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Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
You have become a dull ache that sits just above the small of my back.  We have grown tall weeds between us. In bed you go fetal whenever I come within arms reach. failing to connect.  I am left alone with the chill of your silence as it mocks me sleepless in the echoes of the night.
a ceramic
coffee cup,
old percolator,
your wrists.

clink clink —

the stirring
of sugar.
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
You'll know it when
you feel it
right between your
solar plexus and gut
Tune your life by it
for You are the middle man
deciding when to
calibrate your mind
to this higher realm
Once you go there
it's hard to come back
Illusion is the hardest
craving to break
we live there at all times
To be truth one must
find their own vibration
and live from this frequency
of true freedom
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
To make corduroy cool
you'll need to be
the grand ole size of a
5'2 sprite
Be perky having
thrift-shop lovin flip-flop
wearing, I'm going to
make a bold statement with my
clothes inducing, young
and up and coming, professional
with a namaste projecting
attitude.
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
Flowers
are God's way of
saying that She
is all things
distinct and funky
we need them
to understand
the ambiguity of life
as wild as they are
boundless
and eager to please
They have the courage to
rise up from concrete
to exist  
experiencing Herself
and to explore
the endless wanton ways
Inspired by Gloria O'Keeffe's painting Black Iris
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
If God is not
a great harsh
old man in the sky
with alabaster skin
and a white beard


Then who is She?
Live life authentically...
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