled by my whispers in the night to hold me ever so close to your passionate flames that burn me up with desire for life itself too sail away with you into a long goodnight. Let me set a harvest plate before you My Lord, so you can dine with me. I will set a hunters game into play with the hearts and minds of men for your pleasure and my gain, as mans hearts are full of pleasure one for the other we can be alone in the quiet of the night slowly passing us by. Take me as I am for the many faces of my love for you will not diminish your passions that fuel my heart with the heat your touch. πŸ–€πŸ˜ˆπŸ–€ Christine St.Croix 10/31/2017 photo borrowed @hunky14u #wordporn #love #moon #sun #you #me #writersofinstagram #instaphoto #light #desire #passions #darkness #fire #flames #earth #eclipse #writerscommunity #soul #hunter #harvest #dine

In the half light of darkness the long shadows will roam... slow across the path that silently wait to pass on by, dance on by in the gentle grasp of the winds at play. Did you look for me in the shadows where I thought I left my soul, back to the lands of unclear lines and soft shades of gray, where my soul longed to rest evermore, nevermore at home. Away I go. Come find me there. Come find me... There, is where you found me, in the half shadows of my life, in the painful memories of who I am not. You waited for me there in the light that danced upon my soul of forget me nots that lay in silent slumber awaiting the end of winters call to bring fourth new life. It was there I went back and picked up the pieces of my tattered self and stitched back together a whole self from days in the dark, days I could not see back so clear with the blood and tears stinging my sight blind. There in the light of day, you waited for me to catch a ray of sunrise into sunset that could no longer set upon my soul. It is you who saw me there waiting to dance in the winds as they pass on by. You who are the summer of my souls recovered self, I know I left you there upon the lighted path of our life to wait for me... I am the darkness and you are the suns rays, now we can be one again in the clear light of day. In the westward winds as the sun slowly sets in my life, I am thankful you were there with me to the very end. I am you and you are me. A broken and recovered self I refer to as me, let's sit in the clear light of day, and watch the shadows dance and play. 
Christine St.Croix 10/30/2017 photo borrowed by a new photographer @alliscalm39 Thanks Derek Blessings on your new path capturing the world through a lens.

Christine St.Croix (@queen_ofthetribes)


In the half light of darkness the long shadows will roam... slow across the path that silently wait to pass on by, dance on by in the gentle grasp of the winds at play. Did you look for me in the shadows where I thought I left my soul, back to the lands of unclear lines and soft shades of gray, where my soul longed to rest evermore, nevermore at home. Away I go. Come find me there. Come find me... There, is where you found me, in the half shadows of my life, in the painful memories of who I am not. You waited for me there in the light that danced upon my soul of forget me nots that lay in silent slumber awaiting the end of winters call to bring fourth new life. It was there I went back and picked up the pieces of my tattered self and stitched back together a whole self from days in the dark, days I could not see back so clear with the blood and tears stinging my sight blind. There in the light of day, you waited for me to catch a ray of sunrise into sunset that could no longer set upon my soul. It is you who saw me there waiting to dance in the winds as they pass on by. You who are the summer of my souls recovered self, I know I left you there upon the lighted path of our life to wait for me... I am the darkness and you are the suns rays, now we can be one again in the clear light of day. In the westward winds as the sun slowly sets in my life, I am thankful you were there with me to the very end. I am you and you are me. A broken and recovered self I refer to as me, let's sit in the clear light of day, and watch the shadows dance and play. Christine St.Croix 10/30/2017 photo borrowed by a new photographer @alliscalm39 Thanks Derek Blessings on your new path capturing the world through a lens.

