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Tanisha Jackland Jan 2016
Does every word come
dripping from
your mouth, immortal?

You rare oddity
Spinning me open
As if I were air on fire

How you would gather
yourself up
like you were
something irrelevant
in my presence

Oh shy but fluent bird
Tell me of what lovers bring
Tell me you were Shakespeare
Whispering in my ear
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
Do not be eager
to make Her into
your own image.
For She is the beginning
and the end.
We have lived within
Her and died there.
Her energy is this wild sacred
vacancy of creation.
Come be delivered
from the root of
Her womb and
be forever set free.
"The mystery of the valley is immortal; It is known as the Dark and Subtle Female. The gateway of the Dark and Subtle Female Is the source of the Heaven and Earth." - Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
Just enough to
Pave your heart
frost bit cold

Where are the wild
Things compelling you
to search your own Sun
and the stray wind that
will carry you home

We cannot live on cement alone
Though we’ve covered
the Earth with toxic stones
that do not breathe
And trash that will never perish

It may be our undoing
What we’ve done to ourselves
To die upon this heap
To suffer the bloodstains
on the asphalt
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Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
Sometimes  
I see him in soft shapes
and I can feel he
is fathomless

All beauty showing in
wild plumes of energy

We began this love affair
on the other    side  of  sleep

Him    there
luring me gently
with  his  kisses
like a  sweet lullaby

And me
waiting impatiently
to fall deep  into a  
fatal sleep
If you're lucky love will come find you in your dreams. It's true.
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
I reach  
into you
searching for
something familiar

We have forgotten
we were
once inseparable

All of us
collectively
singular
rising out of  
the great expanse

We’ll live again
like the stars
born again
on the
horizon
We are stardust.
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
The key to women
Is a thinking man
Not a drinking man
Who can open up a
Stinking can of spam

We’ve dealt with a lot
And we know how to spot
The dead end plot
Of men just wanting a fling

We are deep individuals
Not just pretty plated visuals
For you to beep
Whenever you peep
You creep

So give us our props
Then maybe we’ll drop…

You a line or two.
As if you didn't know. The truth is we are all human and deserve to be treated as such. But most importantly, we all have souls, you know, those delicate magical little things inside us all? Speak to each other's soul. That is why poetry is so important. It speaks to what is unseen and true. Remember this. Be playful, spontaneous and protect what is sacred.
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
I am the silent one.
The one who watches
all the terrible things.

Not a sputter
Shall escape my lips.
In search of a cordial tongue.
For mine is cold
like the skin of ghosts

Vacant to this scourge
In the moment
on a dead moon night

I am the silent one
The one who watches
you do all the terrible things.
Take heed.
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