sometimes its all I can think of,
the glory of life.
how it just keeps on striving.
how no matter what life maintains.
it rebirths to the next moments.
it feeds the current ones...
feeds the currents. nourished by soul.
by what I spend so much time thinking of,
wherever you are, here, right here now.
here you envelope me whole.
your smell gets stronger only when I think of you.
my nose twitches... I sense you, near.
I desire your identity be revealed.
set us free. foundation rebuild.
reunion is being planned.

Body gaining strength
Eloquent and bare in stance
Focus seems to leap

Amazon like air
Moist, warm and enveloping
Taste ancient knowings

the winds change
and you are suddenly
in a new day.
they just change,
and your life begins again.
behind clouds and a cold wind
you feel your bones
within. shaking.

the air shifts
and the heat of the sun is
released.
it pours down, penetrating skin
warming the core.
releasing moisture to join again.
the faint wind comes back
and brushes your hair
it slides over your chin and you
smile.
you know this is why you are alive.

she shifts so quickly sometimes,
answering prayers. clearing for the future.

certainly I feel
pressure building seeping through  
simple thoughts of you

my gold chain, charging.
She placed it around my neck
intentionally.

I am plagued in self doubt,
It's been two years now,
The vibrations recently have been dim.
For so many days,
I've been working.
Slightly adjusting to the new songs.
They sound different when we stopped talking.
When I stopped trusting.
It's all about trust for me.
Romantically that desire clears when
I cannot depend on your word.

Two years we've been living here
Replaying the same dry tunes.
Repeats of how each hurt the other.
Recounts of the days, perspectives differ.
Finding less and less in common.
Feeling the distance grow.
Slowly then quicker.

These days now are heavier.
Too heavy. Too cold.
These days need to be released.
My home must be in peace.
I can no longer live in this.
I must take back the lead of my life.
My children follow directly at my feet.
My children make me feel so deep.
They kept me here for two years.
Of constant energetic war.
They pushed us to try.
We tried, it's now time to let it go.

Our health is weakening,
Mine is.
These days things are how it is,
There's no coming back from this
For me and you. We just need to move on.
Do this co-parenting thing like the Gs we are, and make a life for our babies
There's no other way we can all make it.
I must breath again, regardless of what I said, I can no longer maintain.
And it is in our foundations, and up til today. Time to give way to new birth.
The 10 year is up, and our son believes I
Was born on the 10th of every month.
He's an antenna too.
They guide me, they know me so well,
I must pay attention to his tune.
Zeros and ones create anew.
It's the technique of the two.
It's the year for space.
Manifestation is being brewed.

And I love you, I always will.
These days I wish to be farther still,
Hurt feelings are raw, and I'm still confused by where my friend went.
Though men are wired different
And you lost your friend too.
It's why we've been doing this for two **** years! I feel sad for you.
And you believe I'll see you again.
Though you're so gone.

And I am thankful for the light.
Stand up girl, get up, let's go...
Stand up!

ONE
Is imprinted on the back
Of a dollar bill.

The outer edges are webbed.
Trapped.

Excitement to find the hidden
Codes in the corners
During school days.
Those days of entrapment.
The slave training days.
Hey, awareness is my only
Approach
To breaking habit.

Those days, we scanned the note
Forward and backward
Looking for games.
Knowing make believe
When we see it.

Those days, when we were freer
Within,
Those days are staged with
Cob webs,
Like what do you want to be when you grow up?
And, black people were slaves.
This intricate Web so delicately
Entrapping truth,

WE are ONE.

It's the 1, the 1st, the real truth.
It's freedom, abundant love,
It's You. See WE in you.

The only work to be done,
The tribe is human.
We are scattered across our Mothers chest
She nourishes our breath.
We receive.

Those days I was imprinted with
Images of dollars in my head.
Now I prepare to break free.
Cob webs and spiders no longer
Intimidate me.
Bring it, I see. Clearly.

WE are ONE.
In WE I trust.

all these paths
cross and intermingle.
they swoop through my times,
they tickle my senses.

the units appear to be clear,
yet I feel this is just the beginning
of things.
the middle of other things.
my interest is fully peaked.

parts of me, like the ones that you carry,
are so **** interesting.
seems like some natural thing we do.
seems like family.
feels like home.
when I left home, I left confidently.
I knew the road was opened for me.
I took those steps smiling.
I saw you in the rear view waving goodbye.
you released me.

now you call me in.
your presence is in me.
I feel your need.
you need some pieces of me, devour them.
your hunger grows.
your heart is sending beams that reach me.
I hear you.
I understand what you need.
I need those pieces too.
the ones that were intentionally
left from within.
those that grab my attention.

those parts of you I crave.
I imagine these days,
our laughs give way to
passionate moments of love making
and crying out for more.
I know you know my tone.
you hear it in your dream state.
you think of me then too.

all these paths.
moments to be filled.
each one containing a different you.
another piece to mend.
to heal.
to love.
to be within. a new moment.
I get excited for them.
thoughts just continue and I am.