Walk with me... let us look into the dying of the light and be happy for life. Walk with me down the long shorelines under the canopy of the falling sun, as his light gently fades to black under the guise of Night. Oh how I want to take you to where the dreams of life are stitched together and set to play a role of character's cast in a day in the life of two lovers who walk the shores of life, in love and full of the passions of the soul. Where words and dreams are created one for the other under every delight of fancy and fantasy played. Where life's possibilities are endlessly drawing out new landscapes in the shore lines of our lives. Let's play life at its best, and be the dreamers that makes it all real. What do you have to lose... when winning is the new name of the game in life. Be the beautiful reality to all the poems written in your honor, when Love calls your character to be played in the many dreams to come. Your the dreamer, so am I, so let go and dream big, because you are dancing under the same starry skies as I. We are all interconnected one two another, so we can be the believers of each other's dreams. I believe in You and Your Hearts desire to do something beautiful with your life, in mine. Where you are my muse and I am writing you out onto the pages of Gods and Men. Where kings and queens rule and knights have their fair maidens to win over in battles due homage in years to come. Where words written in your honor are loomed over in class cases held there from days long past next to the place where I finally rest. In this I say, let us walk... into this Light together, in love and kindness. Always in the kindness of Your Heart, because you, My Beautiful Muse... inspire me to write what a heart feels when my soul is dipped in love. Christine St.Croix 10/14/17
Photo borrowed πŸ’•πŸ™πŸ’•@anjaliashni a beautiful soul #wordporn #instaphotos #writersofinstagram #sea #landscape #settingsun #love #her #live #life #muse #art #artist #fantasy #sun

Christine St.Croix (@queen_ofthetribes)


Walk with me... let us look into the dying of the light and be happy for life. Walk with me down the long shorelines under the canopy of the falling sun, as his light gently fades to black under the guise of Night. Oh how I want to take you to where the dreams of life are stitched together and set to play a role of character's cast in a day in the life of two lovers who walk the shores of life, in love and full of the passions of the soul. Where words and dreams are created one for the other under every delight of fancy and fantasy played. Where life's possibilities are endlessly drawing out new landscapes in the shore lines of our lives. Let's play life at its best, and be the dreamers that makes it all real. What do you have to lose... when winning is the new name of the game in life. Be the beautiful reality to all the poems written in your honor, when Love calls your character to be played in the many dreams to come. Your the dreamer, so am I, so let go and dream big, because you are dancing under the same starry skies as I. We are all interconnected one two another, so we can be the believers of each other's dreams. I believe in You and Your Hearts desire to do something beautiful with your life, in mine. Where you are my muse and I am writing you out onto the pages of Gods and Men. Where kings and queens rule and knights have their fair maidens to win over in battles due homage in years to come. Where words written in your honor are loomed over in class cases held there from days long past next to the place where I finally rest. In this I say, let us walk... into this Light together, in love and kindness. Always in the kindness of Your Heart, because you, My Beautiful Muse... inspire me to write what a heart feels when my soul is dipped in love. Christine St.Croix 10/14/17 Photo borrowed πŸ’•πŸ™πŸ’•@anjaliashni a beautiful soul #wordporn #instaphotos #writersofinstagram #sea #landscape #settingsun #love #her #live #life #muse #art #artist #fantasy #sun

My challenge to staying alive is in honor of all those who have wanted to but are no longer with us... it's not easy feeling scared and alone in the world. Most people feel this way at some time in their lives but that's also a normal way of feeling because we all experience mood swings to some degree. I leaned to allow myself to feel the pain and face my demons face to face, and there; stand my ground. 
This poem is dedicated to the child I once was and am now holding close to my heart. 
There is a sinking of the sun within our tattered hearts that blurs all the shades of light to gentle black, hanging low over the heart of my soul while shrouded in the blanket of no man understands my hearts ache or the lost feeling choking the life out of my soul, and sucking the air out of my lungs. Where the memory of my life's truth rains hot acid blood in my veins as I am dying inside. I am drowning in a sea of shame and pain. There seems no hope for me. I couldn't Handle one more day in the shadow of my past, but low... the winds changed and I gave myself permission to feel the loss and the dread. I washed my soul with the blood of unrighteousness on my own behalf and gave grace to self where I needed it most, remembering to forgive myself a loss I was powerless to stop. I am forever grateful to my young self for holding all my pain and sorrow, because I learned to love her for who she is. She is my hero and the protector of my core self, after all that's what she is a beautiful soul who's voice is now writing on this page and a lover of life itself.  Christine St.Croix 10/24/2017 photo borrowed by @dspounder Duncan @kunt_kent #wordporn #writers #survivor #pain #loss #trauma #life #live #hope #succide #hero #darkness #writersofinstagram #dontgiveup #readme

