Your Truth

Just because what I think isn’t validated by someone of authority in society, doesn’t make my ideas or beliefs wrong.  I don’t need an “authority”  to think or speak for me.  Truth is it’s own authority.  It doesn’t need anyone to speak for it. Truth is absolute, and it doesn’t discriminate. Truth comes to all beings. It belongs to all of us.  It is our divine right. It’s never too late to start searching for the truth yourself. Find what is true to you.  Be true to you.  The honesty in you,  knows instinctively what is right and wrong.  Follow your honesty and find who you are.





© Zianna Libardo Valexia Valtero, 2016


Night light

I think about death all the time.

Death feels about right.

When I can no longer feel the light.

What’s the point to stay?

The sun is what made my day.

I hold on to all my disdain.

Pray it washes with the rain.

Or for some kind of deliverance from the pain.

Sitting by the window pane.

Wonder why I ever came.

I love the air just not so much today.

Not when I’m surrounded by the crisp wind but I still suffocate.

Who left me so sedate?

Who be so vague to bring me to create?

I am no muse.

Though I seem a object for abuse.

Tell me again, what is there to lose?

My mind,  thought by thought,  a millisecond at a time.

What did I ever find?

To think I could get through life.

Why am I too stubborn to die?

When every one is aiming for my life.

Next time I shouldn’t think twice?

Habits are hard to kick and next time passes me by.

Another point to prove I’m living a lie.

Not even in my mind can I get it right.

Who turned off the light?



© Zianna Libardo Valexia Valtero, 2016

The Wading


Just wait.

Can you feel it?

This is eternity.


It is right here.

Within us.

In this density of experience and breathe.

Between all the layers we create for ourselves.


Your nightmare is my serenity

You are not here with me


And wait for it.


It is waiting for you.




© Zianna Libardo Valexia Valtero, 2016





When do the moons leave the stars and planets?

In the dark maybe?

That is how left you me.

With out any light to glow or even seethe.

Or were you the planet my gravity was stuck to?

Because I cant leave. It was your oxygen in the air that I breath.

Without you, its stifling.

Or maybe I just thought I was a moon.

Instead a roving mass of dust and rock, gliding pass you?

I don’t know but my heart aches for these millennium of passing you by.

You named me Haley, and looked at me with admiration.

I always see you every 70 years, you said.

You always look so beautiful.

Then you asked me to stay the morning and in the night you were gone.

The next time I came by, you didn’t know who I was.

And I did know who I was either.

I just know I felt like a streaming pile of dirt.

Every time I see you I feel I’m a bother.

Just another dead anomaly without water.



© Zianna Libardo Valexia Valtero, 2016

Idle Inquiry

How do I measure my shortcomings or joy?
When each overwhelm me, so completely .
As the cocoon overwhelms the caterpillar and so suddenly, it is a butterfly. Too different to recognize on the outside. I do not know these appearances. I rage against these sensations that would seize me of my reason. I am spinning out, away like a web in a wind. Who said one must not bitter? I try, yet I am bitter as I am joyous. I stagnant to the stillness, as if in this moment the presence will speak to me. Mayhaps it will console me of my spiraling ways. Don’t ask me who I am. Judge upon me not. I don’t not know as you do not know. You beat, red in the face because you want to understand. Well, I do too! I do too. I am just as frustrated as you. Why do you want all of my little successes? They keep me afloat. If you take them, I’ll sink with all these holes in my boat. They mean nothing to you. As I mean nothing to you, as you don’t understand. Let me tell you as I tell myself. I am unraveling. What is revealed, is in its own will detailed. I don’t seek to cheat you. What can you miss? If I am spilling over. Soon Ill be gone, and what were we so captivated over? The meer thoughts of me, such things come and go, as I do. I’ll be gone, along with your ideas. It torments us all, to not know if we are right. Mystery. That, if. It will heal or kill you. Curiosity, it has the vaguest taste, like water, not quite so, but absolutely necessary. Still I don’t know, so I take my peace, and I sip the water slow. Better safe than sorry. Better sure than rash. For once it is certain, there is no going back. I want to be right here. Where the water is clear. Everywhere else is opaque. It riles to know the way. So I ask the question, then sit and wait.



© Zianna Libardo Valexia Valtero, 2016


Grab my hair
Apply pressure
And pull

I’m your perfect little rager
Your thieving breath taker
Fit together like glue and paper
Controling master match maker

Light me up
and burn me like a laser


I’m a withering beauty

Tightened skin and piercing bones
Arch my arms and point my toes
Shedding hair and scratching throat
I’m not the love my body chose

I’m a blossoming divinity

Supple flesh and flushed cheeks
Twist my hips and curl my knees
Blinking eyes and mouth watering
I’m not the love you took from me

This was not love
That I was forgiving
It is the fear
Passed to children

I am a misguided legacy
You are the teacher
Who taught me
How to bleed

Unlearn everything