I am phenomenal
I am intelligent
My blood is not about phenomenal
It is about my body, personality and
Ability.

Having phenomenal blood
You have to show the strength and the
Power of Phenomenal
To be able to handle it yourself.

Peoples who are phenomenal today
Are not phenomenal today
Peoples who aren't phenomenal today
Will be phenomenal tomorrow.

Blood is Phenomenal
Phenomenal is Blood
Be the Phenomenal blood.

                By K-mari ©2016

Colour Blind

I don't see the colour of your skin.

I see
the colour of your heart.

Is it dark and putrid or
is it the color of a soft and lilting tune?
Is it filled with warm tones,
or cold?
Hues of ice and snow,
or gold?

Do you give or take?
Do you love or hate?

I don't see race or faith,
I just see you-
your energy, your words, your actions.

I see you; I just simply
see you.

In visions at night
Did I see that strange place
Of towering monoliths
And dull layered stone

I had always heard rumor
That the dark side of the moon
Was not wholly empty
And my dreams confirmed this notion

The more of such dreams I had
The more I dreaded the night
To the point where I could hardly sleep
Yet still the visions came

My waking eyes were plauged
By these intrusive revelations
Foreign geometry and entirely alien things
Came in and out of my view

Just as I had thought myself
To have finally gone insane
The visions and dreams stopped
And my mind was cleared

Mustering up some courage
I peered out my bedroom window
Past the fruit orchards
To the full hollow moon

As I looked to it
No images sprang into my mind
No dark towers or vile cities
Only a far off whisper

That filled me with more terror
Than all my visions put together

She was 87 years old.
Has trouble with arthritis.
Daughter said
Can you smell that cream?

She told me her mother
Was full-blooded
Cherokee
And I told her
I could see it in her face.

She said I had cherokee blood
She said she could
See it in my face

She said someone
Brought her a seven-sided statue
She said she didn't know if she believed
His story.

He said an old chief
Came out of a tree
And gave it to him.
He said the old chief
Said it was meant for her.

He said he would
Take her to that tree
To see if the old chief
Would come out
To meet her

I told her
I believed

There are convolutions
and convergences
on life's highways and byways
What's in our in-trays goes out
And returns one fine day ahead
When the tray's contents bounce back in
We know they were never  gone