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Pray For Me Tonight -A Poem

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Pray For Me Tonight -A Poem

 

There are days when the fog is go heavy, I can barely think through the day. There are days when it seems knives are being thrown at me every which way, but I wont lay down and die. Maybe it’s karma comin back to get its’ due, I don’t really know. I do know I have to stand tall and fight through the darkness to the light.

I look to heaven and ask whoever can hear me whispering now.

 

Pray for me tonight,

pray with everything you got.

The pain piercing through,

straight to the heart.

Pray for me tonight,

cause I’m fightin the devil with everything I got.

 

I’m breathing deep and fighting to stay where I am, maybe it’s not what it seems, but it feels that way tonight. It hurts so bad just to take a breath, and each breath is a knife cutting through the soul. Funny thing is even now, the one thing I think about is that one great love, the one that broke me. Funny the workings of the heart and the soul, funny what goes through your head.

I look to heaven and ask whoever can hear me whispering now.

 

Pray for me tonight,

pray with everything you got.

The pain piercing through,

straight to the heart.

Pray for me tonight,

cause I’m fightin the devil with everything I got.

 

I wrote this poem after a very rough night of pain etc.., a night when my fibromyalgia hit me hard, hard as can be and I wrote it the next morning and this gives you a sense of what it can do to a person when it’s full onslaught flare up. 

 

 

I Will Listen -Poem

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I Will Listen

 

I know I tore your dreams apart,

Destroyed them into a million grains of sand,

That run through your finger,

Which you couldn’t capture,

Or hold in your hand.

I couldn’t see your pain,

Though you cried out,

In a million different ways.

Didn’t give your dreams,

I fighting chance.

I promise you,

From this day on,

I will listen.

 

I will listen.

I will listen to your voice.

And help you bring your dream,

To the Lord.

I will listen.

 

There is nothing impossible,

And the dream,

A mustard seed,

Given from the

Creator of us all,

Can move mountains,

Hearts and souls.

Though it may not seem

Possible at first,

I now know,

That with

Faith and courage,

It can be

The greatest beacon of light.

I promise you,

From this day on,

I will listen.

 

I will listen.

I will listen to your voice.

And help you

bring your dream,

To the Lord.

I will listen.

 

We often don’t listen to the Holy Spirit of Elohim, to that inner voice, our authentic selves and thus we spin round and round, and never truly live in authentic true love, true joy, true happiness etc… May we learn to always live in authentic sacred truth, true vocation and find true love, when we do, recognize it, and embrace it wisely.

 

Scared Little Boy

Scared Little Boy, Thinks He’s a Man

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This is a recording I made of the poem I wrote a while back. As often happens when you are an intuitive and do lots of meditation, and prayer in your life, stuff just comes to you and this song  just came to me. Remember, you never deserve to be mistreated, never.  

Always remember the sacredness of your being, your body, spirit, your soul and honor it, guard it wisely, prayerfully.  Remember always that you are IMAGO DEI.  You are not God, but in his image and a vessel for his Holy Spirit, so treat yourself as such, and that person who says “I love you”, make sure from now on they treat you and your body as sacred, a sacred vessel of Elohim.

Shalom and Amen

 

In The Blink Of An Eye-Poem

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In The Blink Of An Eye

 

Time is swift and sometimes we don’t even blink when the entire world comes tumbling down.

We wonder if we created enough memories, so that those we love will never be forgotten.

We never want to forget their eyes and their smile, what made them who they were.

We look for other anguished, grief filled hearts that can understand how the world can come crumbling down in the blink of an eye.

We wont ever forget and the memories will we carry to the end of our own journey.

 

In the blink of an eye the shadow comes and obscures the light, for a while.

In the blink of an eye, everything we knew is taken away.

In the blink of an eye, what was once what we touch becomes part of memory.

 

We look for answers, a way to understand, but sometimes that never comes.

What we must understand is that to everything there is a time, a time to live and a time to die.

We may never know how or when the shadow of time will come and seemingly take away the light in our lives.

We wont ever forget and the memories will we carry to the end of our own journey.

 

In the blink of an eye the shadow comes and obscures the light, for a while.

In the blink of an eye, everything we knew is taken away.

In the blink of an eye, what was once what can touch becomes part of memory.

 

I wrote this shortly after 9/11, which I lived through up close, as I lived in NOHO and you could see the planes hit the towers from my rooftop.  I lived with the streets closed of for two weeks, and needing to show ID to men with AK 47 rifles to get past barricades on my block to get into my building my home.   History repeats itself because we do forget and we don’t learn, we keep hating and having radical ideologies and being stupid.

 

Having a Plan B

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Plan B, Always a Good Idea

Plan A was a One Woman Show at Cornelia Street Cafe, but so far I haven’t heard back, after sending an email and a proposal for the show. I will send a follow up email next week and then give them another week.  However, what if that’s not where I am supposed to do my show, but also creative and spiritual intuitive sensitive being? What’s my plan B?

My plan B is The Actor’s Chapel, St Malachy’s Church in Midtown.  A similar email and proposal, for a One Woman Christmas Show and the Ticket includes a copy of the expanded print version of  “Mosaic of Life and Faith in Poems”, as well as a meet and greet after the show, where I will discuss my journey of faith and dysautnomia, with appetizers and refreshments included.  This event could take place in early November 2014. I have already made initial contact with the pastor there for another reason, so I will contact him today or Monday.

Plan B doesn’t mean you don’t believe in yourself or such.  It just means you give yourself options, that’s all.

Mosaic Sample and New Poem

Mosaic Sample and New Poem

Time to Let Go

It’s said that adversity is a great teacher and may be cause it taught me a lot about me.

I’m ready to take all that and start to live the life I always dreamed down deep in my soul,

One of love, music and words for the whole world to share.I need to be flying, laughing, loving and living and can’t do that if I keep doing what I was doing.

Ready to finally be me, be true to  me, who I am.

 

Do I Stay or Walk Away?

As I perceive and receive in prayer and contemplation, even just spontaneous telepathy and intuition,

And as I hear the inner dialogue, as in a play, a question keeps arising in my heart and in my soul,

It is one that has been in question for so long, and  unanswered,

But I know at some point must be answered, even if it shatters my heart once and for all.

Do I walk away or do I stay?

 

I wrote the first one as I finally came to grips with the Fibromyalgia and realized it was a second or even a third chance.  It was the chance to finally be what God meant me to be, who God meant me to be.  

I wrote the second one spontaneously today.  It just came to me, just suddenly and I know that it a question that all of face at some point in life in regards to some situation.  Sometimes the answer we are left with is gut wrenching and heartbreaking and sometimes not.  Sometimes the other person will surprise us, or they may let us down, the final straw.  We’ll give it one more chance.