I am in this moment, releasing its grip
and now in the next.
when will I see you again.
my heart seems to be patient.
it is squared with clean edges.
the fourth chamber holds you close.
each forcing the flow.
each doing the work.
each direction felt.
each element dealt within.
we encompass all of them.

perhaps it will be in the next premonition.
the next vision will be clear.
our path will commence
and I will bear the pressure.
I will provide my lips, my hips,
my womb. I will birth anew.
I will open, to you.
that moment I will open.
I will know, in that moment.

and before,
before I will continue
to examine and discover
new trends.
you create a spark within.
I listen.

Human love
Seeming, tied to the ability of our speech,
Spoke of. Loved, we feel it.
We know when another has these feelings.

I vision a love of the Earth,
Found my home.
This being, merging with parts of me
I don't need to speak, unburied my soul.
Free ability to soar. I see you.
Perhaps you look like me,
Sense like me.
Watch things closely.

Then i wake up.
And ive watch the constellations shift,
Like they do nonstop.
Twirling around above head,
Faithful tomorrow it will happen again.
This massive measuring cup above my head,
Will move like this for another million years,
Taking with it the tides of time.
The flows are in its memory,
Overpouring.

Look closer now, see past the lights
On the ground,
Adjust your eyes to the night sky tones.
The backdrop will be shown.
You'll see how close they are if you
Can.

These feelings Ive yet to share
In those moments of love.
The way the sky really makes me feel.
How my body ripples, delights in
The pleasure of its full embrace
By the heavens.

Its felt.
A signal within sends vibrations
Travelling down my spine and then
My lover comes.
Merged in One,
I arrive. The liquids pour down,
Erruptions from my core.
And my lover recieves it all.

He'll hear the call.
Love will already be in him,
I will look closely
And make sure i see your glow,
ill know as his body comes within.
Ill finally feel your soul.

Feed me your soul.
Allow me to vessel your gold,
And we will light the fire!

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.

loving me
allow me to lay
me into you.
open me how only you do,
press upon my being
my necessary lesson.
to lay myself in We, only.
loosen the worldly grip,
submit.

melt and fade away.
my outline merged, stretched,
consoled, coaxed to join the whole,
consciously, again.
I testify to be absolved of
the grim
realities of time.
submit to reunion.

I write my submissions
and provide documentation
of time.
I assist energies plans,
providing a helping hand when I can.
when I'm not caught in my mind,
planning my energies span.

I open my heart in submission.
I open my life to the illumination, within.
I need not technological advances
to tell me the time.
I look up, and see the times
before us, upon us,
coursing through us, setting
the future.
and I fear not.
for my heart has felt the truth,
it submits naturally
once the focus is set
on submission
to God

as he rises I hear the faint
trickles of fear dissipating.
I see him clear.
I want to hold him dear,
in the embrace of a friend.
allow him to know I fear not
the fire he can create here.
how he penetrates my soul,
how his seed has changed me.
I have no fear left here,
I only wish to hug.
the bitter cold is too much.

As I sat with you,
I felt the warmth pierce my core.
The heat embraced me.
Electrical currents being charged.
Pulsing, jumping, intensifying.
Top layers burned slightly,
Though lavender can heal that.

Soothed beneath, tensions released.
Patience for the next round.
The next touch of your fire.
I must be nearer the sun.

Im at capacity
Shifting of space must take place
For me to be ready for more of you.
I wish to feel all your parts,
So I make room.  
You have faith in me,
I feel you.
Your grace are the arms that embrace me now.
Your wisdom is my guide
I listen.
My feet dragging a bit,
Though I know you're right.
New moments arrive, I will be found smiling.

surrendering my low vibing energies,
casting them out to sea.
awaiting the cleansing.
it approaches slowly, quicker now.
the rivers meet and bring nutrients from
upstream, they bring new life
from others parts, diversifying.
the snow is melting.

I hear it coming, the visions steady,
these days intended to heal.
what a cyclical thing releasing old ways.
searching behind for whats next.
feeling around in the dark,
unsure of what is to be found.
what rests in the shadows.
who will be with me.

I know you will be there.
you will catch me.
as I allow my knees to give,
my sight goes dark,
my heart breaks open.
the light within blinding and burning anything near.
severing the past.
those moments of before.

theres something to my path,
this journey,
I am to surrender to my self,
the true me.
the one that knows you in everything.
the one that feels the strings of time.
the inner being.
I am to allow this to see.
to direct.
this has been validated.

the stars direct me.
they guide me, provide the inner layers.
construct the inner days time.
and I trust the steps they lay.
I will continually choose my light way,
aware of what the dark has,
I shine through. I pierce the womb,
I come through.
I absorb you,
I surrender.

circumstances, misunderstandings
its these delicacies I mishandle.
not much space to be my self.
the water rushes in, my lungs fill.
these pesky circumstances,
wishing telepathics was our shared interest
knowing the path of least reistance.
it is clear and known.
the ram within,
her courage pulls to charge,
born again, shifting of the stars.
where these **** circumstances start.
cause I know what they are,
the objective sensed. senses need fine tunning.
nervous system, tunning. feeling tuned in.
the wind brings the faintest of messages,
listening closely.
zipping out Zs and As, connecting strings
centuries in length.
worlds deep, together receiving the sweetest melody.
in that breeze, where the circumstances pause, briefly, as they sometimes do.
sometimes you just misunderstand me.
a lot of people do.
and I know I just dont get you, either.
circumstamces of the stars, the dance
of the ages. minds infinite expansion.
I just want to span it, crack my set of code.
pay forward, encourage growth.

