A mother
prepared for motherhood
is a rarity
waiting for the
right time
right man
to be what
she was born to be
reproductivity organs
rest within the mothers
womb.

A mother prepared
to continue the race
aware of her permanent
embrace
of her children…
to know a mother
look within
the human desire for
love.
her love is infinite
gut wrenching
consciousness capturing
species supporting
emotions of pure
reward.

A mother prepared for
the time
any time
of her child's life.
out of her mind
shifted to their perspective,
temporarily.
personally stagnated
and yet
developing among the heights of
the Mountain Men.
where is this
civilized woman's women?
men request gurus
mothers are the re-quest
of women.
and men too…
but the commitment is meant
to be shorter.

A mother prepared for motherhood
is a rarity.
her tribe has been
robbed
from around her.
her grandmothers wisdom
is buried
in layers she's not
hip to yet…
then her hips stretch
motherhood calls,
and she reclaims them anyways.
because its her intention.
she's a woman.
in some cultures you're not a mother
until you're a grandmother!
I better understand
old wives tales now…

the massive movement
away from matriarchy sees to be a major
point.
are we prepared to rise up?
rise up our sons
mirror for our daughters
submit to our birthright?

…hey I couldn't live with me mom either.

anticipation mounts
as time lapses,
real time movement
quick, power, force
dark.
inertia spread for hundreds of miles
announcing its arrival.
its call. its loud. I feel it.

he’s beautiful.
I remember always
to look for
his speck of bright orange.
he knew a day or so
ahead of time.
since youth I heed the warning signs
signaling darkness.

my connections are sharpening.
this time I didn't need
his.
I watched the dark roll in

the darkness of creation,
of cells multiplying.
the darkness of your blood
rushing at the feel of
the storm coming in.

the task of light is commendable…

the geometric puzzle
can have no missing pieces.
the destructive force of
the storm
is necessary for new life.

if darkness is truly desired
one must dig ever so deep
beyond the identity
and the memories,
the causalities even
the perceived authorities.
to the spark that
still isn’t you.
analyze that space
darkness will truly come true.

fear not.
this darkness is you.
you percolate into
the presence as the light.

they way the brain works
if one of us can do it,
we all can.
that means we all can
echolocate.

have you seen the story?
young man born blind
learns to see
using echolocation

learn to see.
that's why perception is so valid.
why experience is so scared.
why our messages are necessary.
we can learn to see,
what we choose
and the truth.

the truth of origin
has to lay within
me
and you.
we are parts of the whole -
shattered glass pieces
will never become plastic.
that's how I see
It.

To be a simple observation…

we are only
observationally connected
here.
within the atmosphere of our beings
we speak the tongue of essence.

as I peered through the
crystal clear lens
I recognized the tiny protective hairs
and the curve of the lid.
I was amazed that this
perspective
was new.
I wondered when I would
see it again.
and I wonder and I wander.
because that's what the brain does
when its not echolocating,
or meditating.

illusionary cultural beliefs
accepted and embraced as personal
truths
have desensitized our
senses.

commonly, the senses
are rounded into five.
though echolocation would obviously be
six,
vibration communication
seven,
the list goes on…


eyesight is indescribable.
Thanks! be given to the power to see.

so many have "bad" eyes.
recent technologies like
Lasik
are changing that though.
who needs echolocation anyways?

we are in a
vibrational harmony.
you and me,
and I guess we've always seen
our potential for a perfect musical.

from day one our
well executed
destiny
pulled on all the right
strings. you saw me
I welcomed you.
the call was answered.
we relaxed into the process
embracing each moment.

separation was also.
messages are hidden in the
oddest of places
so roads less traveled
are necessary too.
you were never far from my heart.
my thoughts were
being distracted by stuff.
our love, though,
had since experienced a perfect tune.

when reconnected the music just plays

the ocean ripples and waves and
you ride along with me.
your protective layer cautious
of my intention.
my spider web like
layer
scanning for signs of distrust.
my brain was wired
to check for holes
and pressure results.
aw the credence of science…

we are not a subject, though.
we are the object.
forever tuned
vibrationally.

sometimes its hard
to remember the truth
since the truth is only
the present.
I can see how we
easily
lose grip of the memories.

regardless,
we are made of
star dust.
rock dust.
gold flecks.
titanium specks.