Christine St.Croix (@queen_ofthetribes)


My challenge to staying alive is in honor of all those who have wanted to but are no longer with us... it's not easy feeling scared and alone in the world. Most people feel this way at some time in their lives but that's also a normal way of feeling because we all experience mood swings to some degree. I leaned to allow myself to feel the pain and face my demons face to face, and there; stand my ground. This poem is dedicated to the child I once was and am now holding close to my heart. There is a sinking of the sun within our tattered hearts that blurs all the shades of light to gentle black, hanging low over the heart of my soul while shrouded in the blanket of no man understands my hearts ache or the lost feeling choking the life out of my soul, and sucking the air out of my lungs. Where the memory of my life's truth rains hot acid blood in my veins as I am dying inside. I am drowning in a sea of shame and pain. There seems no hope for me. I couldn't Handle one more day in the shadow of my past, but low... the winds changed and I gave myself permission to feel the loss and the dread. I washed my soul with the blood of unrighteousness on my own behalf and gave grace to self where I needed it most, remembering to forgive myself a loss I was powerless to stop. I am forever grateful to my young self for holding all my pain and sorrow, because I learned to love her for who she is. She is my hero and the protector of my core self, after all that's what she is a beautiful soul who's voice is now writing on this page and a lover of life itself. Christine St.Croix 10/24/2017 photo borrowed by @dspounder Duncan @kunt_kent #wordporn #writers #survivor #pain #loss #trauma #life #live #hope #succide #hero #darkness #writersofinstagram #dontgiveup #readme

I am not just a voice of one calling out in the darkness of life... crying out from a place in my past to be rescued by people of my present condition... when a women is asking you not to touch her. She is asking you to be a man and excuse your own needs to be pleased just because she is pretty or something you'd like to touch. I don't care if your black or white, rich or poor. You have no right to violate a women's body just because you think is needs it, wants it, asked for it by the way she dresses or just because she said hi!!! What the fuck is wrong with some of you MEN! Because not all men are like this. Some men are real men. They get it and are kind, loving and sweet, so Where do you get off thinking a woman needs a man or needs what you think is your manhood!!! Trust me! Your not being a man by making her take your shit, your mouth, your attitude towards women. If your touch is not wanted, than your mother Fucking touch is not wanted. DAM! Some of you Men can be Mother Fucking Assholes!  There is no excuse for it. Just learn to respect a woman choice to say NO! 
You wouldn't want to be violated, raped and left to feel like someone can walk into your life and take away your right to feel safe and secure. What makes you think that we want to be abused in this way, you are cowards!!!! All of You, who push yourself's onto women and think it's what she asked for. I do not like to judge people but if your a rapist! And You know you are if you are, Than You Are!  Women are not objects for your pleasure. lots of people can admire a beautiful women and not feel the need to violate her. Get Fucking help! Creep! Get yourself a Fucking rubber doll.  Go out and get your Fucking ass raped and then ask yourself if you wanted or needed it. Fucking grow up! 
I do not usually talk like this but I have to speak because I am tired of being treated like a piece of meat sometimes or like something is wrong with me because I do not want your hands all over me. 
Fuck You! And the ego you rode in on. You ugly piece of shit! Your not worthy of being called a man, because real men are not like that. 
Christine St.Croix 10/22/2017photo by @michellesoulkissing Thanks again πŸ’žDear.