so much to know, well for the moment you know it.
after that its history, past, authenticated through
your mind, your slice.
oh what it is to be alive! to survive these
circumstances

many nights
right before I close my eyes
the lyrics begin to flow.
I know you are close. I feel you.
your presence becomes known.
I hear you. your scent still unknown.
I wonder how long before I know it.

as my eyelids close,
I get warm, my back settles.
the arch gives and the muscles relax.
I sense you're near, you're pressed against me.
I lay still. I prepare to release, to breath.
heave, silently, my children sleep.
they rest next to me.
the space there.

how can I bare to continue to miss
this bliss. to not know what it is.
my patience will not run thin.
I will stand in love.
I will listen. follow the path back to my dreams.
I know they will come again.
these new ones will be of you.

reality is
that plants and man
go hand in hand
that plants mans
right hand man
that mans hand
is strengthened through
plants.
plants blood
feeds man.
mans bones
feed plants.
no plants no man.
the relationship is
symbiotic.

reality is
freedom is a birthright
of all born.
freedom to do as
one yearns, pulled toward.
concrete somehow tricks
our feet into believing we are free.
though we do not hear
the message of the beat
the tune of the heat
emanating from the earth.
we miss steps, tricked by concrete.
our egos need a check.

reality is
all are symbiotic relationships.
no you no me.
I only see me because
I can see me next to you.
same with plants.
life is not linear
or clean, the dirt you sweep up
is meant for you to breath.
vibrissae deal in exclusive ways,
only allowing nutrients
and B12 in.
mysophobia is a dis-ease of the mind.

reality is
we are cut off from our home.
from our air
from our dirt
and our plants.
they too miss us.
the wisdom of life is long
the proof to **** linearity.
the trees call us to honor our bond
to sound the alarm
calmly, in the dream state
so all touch the vibration.

they call to us always.
their dreams need our ears
our hands release the inspiration
of us, together, symbiotically
creating.

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!

some topics are taboo.
it seems this is so,
at the root, these lies,
discover you and me.
our natural true beings.
so there they stay
cloaked in a definition of taboo,
almost respectfully,
sitting for centuries,
gaining energy, changing mind.

I say let's dig out these, too.
re-defining will take time,
though today a word,
a thought, a stream of us
came through,
can I hash this out with you?

victimization - it's synonyms are
deception, fake, con, fraud,
deceit, dodge.
dodge...
the antonyms, truth, reality, honesty,
peace...
dodge peace,
sure this is only a piece,
it's these things I need to talk through,
is this revolutionary for you, too?

****, victimization is a hoax,
well, of course, suffering is choice,
we are the power of the stars,
ok, let's see...
it seems, WE,
collectively
needed a break from the murky
waters of Pisces, like WE
need expansion in all forms of
technology.
it doesn't free though because we
think we can be victimized, governed.

now, hold on,
we create what we see,
so we victimize ourselves? (I choose to govern me)
instead of choosing to suffer
we can choose to create a new reality.
the subtleties are deafening now!
groping at my sleeves
begging to get out,
to be launched down
inject the network with our worth.
birth to death to birth,
we are God, source,

new definitions must be formed,
new books written,
new paradigms were living,
be free or not,
it's your choice.

these transitions in life
have a way of slamming in.
they carry weighted experience.
they alter time.
these shifts, the waving goodbyes,
the new normals.

gold,
the only material worthy,
the only metal capable of keeping
the mold off, keep the heart pumping fresh.
opening and closing for the workout.

trust, these movements of such,
these takes and thrusts.
the massive shift of the ocean, as the tide
releases its hug upon this shore.

She heaves, and shifts the sea.

these pure moments,
they carry all of the energy that is needed
to make it the next round.
ejected from new moments in space.
ones yet to be seen.

its these,
these brilliant moments.
I tend to rest patiently in between,
as the energy is building.....

New life begins,
And if left alone, he crawls to his mothers chest.
Inch by inch he crept, towards the smell of Her.
If left alone, he will suckle and be kept
Well. Secretions of liquid gold will
Give this young babe all he needs to grow.
Mothers milk evolving as
His needs change.
More heavy on the immunity
In the beginning.
Protein and fat highly prized too.
His brain will activate on time
As he's held, and he'll be prepared to be a warrior.

His strides will carry him across
Her Mother, the birth space of Her womb.
His own home.
The sounds there are tuned to his heart beat. Time in utero necessary.

His strides tell us there are no internal miseries.
Only choice, blasted epiphanies!
Only choice, it's the truth I see.
Our Mother is choosing her army.
She's aligning great luminaries,
Great bright things,
That clear the fog.

She over grows to nourish the soul,
As she nourishes the ground.
Each level balanced out.
We among the stories.
Creating our story to be expressed in our genetic code. Set in forward mode already, no reverse, forward only.
And the past still does it's thing.