Dust to Dust
learn to trust in
the magic of things.

I've spent years in the desert
in dust storms
and in the heat.
the plants of the
desert
amaze me.
their leaves, so tiny.
resource management
is the skill of the desert.

when those haboobs
roll in, the world
goes dark.
(at least over the desert)
if we weren't in our little boxes,
our eyes would
burn from our own particles.
burn to see
the phenomenon the brain
coaxes us to believe.

Dust to Dust
learn to trust in
the magic of things.

we are star dust
learn to trust
in the magic of things.

I grew up in an atheist home
no prayers at dinner
or biblical references
framed
in the bathroom.
my mother insisted
it was impossible;
there's no "man in the sky".
I was insistent
she wasn't necessarily wrong
but there was something
more
going on.

since then I've
opened
myself to the possibilities.
All of them.
recently
I've caught on to the
fact
I'm making them happen.
All of them.

I have a hypothesis
on the devil's origin;
those dark voices
within.
we just weren't ready
to add in
that these voices are us…
so we created a martyr.

our thoughts,
our concentrated energy
does self realize.
what you need
will
walk right up to your front door!

with this weight loss,
only the next notch on my belt,
I just choose light.
tranquilly moving
forward.

I've always been told I had a big head
like literally
a five-head
my head and my feet
the rest of me took some time to catch up
after the race, I can now breath

in grade school they would ask me
to move my big head
so they can see the black board
since we grew up with jokes
in our pocket
it never hurt
though it did help me realize
I have a big head

my mama does too
and her two other kids
and my kids
I think its our heal-her
lineage
showing up in cranial size
we all have a message
I choose healing (if choice is real)

change over time
is a guarante,
this, and death,
everything else you must wait
to see play out
the patience that takes
makes some of us
go insane
but we wait anyways
until the day

Alaase is my muse.
I believe we have been evoked
with the power
to change over time.
I create myself
time and time again.
the layers are too thin
my nails are too long
obviously they will fade

or be stripped … I got hungry, so I scream
Marley says
"why can't we roam (oh)
there's open country
oh
why can't we be what we wanna be
we want to be free"
many of my ancestors were enslaved
in chains
I imagine their thoughts
their faith
that kept them alive
on that journey over the lake
I know we are of deep understanding
and of people who knew they
are not this body…
so I imagine they prayed
and meditated mostly
until they got hungry
then they screamed
and turned around
in feces

Ase young minds

I can't believe all of the things they say about me
Walk in the room they throwing shade left to right
They be like "Ooh, she's serving face!"
And I just tell em, "Cut me up, and get down!"

They call us ***** 'cuz we break all your rules down
And we just came to act a fool, is that all right? (Girl, that's alright)
They be like "Ooh, let them eat cake!"
But we eat wings and throw them bones on the ground!

Am I a freak for dancing 'round? (queen)
Am I a freak for getting down? (queen)
I'm cutting up, don't cut me down
Yeah I wanna be, wanna be Q.U.E.E.N.

Is it peculiar that she twerk in the mirror?
And am I weird to dance alone late at night? (Naw!)
And is it true we're all insane? (Yeah)
And I just tell 'em "No, we ain't" and get down

I heard this life is just a play with no rehearsal
I wonder will this be my final act tonight
And tell me what's the price of fame?
Am I a sinner with my skirt on the ground?

Am I a freak for dancing 'round?
Am I a freak for getting down?
I'm cutting up, don't cut me down
Yeah I wanna be, wanna be Q.U.E.E.N.