Christine St.Croix (@queen_ofthetribes)


I am not just a voice of one calling out in the darkness of life... crying out from a place in my past to be rescued by people of my present condition... when a women is asking you not to touch her. She is asking you to be a man and excuse your own needs to be pleased just because she is pretty or something you'd like to touch. I don't care if your black or white, rich or poor. You have no right to violate a women's body just because you think is needs it, wants it, asked for it by the way she dresses or just because she said hi!!! What the fuck is wrong with some of you MEN! Because not all men are like this. Some men are real men. They get it and are kind, loving and sweet, so Where do you get off thinking a woman needs a man or needs what you think is your manhood!!! Trust me! Your not being a man by making her take your shit, your mouth, your attitude towards women. If your touch is not wanted, than your mother Fucking touch is not wanted. DAM! Some of you Men can be Mother Fucking Assholes! There is no excuse for it. Just learn to respect a woman choice to say NO! You wouldn't want to be violated, raped and left to feel like someone can walk into your life and take away your right to feel safe and secure. What makes you think that we want to be abused in this way, you are cowards!!!! All of You, who push yourself's onto women and think it's what she asked for. I do not like to judge people but if your a rapist! And You know you are if you are, Than You Are! Women are not objects for your pleasure. lots of people can admire a beautiful women and not feel the need to violate her. Get Fucking help! Creep! Get yourself a Fucking rubber doll. Go out and get your Fucking ass raped and then ask yourself if you wanted or needed it. Fucking grow up! I do not usually talk like this but I have to speak because I am tired of being treated like a piece of meat sometimes or like something is wrong with me because I do not want your hands all over me. Fuck You! And the ego you rode in on. You ugly piece of shit! Your not worthy of being called a man, because real men are not like that. Christine St.Croix 10/22/2017photo by @michellesoulkissing Thanks again πŸ’žDear.

Though She has plenty of reasons to hold on to hate, anger, fear, self pity, non trust, for she has walked though the fires of her trials all alone, with nothing but the shadows of her past to show her the difference between darkness and the light within her own true self. And in this light, she was given a crown to wear afterwards, made out of the tears of freedom and the joy of Grace through the freedom of forgiveness in compassion does she taste upon her tongue the sweetness life has to savor in the latter of her days. Count them out for me, dear sweet angels of mine, hold onto the rain some, send the sun to dance high overhead too warm my soul and brighten my winters in the long slow of my life. Send to me the lite winds that dance and sing within the old willow trees in the weed grasses on the riverbanks of life. Let not the thundering clouds form a crown of their own over my head too bring on the eye of the storm where all is calm among the chaos of life. No no no, sweet giver of souls light, let me not ride the lightning right back to the soul of my home among the stars, for I have grown to love life and wish to love still evermore while I am home within these flesh and bones. I will stand my ground and live.πŸ’•πŸ–€πŸ’•πŸ–€πŸ’•πŸ–€πŸ’•πŸ–€Christine St.Croix 10/18/2017 photo and poem within photos borrowed by Michelle @michellesoulkissing a beautiful writer and poet. #wordporn #words #writers #writersofinstagram #instaphotos #love #you #always #my #Heart #Soul #light #darkness #forgive #forgotten #peace #we #us #compassion #shadow #kindnessmatters #love #death #freedom #letters

Christine St.Croix (@queen_ofthetribes)


Though She has plenty of reasons to hold on to hate, anger, fear, self pity, non trust, for she has walked though the fires of her trials all alone, with nothing but the shadows of her past to show her the difference between darkness and the light within her own true self. And in this light, she was given a crown to wear afterwards, made out of the tears of freedom and the joy of Grace through the freedom of forgiveness in compassion does she taste upon her tongue the sweetness life has to savor in the latter of her days. Count them out for me, dear sweet angels of mine, hold onto the rain some, send the sun to dance high overhead too warm my soul and brighten my winters in the long slow of my life. Send to me the lite winds that dance and sing within the old willow trees in the weed grasses on the riverbanks of life. Let not the thundering clouds form a crown of their own over my head too bring on the eye of the storm where all is calm among the chaos of life. No no no, sweet giver of souls light, let me not ride the lightning right back to the soul of my home among the stars, for I have grown to love life and wish to love still evermore while I am home within these flesh and bones. I will stand my ground and live.πŸ’•πŸ–€πŸ’•πŸ–€πŸ’•πŸ–€πŸ’•πŸ–€Christine St.Croix 10/18/2017 photo and poem within photos borrowed by Michelle @michellesoulkissing a beautiful writer and poet. #wordporn #words #writers #writersofinstagram #instaphotos #love #you #always #my #Heart #Soul #light #darkness #forgive #forgotten #peace #we #us #compassion #shadow #kindnessmatters #love #death #freedom #letters