Her milk responds to her babes calls.
Many of us are calling home.
We are asking for God to bring forth the light of the heart.
To expand the height
To retract the dark.
Recognizing Her cycles.
Knowing they are infinite.

All things have cycles.
We choose our steps.
Mamas always got our backs,
Though. And since plants are built like us, they are easy to assimilate,
The bond vast.
Our Mothers milk, adjusting to her
Children's calls. The hormonal shift.
The talk of the hearts.

She grows best where the sun shines long

and strong

where the air is hot

mosquitos have agendas

and time is just different

the sun shines long 
and strong

and she grows tall and wide

naturally 
using the nutrients of the Earth

to co-create with herself

a new generation called

by so many.


In these places

the bodies are protected
 with ample vitamin D

perfection of the dream

the hair spirals to a tight coil

assisting with heat release

these bodies

with their recognizable
 similarities to me,
to us all.


The ocean is so blue,
in some of these places,

even I jump in.


She grows best when her power is understood

the intimacy of her relationship

with all who are open.

She is so strong.

Manifestations be like that though…

her ability to totally support her community,

while also accepting from the network

is awe-inspiring.

Her lineage is so cooperative

its probably the first real jealousy

I've felt in a few days.


To be able to interact with

You

through touch or words or color

and instantly understand
your needs.

And then to be able to satisfy even one of them?!


Man the brain leaves much to ask for.


She was the first one that talked to me.

She was screaming

she was being eaten

I thought I was just dreaming.

I wasn't.


The concrete my feet grew on

was too cold to understand

(though I'm sure it too has 
something to say…)

so the translation is a bit jumbled.

And uncomfortable
…am I just crazy??

well, yes, of course,
I talk to myself all day long...

imagine the misery 
that could be released

if the bodies that

already depend on her

structure

could freely invite her

into their time.


That would be a rhyme

of reparations size.
a rhyme of freedom chimes.
just to be with her on the land.
submerged in her awareness,
healing of the nations confirmed.

Weeks before I was warned.
Weeks before the bellows grew.
The aches were heard,
the awareness of the end.
A dance of groan and give,
groan and give.

Prepare for the attack!
They are coming with chainsaws
and they see along the line.
Please be aware! Know yourself!
I won't be here for ever.
My time is set… My cycles end intended.
Please, child, please, listen.
You have opened your heart
to me.
I trust you now.
Now trust me.

The groaning, weeks before,
alerted me to an impending date.
A date with death.
The hit was felt.
The after effect to follow the days.
The whole in the sky to be foreign
for the days.
Feeling exposed, and alive!
Alive to witness the
death of A Giant.

The crash is overwhelming.
The day is too heavy.
The time draws near.
I will miss you my dear.
I pray to thee and ask you
to watch over me.
Please do not leave me.
Lay new roots with me.
I'll dance and I'll sing
and commit. You trust me.
You know me. We stand the test
as one.

Groan bellow with the wind tone
We stand the test as one.
We release the pressure,
the melancholic low vibrational hum…
the presence of absence, lost here.
She joins her friend, leaving behind
fragments
to be reborn,
cradled, in my hands. I will call
on the Mother Earth within
to breath life again.

We never end! she screams as she crashes to the ground.
Her resting place. My final vision
of my friend.

the essence of this is independence
the solo dance
the one we are born into.
the confidence to step, step by step,
alone.

the essence of my youth is this
realizing I had my interests best
reigns in my hands, instant success.
thankful to those along the path,
who felt my light, my heat, my heart,
well before I invest.

the essence of the black hole,
my infatuation clearer now.
you experience independence,
the systems of existence have no chance with you. you stand alone,
yet! await the other side.
I must be born of you.

of the land of independence
of the tribes, of the scribes
greatest tales.
the independent that Sun too
gazes back upon.
the birthing black hole.

the balance here, now,
of independence and creator.
perfection real, so
nothing to strive for,
but to love more. so I love you more
and I thank God I witness.

and I receive the plant message,
relationships, the interdependence,
is solely for nourishment.
I will nourish you.
I'm built for it.

the commercialization of yoga
is unfortunate, it will keep
many of its participants
truly from experiencing what
the practice can reveal.

like how to balance.

the steps before balance is sought after,
the ones that prepare for the posture,
those steps matter.
each one drawing nearer,
providing clearer paths.
each one climbing higher,
marking the journey to Self.

once balance has been decided upon,
the sounds of bare feet
meet the glance, awareness of stance.
foot planted firmly, toes spread out.
really feeling, holding, curling into ground.
grounding, roots searching for the water
they were promised.

the flow balance offers, it must be fought for.
when alone, on one foot, toe, on the palms of hands,
balance takes constant,
minor
adjustments.
over and over again.
eyes focused only on a single point,
constantly adjusting the foot,
working the muscles of the journey to
balance. the fight of the sages.

constant minor adjustments
achieve balance.
adding just a little bit, here or there.
right at the point of breaking down.
right then, make another minor
change, shift the weight yet again
and create more balance.

thats all it is, just minor adjustments
until the pose is achieved,
then the mind sees it controls matter
and the mat feels like home.