Hey, brother, can you save my soul from the devil?
Say is it weird to like the way she wear her tights?
And is it rude to wear my shades?
Am I a freak because I love watching Mary? (Maybe)

Hey, sister, am I good enough for your heaven?
Say will your God accept me in my black and white?
Will he approve the way I'm made?
Or should I reprogram, reprogram and get down?

Am I a freak for dancing 'round?
Am I a freak for getting down?
I'm cutting up, don't cut me down
Yeah I wanna be, wanna be Q.U.E.E.N

Even if it makes others uncomfortable
I will love who I am
Even if it makes other uncomfortable
I will love who I am

Don't shake 'til the break of dawn
Don't mean a thing, so duh
I can't take it no more
Baby, we in tuxedo groove
Pharaohs and E. Badu
Crazy in the black and white
We got the drums so tight
Baby, here comes the freedom song
Too strong we moving on
Baby, this melody
Will show you another way
Been tryin' for far too long
Come home and sing your song
But you gotta testify
Because the ***** don't lie

No, no, the ***** don't lie
Oh no, the ***** don't lie

Yeah
Yeah, Let's flip it
I don't think they understand what I'm trying to say

**I asked a question like this
"Are we a lost generation of our people?
Add us to equations but they'll never make us equal.
She who writes the movie owns the script and the sequel.
So why ain't the stealing of my rights made illegal?
They keep us underground working hard for the greedy,
But when it's time pay they turn around and call us needy.
My crown too heavy like the Queen Nefertiti
Gimme back my pyramid, I'm trying to free Kansas City.

Mixing masterminds like your name Bernie Grundman.
Well I'm gonna keep leading like a young Harriet Tubman
You can take my wings but I'm still goin' fly
And even when you edit me the ***** don't lie
Yeah, keep singing and I'mma keep writing songs
I'm tired of Marvin asking me, "What's Going On?
March to the streets 'cuz I'm willing and I'm able
Categorize me, I defy every label
And while you're selling dope, we're gonna keep selling hope
We rising up now, you gotta deal you gotta cope
Will you be electric sheep?
Electric ladies, will you sleep?
Or will you preach?"

Hello friend
the sweetest greeting I've known
hello friend
the word carries
the emotions
we all feel to need to receive
with my time here linked
to the community
they are words I always
need to hear

Hello friend
oh sweet friend
your heart I see
your mother's influence
I feel
and I love her too.

I love her for making you be
for allowing herself to receive
You
and I know this is new
but the confidence
and commitment you have to me
makes hello friend
sound good to my ears
oh yea, there are people
who like Me

throughout the years there haven't been many
or so my eyes see
though in these days of my
Life
I know the relationships
would have blurred my vision
they would have had me
spending my days
talking about what she said
and who she thinks she is??
drinking and falling asleep with a man
that I don't like the smell of
but he put that work in
my body settled
I sit up wishing he would fade
with my feelings of alone

but friend, I don't know why,
and I dare not ask
as I'd rather just embrace what is to be
you somehow awakened me
your message of creativity
(though I know you don't remember actually giving it to me)
answered this question
I've had of me
what do you really have to contribute?

Hello Poetry, once again
as I feel I would say hello to you
for ever…
or at least until my heart says
enough.
I could say hello friend
as you too are committed to me
you stir my juices
in a biodynamic sort of rotation
blowing air in to help the
nutrients
spread out.
over the soil

that's why I'm here
you taught me a new way to say
hello friend
with arms wide open
the embrace on the opposite
not as important
in reality
cause I'm here with My messages
and here to hear yours
we claim to know too much
the wise trees tell us
no child, you are
an observer
still
your depth yet to be fully realized
by yourselves
your roots too
dependent on city water systems
you grow along the ground
interrupting concrete with your
power
power I am working on harnessing
and sharing
cause thats what I do
and my friend, thank you for sharing YOU
too

I've been focused on nutrition
sense before recognition
of a requirement of nutrients
for my life.