I never do this, but today I must... Love people... do not be afraid of love, because when you reach out in love ~ with a heart full of forgiveness and compassion you change lives, you save lives from being crushed under the weight of the lack There of. When you clearly see that Grace is a necessity in life's truest moments and reach out in kindness do not let that freedom given in Mans name to sow seeds of regret for even if your love can not be returned by the recipient, love... grace and compassion in forgiveness is a gift out of the depths of ones heart and there it is perfectly due, for when I look at this Photo of this small baby in need. Oh.... how my heart is racked over the Coles of life, in remembrance of long ago days, sinking in the sad darkness of the shadow stains leave on the drapes of life, covering up all the silt, as you exhale life's last breath. Do you not feel the sweet need in the Heart of this desperate little baby... I do.  Love not your things, Love Each-Other Happy Monday IG Family... go live, love, play, work. Christine St.Croix 10/16/17 photo borrowed by a good friend Michael @irishpome Thank You Michael for always making me think. πŸ’•#wordporn #love #you #me #kindnessmatters #us #We #writersofinstagram #trust #needs #compassion #man #life #giving #forgive #care #cat #cats_of_instagram #baby #fears #death #boot #thefootofcompassion

Christine St.Croix (@queen_ofthetribes)


I never do this, but today I must... Love people... do not be afraid of love, because when you reach out in love ~ with a heart full of forgiveness and compassion you change lives, you save lives from being crushed under the weight of the lack There of. When you clearly see that Grace is a necessity in life's truest moments and reach out in kindness do not let that freedom given in Mans name to sow seeds of regret for even if your love can not be returned by the recipient, love... grace and compassion in forgiveness is a gift out of the depths of ones heart and there it is perfectly due, for when I look at this Photo of this small baby in need. Oh.... how my heart is racked over the Coles of life, in remembrance of long ago days, sinking in the sad darkness of the shadow stains leave on the drapes of life, covering up all the silt, as you exhale life's last breath. Do you not feel the sweet need in the Heart of this desperate little baby... I do. Love not your things, Love Each-Other Happy Monday IG Family... go live, love, play, work. Christine St.Croix 10/16/17 photo borrowed by a good friend Michael @irishpome Thank You Michael for always making me think. πŸ’•#wordporn #love #you #me #kindnessmatters #us #We #writersofinstagram #trust #needs #compassion #man #life #giving #forgive #care #cat #cats_of_instagram #baby #fears #death #boot #thefootofcompassion

My Heart... my heart, is a musical Instrument of love to be played only by a master of soul sounds that echo's from the heart of My one true Love. 
Love was not designed for folly, not by My Heart, and not by the sweet soul of My Soul. I can not let the dust of yesterday shake out and settle upon my heart today for all is in the past. New life is today's promise for tomorrow of those who wait for it with a sound mind and clear eyes. 
Are we not weak when we are offering our heart, openly trusting not to be betrayed by our desire to embrace the pointed arrow of cupids aim, as it may slip, and miss, being off ever so slightly ending in a thundering roar of life at full passions thrust into the heart, hitting the weak spot that ends life's masquerade in a flash of light, ending all. 
How can she weigh off the destruction of her fleshy heart, as she wears not a shrouded breastplate to protect her fair maidens heart from the destruction of fair and honest sounding words... I can not wait anymore. I can not wait anymore for you to meet My Heart at the brink of eternity, where the void waits for me, waits within me. Where Love and life are bound as one within the soul of My Heart. Where words My Heart whispers are vows my heart speaks in silence, is silenced evermore, nevermore into the blackness of the night, as night dies into itself, and all that is left is the dream she dreams of us in a realm of her beautiful thoughts in kind. Christine St.Croix 10/14/2017 Photo and poem on photo is none other than @michellesoulkissing ~ a beautiful writer in her own rite. πŸ’•Thanks Michelle πŸ’•#wordporn #writers #life #light #you #me #us #we #pleasure #cupid #darkness ##writersofinstagram #love #life #beauty #perfection #kindnessmatters #chaos #instagramer #dreamers #dreams #loss #vows #trust #truth #arrows #silence