the blissful kiss
of the truth
is so hard to miss.
I sit and I reminisce how divine
that moment tasted.
I ask for another drip...

the kiss, of what is,
the graceful wisp of
what is,
the golden ray beaming down.
the lighter blues hinted with
a spot light.
I sit and I remember it,
how it felt upon my lips
and how my heart ached for more.

my heart got a glimpse
of pure love, again.
I know at birth I witnessed it,
and at death, each moment in between
these, it seems to be here too.
well, I actually know it is.
I've kissed

the love of what is.
all of it.
what this is. its a pureness so few
can ignore, fewer tend
to barely hear a sound.
we are clouded by loud thoughts
and culture.
though its in every one of our
moments. this bliss

we miss it.
this fire lit in our bowels,
this passion for breath,
and ***,
and children,
and death.
we miss the nature of things
and its divine imprint on our
beings.
we miss kissing,
the faint blissfulness of what is.

Nearer the center of us,
Of our creation. Our home.
The energy rests, charged highly feminine
Highly creative.
Preparing to birth.

Near this point of One,
Where the explosion took place,
Where the energy to create begins again.
Here we arrive from a womb.
Emerging into reflection.

Here the Mothers love is experienced.
Here you see what unconditionally smells
Like.
Here you begin to see why all must be.
Well, as it is, always.

Here the womb births ALL,
And here we rest with our SELF.
None can give to the source of itself.
To take is indeed a fallacy too.
Mothers unconditionally love their
Children. And near You, she's dedicated.

To our time to witness,  she's pleasured
By our stance . She tells us to rest,
And stand, ride until you glide,
And have fun.
When it's your turn to rebirth,
Trust I will be the one to call you in,
Close to my bossom
And we will release, exhale and reunite.

All is well. Trust in the magic of love.

I want to absorb your being into me
 if I could I would
take your flesh
 your path
your journey
every moment you've seen
every inch
I am the water
 I move quickly

as I stand In this River bed
 I feel the miles of it
before this point of it.
I see the pressure
 pushed through these
rocks.
 the water moves slowly
 here
 she trickles.
though her power is not reduced
she shapes and molds
what she must.
 standing

In this Rivers bed
I feel the heat above my head
 and I feel the waves crashing
 into my mind.
The break of the waters path
As she learns to notice mine.
I AM just standing there,
And we intertwine.

as I stand In this River
I realize water moves quickly
and always cleanses in time
 percolating through the Earth
 toxins are made here too

And I'll walk the water home
back towards the Sun
 and bring my friends along
Breaking through
Time and distance

And just trusting
My song.
It's being fine tuned, the
Melody of my heart.

The one
Let’s see…

Tall dark and handsome, please…
Brilliant.
Aware of the fraud of success.
Open heartedness.
Honest. Totally honest.
Conscious.
Strong, in arms and chest.
Courageous!
Studious, patient.
Warm and welcoming
In the oddest of
Situations.
Fluid yet stern in stance.
Bold yet quietly impresses.
Lion and Lioness
Capability of holding me
Securely. Tightly, loosely,
Freely.. encouraging free.
Right there beside me.
Right here.

He, I see now the pull.
That tug to He.
Its you.
The divine energy of the
Light of the womb.
Its you, in form.
The magnificent,
Heaven sent adorned with
Structures of Gods.
Its you.

Its your space I await to feel
Pressed against.
The essence you emit.
The presence you elicit.
The delicate tracing of your lips
I will know them as soon as we kiss
And before, I will notice
The form. The shape, the way
Your teeth show through.
It will all come back as soon
As I see you.
You will see me, I promise
That day, you will see me.

What more, she said to get it out…

The one,
Competitive with no one,
Except his self.
Compassionate to healing
Trusting of women.
A tree lover, hugger…..ehhh
… for sure a lover.
And can swing an ax if
Its cold and winter.
Problem solver and
Negotiator.
Maybe an Aquarius…
I want a writer,
A poet, a singer.
I want a hard worker.
I want the one to see
Me.
When he hears me
He knows he’s heard his call.
The voice calls him in
And we swim, diving deep within
Spending hours
Divulging our souls.
Testing for qualms.
Adjusting for changes in the future.

The near future, he will walk right up to me
He will ask me my name
And we will speak as friends.
And we will grow naturally,
As it happens time and time again.
Ours a slow and steady end.

babies are birthed from the darkest.
the LOVE of creation, from the darkest.
the light of life from the dark.
without the current in the fluid
the brain would not spark.
in order to stop you
had to start
and so I propose being
neutral.

these days we could use some
neutrality. some of that prior unity
recognition. the initial condition.
the balanced act.
the grey only looks that way
with the blue sky shining
when the sun comes around.
contrast creates definitions.
provides a canvas for the reflection...

communal disconnections,
normalcy in alone. here,
we are meant to moan and groan
and throughly love the lust,
the bones of this life.
with the I sight the commune
becomes hindsight, the WE
shrinks down to one, alone,
wondering,

competition to get to a conclusion
just an end of some
pass-time action. choose one or
the other.
each holding its truths,
the necessary rules.

so I try to be a neutral being
standing right on the middle of
both.
I was raised on the coast,
the waves only rising and falling,
crashing, laughing
at the nights fate. each rise
rolling down into the valley, the pit.
giving time its due. then,
surface to the moon and prepare the ride
again.

the neutral being, press upon
the sides
there is only One.
allow the insight to ignite from within,
embrace the ease of reality,
regardless of perception.
be quenched, release.
ALL is One.

an ode to my stars,
I am One, learning to balance.
I thank God I witness.

