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Seher Seven Sep 2015
passionately impressed
by the beauty of the divine dance
the movement of time.
passionately moved within,
dancing in the beams of the light.

life dips and dives around me
the swirl of the essence grasps me
catches my breath.
Ive folded in, to learn to trust.
me, only. from I is all I can see.

so I trust me, finally.
undoubtedly, worry will still be known.
the law of the mind, until unknown.
how profound! just to trust, me.
my place in the sea of things…

I keep my arms opened
my heart softened
my embrace tight and free.
Seher Seven Sep 2015
The essence of patience
The patience of light
The travel it takes, knowing
It must last for eternity,
Beaming forward, granting anew.

Patience the virtue.
The status to achieve, allowing now
So that next can just be, as it will.
The patience to leap.
Courage carries patience clear,
Fears weight sinking below.

Patience for death, for one again.
The longing for You, to know us again.
Patience to see clearly, open my heart
To now.
Moments always planned out.
Patience for the ******.

Patience for the touch of your skin,
The relation of kin, of natural senses.
Of the things that flow, easy.
Of titillating tickling of the, everything.
Your smell will bring me in.
I know it well… the musk of Earth
Wrapped in the forest, deep dug in my gut.

Dug down patiently to prepare my ground
To rise my crown, patient now
As maturation continues to take place.
Dug down, spine curled out
Back arched, heart opened…

Patient, awaiting your trail

My tribe hunts and gathers,
We know we need each other,
And so we hunt, and we create
And we locate…patience for
The revolution taking place…
Cyclical naturals, cycles of nature.
Back to the Earth we all go.
All things have a cycle.
Seher Seven Sep 2015
Black the confluence of it all
The combination of beginning
And end
And all in between…
Creating a new with
Diligence
And clarity.

The path to evolution
Pevolution
Moving forward, always black.
Always new from black
Always old to black.

New definitions, none hold
The taste is inconsistent.
Black the beginning,

Black the consistency
Black the legacy, the nutritional
Delicacies.
The tones vibe through the black.

The pure black of time.
The pure black of you.

Skin is an *****, not a definition
It is adaptive to its times.

Black is our insides,
Our child eye.
Black the beginning.
Seher Seven Sep 2015
you
you walk in, humble
yet with ownership.
I assume you own it.
your glide magnified by my eyes.

your long black hair
settles my desire,
the nerves grow to meet mine.
your eyes glance by mine,
I hear your breath stop.
you see me.

you see me, fully.
you cannot believe what you see.
you thought I only existed in
your dreams, and yet there I stand.

I stand, next to you, charging you,
fully charged within,
when you part from my side,
I feel the wind whip and twirl my mind
out of here… into the next life.

I stand next to you,
holding your hand.
palm in palm, sweetness
in our stance.
watching you for your guidance,
guiding with my hand.
trusting your vision.

I see through your eyes,
I know they cannot be mine.
the perspective is too wide.
the peripheral lacks the instances
yet sees you always.

you walk in the room
and my eyes find you.
my heart called you
my hands guide you,
to me.
listen carefully, I'm calling
I just couldn't stay away .. ah to be a poet
Seher Seven Sep 2015
I want you to teach me about the stars.
where each follows from,
and to. the constellations path.

I want you to map the sky with me.
write out the language of yesterday.
I know you've been studying…

I wait patiently for class,
preparing my eyes to see
all you do. It is meant for me to.

I need you to tell me the stories of the heavens.
replay the times spent.
spend these days with me.
relay the messages. call them out of me.
Seher Seven Aug 2015
I return this site to you all. I never wanted to invade this precious space for so many. I will leave my poems up … I cannot believe I have had 10k views…its mind blowing that you can share your creations with so many. I will keep writing. This has been a huge gift for me. I know of the tense realities of this site, I LOVE it the same. Its been my ear, my shoulder during a year of amazing happenings. To the poet Stephen Holcomb, thank you for your words of guidance. I will learn how to stop when its time, one day. ryn, thank you for collaborating with me. I was very inspired… You are a beautiful poet and writer. That was only the first, not the last, creative collab Im a part of… what a special thing to combine that energy. To the women here, write your souls out. There are a couple that are deeply powerful ladies, I can tell. Vicki you instantly come to mind, you write as if in the heavens, as you are. I know you are no novice, I respect your work fully. Sisters keep using your voice. To the young black writers here, please keep writing! The world requires your perspective. To all the poets that read this, really, I enjoyed every poem Ive ever read here, many much more than others :) I have truly, humbly appreciated every single like and smiley face and comment. Each one gave me more confidence to practice this craft that I was born with, yet never exercised. This community helped me rise up from the creative ashes and be reborn. I have grown much here, among these words, these lines. You all know me better than anyone else in my life actually … Except the few friends that check my poems out here. They know that what I write is just my experience…

Id love to do what many of you do here and create a new account and write anew… though I feel my days here are just over. There is something about having this huge audience to write for, when you need to. I think I want to start reading my work though, and sharing it more with my community and I definitely have a book I need to get out. Besides the internet is just so not trustworthy… my brain needs a break from this melancholy madness!

I say all this to just say Thank You all, from the bottom of my heart, for allowing me into this community for the time I needed. I remember when I had 1000 views and I just about lost it! That was a lot of reads of works that had been read by no one else…. Which is why we writers are here… I get it.

Til we read again … LaNita ( which is my real name … I may write on another page website some day, and I will use the same name. If you see me say hi :) Maybe you could put me up on the politics of that site before I dive head in … ;) Peace
  Aug 2015 Seher Seven
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