~True Love~

True love isn’t recognized through the shade of ones skin.

Nor the gender one is housed within.

It cannot be found in superficial looks.

True love’s definition could fill a book.

It’s found in the spark from which souls connect.

When you look in their eyes, & eternity reflects.

For that is how long true love really lasts.

For time is not ‘real’, & there is no ‘past’.

Only the present, which is constantly evolving,

Through the cosmos where we are all revolving.

True love isn’t limited to a person or place.

It’s the unity of the human race

©Christa Hawkins, 2015

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Twas The Night Before Christmas

This is a poem that I entered into a local community contest for FB. *DAU PC=Decatur Anonymous Uncensored Page Creator, the host of the contest.*

Twas the night before Christmas, cozied up in my house

I was browsing the net, in my search for a spouse.

My stockings were flung on the floor without care

Oh the humbug was thick in the December air.

Seven cats were all nestled, in my warm cozy bed

While visions of Friskies danced in their heads.

With my hair up in a kerchief, cookie crumbs upon my lap

I was lonesome & bored, and bout ready to snap.

When out on my lawn, came an unholy clatter

And I sprang from my chair, causing soy milk to splatter.

Away to the window, I flew like a flash

Tugging hard at the shades, which collapsed with a crash.

The moon as it shone, on the sparse yellow snow

Gave appearance to just what the heck I don’t know

When what to my near sighted eyes should appear

But a slick, pimped out sleigh, and eight rowdy reindeer.

And a substitute driver, who was tangled in a tree

Who cried out, “Will you help me? I’m the DAU PC!”

More rapid than refunds, the tears oh they came

As (s)he sniffled & whistled, and called them by name.

Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer, and Vixen

On Comet, HEY STUPID!, errr…Donner, *sigh* Blitzen

To the top of the porch, hey pick up the crawl…

Now dash away…dash away…WATCH OUT FOR THAT WA…!!!

With dry leaves that slapped me quite rude in the face

They heaved & they ho’d, til they shot into space

. Where they landed on housetop, and mayhem it grew

As shingles were torn, DAU’s being SUED!

And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The god awful clatter of 32 hooves

As I drew in my head, & prepared to spin round

Through my ceiling came DAU with a frown.

(S)he spoke not a word, but went straight to my tree

And they looked so ticked off, I was tempted to flee

But they filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk

And my jaw hit the floor when they gave a quick twerk.

Then laying a finger aside of their nose,

They gave a loud honk & mystically rose

(S)he sprang to the sleigh, to the team gave a shout

“LET’S GET IT IN GEAR!”, & promptly peeled out

But I heard them exclaim, as they drove out of sight “I will never survive to the end of this night!!”


~Spiritual Dance~

This poem was written for a friend who recently lost someone special. However, it could apply to many of us who have at some point in our lives, touched hearts with someone for the briefest of times, only to have them inexplicably pulled from our arms, without warning. It’s a painful ‘life lesson’ we are forced to endure, yet it can be explained through one of my favorite literary pieces of all time, entitled, ‘Reason, Season Or Lifetime

You entered my life when I needed you most
with the guiding hand of angelic host

For the briefest time, you and I touched souls
we were destined to play out a role

All the minutes, hours, months we spent
there’s no words expressing what they meant

And the kisses, hugs, and magic shared
they were all stored up to help prepare

For the moment one would be called home
beyond the veil, where the spirits roam

Let us bow our heads and give humble nod
for the gift bestowed on us through God

We crossed paths for such a cherished reason
it will become clear through the change of season

And lifetimes, though so short may be
through eternity, we both will see

That nothing happens just by chance
souls are brought to earth for a spiritual dance

©Christa Hawkins 2014
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~Grand Rebirth~

I pause beside the fresh dug grave
heart filled with things I didn’t say
It’s too late now, or so it seems
the grief gnaws fierce; I want to scream

The tears they stream down wind chapped cheeks
where is the peace I long to seek
I let you leave that cold, dark night
with battle scars of bitter fight

How could I know the story’s end
was coming quickly, dearest friend
my eyes, they search the clear blue sky
and focus on a butterfly

It dances with a gentle grace
its wings a tickle on my face
it calmly lands upon my wrist
assuring me you still exist

You knew my love of butterflies
and that they prove we never die
a caterpillar of the earth
on precipice of grand rebirth

©Christa Hawkins 2014
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~Blame Game~

Will you ever stop playing the victim
it’s a role that has long expired
I’ve heard enough of woe is me
let the one man act retire

No one has forced you down this path
all your choices were your own
and it’s past time you acknowledge
that you’re decades past full grown

You like to cite injustices
and ways that you’ve been denied
but you’re clearly just like all the other
wolves who’ve ever cried

Soceity doesn’t owe you a thing
you deserve only what you earn
life is full of painful truths
from them lessons meant to learn

Stop feeling sorry for yourself
and take a look around
you’ll see others brushing off their knees
as they rise from bottom ground

Yes, life can be a rocky mountain
we will lose our footing on
but through perserverance you will reach the summit
and face the brand new dawn

I look at you and I see someone
who should fully be ashamed
for you have so much potential
if you’d drop that scripted game

©Christa Hawkins 2014
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~The L♥ve List~


We all can agree on certain things we love in life. Our family…friends…those are without question. Yet it’s the little things that make us the individuals that we are.

~Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed.  Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace and gratitude.~Denis Waitley

25. Disney films. Happy Feet & The Little Mermaid are my favorites.

24. Private displays of affection. I wear my heart on my sleeve in the private company of the man I love.

23. Sleeping during a thunderstorm/lightning show. It puts me in a catatonic trance of contentment.

22. Cooking shows

21. Sheets fresh from the dryer.

20. My Mom’s homemade wine.

19. Thrift stores, flea markets & craft festivals.

18. Funky, unique, costume jewelry.

17. Classic television shows…I Love Lucy, Andy Griffith, All In The Family, Mama’s Family, The Waltons, The Jeffersons, Laverne & Shirley, Happy Days…

16. George Carlin

15. Reading! My favorite material is romantic comedy, popular fiction, new age/spiritual, political/political satire, self help, health/fitness.

14. Avocado rolls

13. Being alone with my thoughts.

12. Fields of eye poppingly bright flowers. My favorites are sunflowers & bluebells.

11. Cherry Charms Blow Pops

10. Paranormal films/books

9. Contemporary Christian music, tribal/sounds of nature, jazz, blues, classic, hip hop, hard and soft rock.

8. The colors blue, lime green, lemony yellow & chocolate brown.

7. People who can make me laugh without being obscene.

6. Anything & everything spiritual. Books, films, quotes, art, music…

5. Butterflies

4. Hugs, even from strangers.

3. Positive people who do for others with no hidden agendas.

2. Looking into the eyes of an animal, and seeing an intelligent, conscious, living being. Feeling their love, trust & unspoken friendship.

1. The way I have felt both emotionally & physically since adopting a whole food/plant based lifestyle.

~How To Pi$$ Me Off…A Free Complimentary Guide!~


Today’s random topic is…pet peeves.  A diatribe that can best be summed up in the immortal words of the legendary, George Carlin.



25. %$#@% people who can’t $#@%^ hold an intelligent ^%$#&^ conversation, because what the &^%$ kind of *&^%$ fun would that $%^%$@ be???

24. People who mock the genuine sympathy, compassion and prayers of others, simply because they, themselves don’t believe in God. I’m a live and let live, believe and let believe kind of gal, but some things are best left to just shut the fuck up.

23. Holding a door open for someone, and they don’t even have the courtesy or tact to say a simple “Thank you!” I once heard a guy say, “I never say thank you. It should be assumed that I appreciate it.” Really? Because your a$$holish silence interferes with my telepathic signals, and something is lost in the translation.

22. The duck face! Or, as I prefer to call it, the fuck face.  One day, not long ago, some girl was pranked into thinking if she made a specific stupid face she’d look even more attractive in photos. Somehow, she believed them, and soon everyone she knew was inexplicably ruining every picture taken of them. The rest is history, documented thoroughly by your facebook feed if you haven’t had the good sense to delete everyone you went to high school with already.


~Judgement Call~

You see my color
and assign my guilt
regardless of whether a case is built

My disability
leaves you knowing & decisive
that I’m merely only faking a crisis

If I’m the victim of rape
there must be a reason
I probably declared myself open season

If my child is killed
through no fault of my own
the judgemental outrage is overblown

If I fall on hard times
I’m soceity’s leech
an entitled loafer with hands outreached

If I’m physically pleasing
I’m automatically hated
my character traits aren’t even rated

If I’m packing the pounds
I am disgusting and lazy
the sight of me makes the ‘perfect’ crazy

If I’m covered in tattooes
I am nasty and strange;
people look at me like I might be deranged

If I speak with an accent
I am treated with fear
implications of terrorism abudantly clear

If I’m gay or I’m a Christian…
the labels never end
yet we want world peace? Let’s stop the pretend

Withdraw the pointed finger
and look into the mirror
because once you search your soul, the truth could not be clearer

There is no separation
between me or you or they
we’re fragments of a single source, all traveling the same way

Disconnect the judgement call;
sever the connection
and when you look into my eyes, you’ll see your own reflection

©Christa Hawkins 2013
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~Self Love~

I used to believe
that the looking glass didn’t lie
that the mirror was indeed
the purest form of reflection

But that was long ago

Before I learned
that perception is reality
and I was creating
my own twisted version

But that was long ago

I used to believe
that my surface flaws
went deep…so deep
all the way to my soul

But that was long ago

Before I learned
that my body and my soul
were two distinctly separate entities
and yet, I was confused as to how to merge them

But that was long ago

I used to believe
that I was unloveable, undesirable

But that was long ago

Before I was showered in the truth
that no love would ever fill me
like self love
and that self love, is the building block for universal love

And that, long ago, doesn’t exist; rather, now, is all that is…or will ever be

©Christa Hawkins 2013
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~Never Again~

I will never again, blend into a wall
I have finally found the courage to stand tall.

I will never again, hide my scars and imperfections
I finally see the beauty in my mirror’s true reflection.

I will never again, stand idly by
while you toss grenades at me of accusations and lies.

I will never again, hang my head in shame
while you sabatoge yourself; handing off the blame

I will never again, cry myself to sleep
terror suffocating me; afraid I’m in too deep

I will never again, love without return
that above all is the lesson I am proud to have learned.

I will never again, sacrifice my pride
I have found the confidence, long buried deep inside

I will never again, hand another my power
I feel the sun upon my skin, I am a blooming flower

©Christa Hawkins 2013
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