Heart broken open
Time warpping,
Quickenings of the beat.
What is needed
Comes
And heals the wear,
Mends the tear of selves
And creates new tissue,
Then is released.

Soaring on the wind,
Or the waves, its been
Days, my heart maintains its mend.
Its been strengthened
And its reflecting its voice.
Recklessly disciplined,
Closely monitoring choice,
Aligning each step with my beat.
I know the tune, now.
I hum the songs of my heart.
Im just getting them out.
They've been buried
Under mounds and mounds.
Pounds of self doubt.
Concerned if you'd like my song.
I had it all wrong.
That love, that pair,
Is already in here.
Balance is me here, now.
Teetering in and out,
Still fighting
To share my heart out loud!!!

Things keep changing
My desire waning,
Seems like the work is
Better done alone.

Free of those attachments
Free from the madness,
The fog that sits,
The love explodes!

The abode of my heart
Grows, stronger, with each step
Towards independence-
To be prepared to advance to
The next step.

The steps home..

Now I know
This will be hard to read...
What if reading were illusionary.

Let's see, I am not this body.
This is know for sure.
The mind is not I.
I watch the two, in an
Interaction I can barely touch,
I can only grace, essence slips
Through the cracks of my palm.

The Me, I AM, she, he, WE,
I can see anything.
I can tune into
Information being thought
Over seas and time.
Inventions of time prove this,
Theory not needed for One.

WE are what knowledge creates,
What we see, breath, be.
Our source is infinitely creating a new.
WE create what we desire.

Information  is obtained from within.
And then, this leaves room
To question the true steam
Behind learning to read.
Since anything written is
Merely
A single portion of creation,
Perspectives glance, a chance
For a new view.
Since this is, reading carries
a particular weight.

My child resist,
Resist until it fits.
Resist, revolution will look like
This.
Illiterate is illusion, and yet
Illumined beings they are.
Ones that go within to learn
The steps of their path.
Child, resist. Hold tight, clench
Your fists to protest with the love
of your SELF.
Who WE is. Resist.
You are here to change things,
Over time, evolve within
the cycle of things.
To witness... resist and hold form.
We are free. Nothing can be taught
That is not for all to see.
We are free, literally. Bits of me
Spread in the wind.

we do not believe the confessions
before our faces,
the admittance of the travesties.
we choose to see things how
it is constructed to be seen.
there is always the choice,

I think its the missing rituals
that we forgot. spell casted,
fog rot. rolling in on all the mediums
that come from system, all of them.
so we're a little bit bombarded.

the muse of the creators, the power,
the originator, She, is to be trusted.
misguided centuries
have turned the heads disgusted
at the miracles of  their times,
witnessing the feminine spirit of the spine
birth a child, or raise a tribe.

She and her daughters are the ones
who know alone,
that moment, that human form
pushes out of your core,
emerges from the dark,
the songs of spirit circling the babe,
caressing the body for the trek.

alone, that moment. you have no one.
there is no option, it is you and God
gracing the entrance of new life.
portals being used so frequently
we call it normal…

we cut wombs, screaming
mama cannot open, (as her entire system shuts down from stress)
woman robbed of her moment alone,
her moment to know,
to remember her home,
the submitting to faith alone
that she is alive!
(pitocin has the exact same effect,)

robbed of birth, the birthing mother
weeps for the gut wrenching, stomach hurdling
pain to cease, the pain of creation.
the necessary absorption for mother
to mother, to heal her children, her nation.

in that moment alone she learns who she is …

with that moment she becomes mother,
her ritual as a creator.
woman finds her way there regardless,
though these moments are the ones
God created to witness self,
to hear the music of movement,
to live in the creative destruction,
as one.

some will tell the story as there are many sides
there is only one.

we walk along the edge,
bodies lay, scattered, mangled,
leaves.
we notice tire marks in the mud,
the rains last week weeped on this scene.

the concrete feels meek,
ready to bust. feet upon its back
too much. the scores of energy
pulsing up naturally relax its stance.
the plants find single slits of space
and reach for the sun.

the land prepared to bake in the sun
with bodies of friends, slowly breaking
down. life released into the air.
we breath it in as we approach the mesquite.
we knew from glances ahead
her home was raided.
we come to find the ground shaken,
dug up, ripped with a force to ****.
she is gone and her team of nourishing cousin
are too.
none survived the pillage of the
big white truck.

bodies, leaves, roots, blood of kin
poured into her skin, charging now.
the final message is,
rebirth! alive!
my eyes fill, my heart sighs.
the dark skies claim their victory.
the black fate of new.
all must return to her womb
and live again. i return to her womb
to live again.