Christine St.Croix (@queen_ofthetribes)


My Heart... my heart, is a musical Instrument of love to be played only by a master of soul sounds that echo's from the heart of My one true Love. Love was not designed for folly, not by My Heart, and not by the sweet soul of My Soul. I can not let the dust of yesterday shake out and settle upon my heart today for all is in the past. New life is today's promise for tomorrow of those who wait for it with a sound mind and clear eyes. Are we not weak when we are offering our heart, openly trusting not to be betrayed by our desire to embrace the pointed arrow of cupids aim, as it may slip, and miss, being off ever so slightly ending in a thundering roar of life at full passions thrust into the heart, hitting the weak spot that ends life's masquerade in a flash of light, ending all. How can she weigh off the destruction of her fleshy heart, as she wears not a shrouded breastplate to protect her fair maidens heart from the destruction of fair and honest sounding words... I can not wait anymore. I can not wait anymore for you to meet My Heart at the brink of eternity, where the void waits for me, waits within me. Where Love and life are bound as one within the soul of My Heart. Where words My Heart whispers are vows my heart speaks in silence, is silenced evermore, nevermore into the blackness of the night, as night dies into itself, and all that is left is the dream she dreams of us in a realm of her beautiful thoughts in kind. Christine St.Croix 10/14/2017 Photo and poem on photo is none other than @michellesoulkissing ~ a beautiful writer in her own rite. πŸ’•Thanks Michelle πŸ’•#wordporn #writers #life #light #you #me #us #we #pleasure #cupid #darkness ##writersofinstagram #love #life #beauty #perfection #kindnessmatters #chaos #instagramer #dreamers #dreams #loss #vows #trust #truth #arrows #silence

Look at all the beautiful snow!!!! πŸ˜˜πŸ’‹πŸ’•πŸ’•I Love it here in Denver Colorado 
I am not evil, just really bad. πŸ˜ˆπŸŽƒπŸ”₯come on Baby lite My Fire! πŸ”₯fireplace roaring

Christine St.Croix (@queen_ofthetribes)


Look at all the beautiful snow!!!! πŸ˜˜πŸ’‹πŸ’•πŸ’•I Love it here in Denver Colorado I am not evil, just really bad. πŸ˜ˆπŸŽƒπŸ”₯come on Baby lite My Fire! πŸ”₯fireplace roaring

Celebrate... celebrate all the great gifts life has too offer as the Sun falls on the glad of Heart just as much as the lone man in his sorrows. If you are struggling with a Life overflowing with endless possibilities and limitless days then you must paint that sky with all the vibrant colors a rich life has to offer. Be Happy in the little things... my favorite pastime is reading your thoughts and listening to your videos on the wall of your life. I may not have time to respond to everything everyone says, but I too am here in your everyday life, as the voice of one writing out life in all its splendor. When I am down... I grant myself a specific amount of time to stop, feel deeply with heart felt thoughts for your lives as well as mine. To be one in the moment of life, for these moments are never duplicated and time is fleeting enough for I the writer, enjoy reading your thoughts, there can be happiness in the flow of thoughts, whether they are filled with sorrow or not. Happy Sunday IG Family Christine St.Croix 10/8/2017 photo borrowed @marymacdanz #wordporn #writersofinstagram #write #light #sadness #celebrate #sunsets #beach #love #you #limitless #possibilities #me #us #we #instaphoto #peace