I eat for nutrition
I shunned the processed
chemical ick
a lifetime ago it seems
no longer remembering the taste
of chemically created
food stuffs.

though I know if I were to get a taste
it would satisfy my buds
they were made with my buds
in mind
hijacked my senses
lied and lied and lied
told my body it didn't need
nutrition
that is could live off of
intuition
and stuff in boxes
and bags
and cans

I've become my own food processor
now
I have mouths to feed
now I know what to feed
and where they make feed from
so we stick to the grass-fed

I'll teach them how to eat
even before how to read
its just how I see it
once that sugar laden
red
chemical construction
touches their lips
they will instantly desire more
Twain and Fitzgerald
will take them longer to digest.
so these are my priorities
now.
I am a nutrition seeker
a truth seeker
and I believe I come from
a line of healers
all who knew nutrition
is the key to life,
here.
the basic building blocks,
the amino acids
of life,
here.
when you're nourished
it all makes more sense
but stay out of those center aisles
their chemical composition
is too dense
my kidney could no longer clean
the code of food stuffs.

My strong little kidney
I'm so proud of it for
releasing its grip on its twin.
it wasn't for us anyways

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes;
When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals--
I know what the caged bird feels!

I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting--
I know why he beats his wing!

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his ***** sore,--
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings--
I know why the caged bird sings!

there's the cancer and
then there are all the ism's
***-ism
colonialial-ism
rac-ism
we know them
the ones we all have a stance on
and they're all different.
(recognize conquer and divide when it's in front of you)
but they are only the
symptoms of the cancer
I thought I would fight for them
and raise my daughter to, too.
now I understand
knowing how to clean water
and build basic buildings
are the skills we need
first

all these isms deflect
from our united light
experience here, fully supported
by the orchestra of sound. it's
what happened when we
stopped roaming the Earth.
stuff began to appear
I imagine the first steps were
a roof and food and water storage

somewhere soon began the unconscious (I trust in intention)
attack of the chromosomal female
lineage and all it's power
and wisdom of this universe
and beyond!
(Awww My Raaz)

Slowly began the,
yes, we have to be real,
systematic degradation of the soil.
then the species began to decrease,
a few in betweens,
and we're here.

Hello Poetry - how sweet your option is
to send the words out
that are making me quiver
to be a giver of myself
whether understood or
Not...
that doesn't matter.

I am having a hard time
falling asleep this last week
and the suckling baby is not
the only reason
I feel myself mentally heaving
you see I think I'm actually
successfully breaking up with
my brain
I think it's calling out for
assistance.
its using it's visions
and the birthright wisdom
of life
to spew words from my fingers
a new place
a new space
but I'm no fragile writer
I've beat the soul of
most of my beasts
and lived to tell it.
so I'll tell it
and swell for it
and spell it out
LaNita is my real name
and yo! my mom just checked me out!

I'm meditating on meditating
trying to figure this out
learning to clear my mind
breath in
breath out
the thoughts have slowed
my love reminds me
just think of something
else
not so distracting
not so dishonoring
to my spirit
I'm trying
not every day is a "success"
some I meditate less
once every 30 days or so
I cry
Ah to be woman
…it's just me.

the voice within
the one that powers the
language and the concentration
working on addictions of
passing time.
an intriguing concept
really you just breath or
sleep and breath, in and out
breath in
breath out

existence is
truly divine
thank you for that description
the paths are immaculately
intertwined
so delicately
it makes me smile
and release.
I trust in infinity,
am not bothered by the
concepts
of reality
faithfully excepting tomorrow
morning
with its new life
for all.
yesterday
is far.
yesterday can be a struggle
its your starting place
Do you feel its grip?
cut the cord
concentrate
on existence
it only moves forward
learn to dance
with
divinity
centralize your energy
and speak YOUR song!
write it, draw it, put it to a melody
or mix it with watercolors
and quench your sources thirst
for PositiveMovement
for creation
never forgetting
yesterday
or those that existed
then
but allowing it to stay
there
where it belongs
and sending yourself
prepared
alive
and divine
forward into existence