we say prayers over our friends
and celebrate the time they had.
days before we were working with them,
right here, amongst living, breathing
beings of the light.
we harvested,
stored bits of their coding.
hoping their roots survive the assault.

in the city, we live cloudy visions,
manicured horizon, the eye shines
bright away from the skyline.
that night eye is watchful and we see
the life walk alongside.
we see the stars slowly twisting clockwise,
we know all the vibrations have been here,
before and will always prosper.
we reenter and the movements get
harder to see.
soon the night lights are on,
we are defecating in our water
and mass murdering healing beings.
and yet they still believe in us.
still grow for our shot at life.

at the very least,
they died knowing my children and i.
they died knowing they were seen and
recognized.
and the block moves on swiftly.
we end our survey and we see
survivors! a small patch of community.
the roots all sing and stretch to
send these beings energy,
love,
attention.
look, a new bud is forming.

come drip with me
drip in me
fill my senses
with fluidity
liquify my mind
flood my memories
reunify, end your trip down stream.

drip with me, into
each possibility
roar with me
encompass all barriers
along the road
fall into
the falls with me
s  o  a  r  i  n  g  
through the bends to the end
of that trickle.

be me its all I have to offer
as I desire to be you.
I know the truth
you do too
the chemicals make visibility cloudy
and then we start to consider
is stream or steam
better?
and then we slow freeze
and develop a rigidity
and miss the abyss of the hairline split in time
we were destined to kiss.
we miss the lessons of our Mother
so we must start at the heart.

clear your heart for me
let me top off your energy
with the love I feel pulsating
through my crown. shower
You down to me.

reorganize beliefs
move like water

We sit on opposing sides
We watch one another, carefully
Cautiously.
We notice the difference.
The diversity.
We see it as challenge.  

Neutrality, the option of the stars.
The opinion of the cycles.
My own personal dedication.
Unlearn division.
Learn to move through the steps
Gracefully.
Hold another's hand gently,
Allowing room to wiggle.
To hurt.
Create space to heal and touch.
I need to be touched.
I need to reconcile my hearts work out.
I love unconditional and have had a guard
Up. Taught young that my love would
Be taken advantage of.
Never worried up front.
The first hurt though,  
Instant cover up.
Instantly taking my personal path
Up another rung.
Following that piscean path to One.

It's the blood,
They taught me to keep my fists up.
I fight for you. For love. I've been beat up.
All who whisper love to me, it seems.
It's a conundrum.
Born with unconditional love for everyone,

It just isn't for me.
It's in my stars.
I barely recognize I'm alive.
When the moons glow is full,
I fill with the want to go home.
Though,
My heart was born for you.
while I'm here and aware
I'll stayed focused on how to repair
These broken habits
And serve as I'm meant to.
My Virgo essence reconciling in my sea.
Influencing me to critique and heal.
One will know me.
And in that moment,

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.

times are changing
each hand, still a bit confused.
cycles abruptly stopped
always cause ripple effects.
the affects, many of us don't feel it yet,
how time changes our minds.
our time…

times are changing
and I lived in the places
where time fought the change.
where the land stays the same
energy waves maintain the flow of the times.
these places are exactly the same.
people just don't worry as much about
time changing.

time is a constant
combined with the questions of now.
answers ride times constant waves
of change.
riding with the ebb of things
creating structure for creations flow.
ebb and flow
times structure.

times are changing within
I no longer question the little girl
she and me are One again.
I see her presence, the potential they set her in.
those spirits of yester years, they saw Me, more clearly
than I did.
my times were structured to prepare me
for time change, so I depended on
outside vision.

those days are of completion, now
I know Me. clearing my time for self
creating the structure to breath.
freedom, is Me and You.

and I, I am Free.
regardless of the defining lines you see,
I flow free, slipping right past the grip.
the grip of ID's … gracefully allowing for
my body to recognize its natural alignment.

times changing, I wait patiently for the return of Spring.
the burst of color and fertile patterns.
the tree blossom knows what I mean,
the return of Spring! The resurrection
of the change of things, change over time.

the Earth provides the stories we retell
over and over again.
like waiting for time to change, again.
barely awakened to its shift, and yet…
evolution takes place.
the story is the Suns shine on the move
the movement of our Star across the sky.
these stories are retold yearly, cyclically,
culturally,
they describe the scribes sight.
illuminate the shadows of now
and of all objects.

time is the forming subject
for LOVES infinite dance of balance.
ebbing to flow towards You. the only direction for me.

Your chest felt like home
And your tone. Whisper to me
Our future moments

It's that right there
That contact, the time to be there.
The things that must occur.
The faith to learn to just take
The next step. To learn to trust
My heart.
There are many paths in there
Though I follow the one where I move
Easy through.
The ones with less resistance.
They bring me quicker to You.

you create a ripple of
all the good.
transcending, exploding within.
feast on my memories.
bake them with your light.
allow me in. barriers are none.

our souls meet, every night.
I dream of those days,
ahead.
how my head will feel resting on your lap.
watching
how your palm feels on my neck.
barriers are for fools.

we need no control
the freedom we exude is our nature.
we came here to share
freedom in nature.
I still walk beside, and become alive
at your sounds. the sounds that
come from you
make me want to learn to play the sax,
I want to replay the emotion of your voice
for you.