Christine St.Croix (@queen_ofthetribes)


Celebrate... celebrate all the great gifts life has too offer as the Sun falls on the glad of Heart just as much as the lone man in his sorrows. If you are struggling with a Life overflowing with endless possibilities and limitless days then you must paint that sky with all the vibrant colors a rich life has to offer. Be Happy in the little things... my favorite pastime is reading your thoughts and listening to your videos on the wall of your life. I may not have time to respond to everything everyone says, but I too am here in your everyday life, as the voice of one writing out life in all its splendor. When I am down... I grant myself a specific amount of time to stop, feel deeply with heart felt thoughts for your lives as well as mine. To be one in the moment of life, for these moments are never duplicated and time is fleeting enough for I the writer, enjoy reading your thoughts, there can be happiness in the flow of thoughts, whether they are filled with sorrow or not. Happy Sunday IG Family Christine St.Croix 10/8/2017 photo borrowed @marymacdanz #wordporn #writersofinstagram #write #light #sadness #celebrate #sunsets #beach #love #you #limitless #possibilities #me #us #we #instaphoto #peace

Solitude... I am yearning for the quiet solitude of my old life. Do not look for me anymore, for when the quiet lapping of the low tide calls me to walk the sea scape of life alone and unencumbered by the daily rituals of mans inhumanity to man, I must go there, where my heart is free to touch the universal sound of all things great and small, to be touched by the purity of the great soul of life. There in the soft shadows of the fog of life, we see only what we are close enough to see, and yet we know the lines are not well defined, for they are soft shaped and blended well into the images of what we think we know are real life forms. The beating of My Heart makes the rhythm of My Soul yearn for what is real in the music of it all. I am a single note playing a slow melody in the paradise of my heart. I yearn for mans song to be in tune with my own, but I can not play to the drums of war the way man plays it today with deep war cries of sadness or anger in their hearts. I can not meet man there, in the foundation of his harden soul, For my path is better laid when I leave my prints, a single line in the soft sands of life, so everyone will know where it is I am going and where It is I came from, is the heart of my own true soul in love. Happy Sunday All You Beautiful Souls πŸ˜˜πŸ’‹πŸ’•πŸ’•Christine St.Croix 10/8/2017 This Photos was taken by a true soul of peace, and the kind heart of lisa at @lcapppo πŸ’•πŸ–€πŸ’• A beautiful photo Lisa. πŸ’•Thanks πŸ™πŸ’•

Christine St.Croix (@queen_ofthetribes)


Solitude... I am yearning for the quiet solitude of my old life. Do not look for me anymore, for when the quiet lapping of the low tide calls me to walk the sea scape of life alone and unencumbered by the daily rituals of mans inhumanity to man, I must go there, where my heart is free to touch the universal sound of all things great and small, to be touched by the purity of the great soul of life. There in the soft shadows of the fog of life, we see only what we are close enough to see, and yet we know the lines are not well defined, for they are soft shaped and blended well into the images of what we think we know are real life forms. The beating of My Heart makes the rhythm of My Soul yearn for what is real in the music of it all. I am a single note playing a slow melody in the paradise of my heart. I yearn for mans song to be in tune with my own, but I can not play to the drums of war the way man plays it today with deep war cries of sadness or anger in their hearts. I can not meet man there, in the foundation of his harden soul, For my path is better laid when I leave my prints, a single line in the soft sands of life, so everyone will know where it is I am going and where It is I came from, is the heart of my own true soul in love. Happy Sunday All You Beautiful Souls πŸ˜˜πŸ’‹πŸ’•πŸ’•Christine St.Croix 10/8/2017 This Photos was taken by a true soul of peace, and the kind heart of lisa at @lcapppo πŸ’•πŸ–€πŸ’• A beautiful photo Lisa. πŸ’•Thanks πŸ™πŸ’•