I've never done well with barriers.
even tinting my windows can cause me angst.
please don't think, before you do.
just give me you. Ive wanted this gift for years.
I've learned the lesson of reception,
no turning back … the perfection of rebirth,
move forward.

honestly I can be anyone,
I can morph into any frames
persona. I can become their reflection.
at almost any point in time,
my personal self can secede.
and it does so honorably.

I can sense definitions,
how you sense things. I do not claim
to know you. though your energy does
provide clues that make
reflecting you easy.
struggling only to see how you
see me.
here I tend to get confused.
loves lessons are truly full.

and its what water is to do.
there is no ridding of the reflection.
its meant to absorb the colors.
it will do. as intention is set,
the water moves south.
it will do as it is intended,
moving along down stream.

ever since I was young I have loved the rough ones,
the hard ones, born from a womb of fire.
ability to love the spaces others run from,
no amount of emotional obstacles tire me.
born when the faith is near gone,
rebirth on the horizon, spring guaranteed to return.
this season has a particular vibration,
notes of visualization, tuned to the chord of universal love.

universal love. what does that really mean?
are we really considering loving
everyone and everything?
loving the dark as we do the day
and the night as the light.
the building up of the next come up
and the guaranteed destruction of its life.
standing still in the center, neither seem far.
my hands reach out and can sense
both sides were required to start.
so which matters most?

If I chose to see, I continually turn to the light.

why? well because half of us must
energize that side. I flip, trust.
some days I find myself lost in the darkest
parts of us. drowning, forgetting to put my feet down.
those moments I earn more ground, I build
up for the next wave to come.
I keep my head up and the light always shines bright.
any time I look to the light, it shines,
distracts me from low vibes, keeps my
mind alive and aware both sides matter
so I ride these waves.
I coast this vibe, this patience for the other side,
the light always returns, rebirth is life.

to me, universal love is recognizing that
both sides are required.
death is required for life.
sound is required for quiet.
my peace is found in between.
piercing, I burrow into its sweet core,
the feeling of home is seen,
the frequency shifting the waters.
this season makes me believe these things,
later winter rebirth is coming type things,
universal love's guarantee.

our Earth always springs forth, new life
will always return, there is no final ending coming,
we are secured in her crown. the cycles move around
again, and then down shift again and love is still
what bounds it all. unconditional
universal love that is birthed from her core
over and over and over and over and over again
until she rests and then births some more.
this is a Mother's core, Our Earth, an all knowing
soul that provides us with everything that we have.
and anything more. all comes from the Earth and her core.
there is no thing that does not come from her back,
her heart, her sacrificial programming, knowing
rebirth keeps it going, so we honor before.
she guides us to honor before.

before our division, before our confusion,
mental conversation depression, disconnect
from our one. from the one that we are.
from the one that we trust, that we must trust.
trust she has birthed the ones needed to carry
forth the torch. she is prepared for all.
she provides her children all. never turning her back
on all of us.
believe in the return of the spring, it is for all of us.
and it is coming.

it is coming like every year before.
her cycles are the core. the magma turns
and prepares for the waters.
new life springs forth.
and we love it because it joins,
it forms.
universally creating, honoring before.
she encourages you to honor before. honor before.
universal love.

a shadow crept in
quickly, quietly, unannounced
unwelcomed.
the signs were flushed
on the flesh of her face.
tiptoed, trying a hostile takeover.

Eureka! its presence is now known.
the dark vibratory notes tone
recognized.
diagnosis of dis-ease or disease,
regardless, the journey continues.

reborn to birth anew
You, will heal.
You, shine heal-her vibrations,
regardless, if all parties are on board!
its just your soul.
I've watched you from before
to the crown, now is Your time
to shine!
and let thy food be thy medicine,
hands are awaiting your embrace.
weak hearts are preparing for your tune up!
Child! You are health!

I anticipate a reintroduction
of sorts. though our souls
have been one from source.
our mothers and brothers and grandmothers
one pulse, one tune.
healing for the ages, healing of the sages.
we must stand up, just put our feet down!
rise, sister, rise.
neither victimized nor misunderstood,
You! oh You. I love you
I miss you. I'll see you soon...

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!

traces of your essence
litter my path, well lighting
the way, charging the rebel in me,
knowing I can truly be no other.

only traces, substantial pieces
have been broken down
into traces, the dust of things
of the past. only remains.

the traces illuminate within me
as if they were me, and I know they are.
your words play as the memories
that I choose to stay in
and replay, and cherish.

traces of stuff gets blown around
and I can taste that which has graced
you. that which flowed through you.
it rests my sense of urgency.

the traces seem to be enough
for me to follow, to a greater me.
to a clearer journey, the rebel being
nourished, while the servant doing the work.

the work that must be done.
the work of the angles.
of the ones that guide us, my grandma.
the work of LOVE,
the one that destroys all it creates.
the power of fate, the feeling laughing
creates. just do the work, she says,
whether they laugh or
turn the heads,
do the work.
put together the traces,
they lead only to You.

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.