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  Jul 2023 Tanisha Jackland
Riz Mack
Celestial ocean

Arms outstretched

We sail beneath the light



Calamitous wave

Rising in the dark

To subjugate the night



Watch the stars fall

A drop of wishful

Our faithful will provide



Warm premonitions

In pale embracement

As fostered fates collide
Tanisha Jackland Jun 2023
Today
I will put
these aging
feet on the bare
green Earth
again.

I will close my eyes
and feel the verdant energy
traverse thru my legs
up to the column of my spine

restoring
the fractures
in my soul.

Born organic
I belong to the Earth.

waking
the pure intelligence
within my body
in order to
find its way
Home.
Rinse and Repeat.
Tanisha Jackland Jun 2023
She is ours
All of us
The soft opening to
the woman
Inside you
weeping
Like the tides
Moving dark and
Clutching your veins
To make you bleed
When she is heavy and bright
the laughter will come to
break you
madness swelling
You will never know
Her completely
The wait for Her in wonder
If you are lucky
You will meet Her
Liberating you
Doused as lit
Dressed in your dreams
Tanisha Jackland Jun 2023
Nearly immortal
I have died more than
a thousand breathtaking deaths
in this body
Creaking only when
I want to prove something
Physical like movement
My flawed flesh with
Its incurable wrinkles
Has carried me thru the
Uncertainty of dis-ease
I still look for rainbows
as a sign for hope
while the rain waters
my dreams and bones
The Sun will always be my co-creator
I make good food
but still envy the
longevity of trees
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2023
This new music
comes to the
masses stomping
unfazed
a soldier girl
on a mission
changing this
frequency
into pure
light...
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2023
She reminds me
Soul has no color
it emanates from the sum
of life
as a vibrant symphony
of you

Those sole regrets
and moments revealing
themselves as
the bone truth

We are organized
of sound
and gravity

pulling us closer to
the source of divinity
we sometimes
forget
They will fall to the ground...
Blossoms of the cherry tree...
Without you,
being in my womb...
ripening grain,
And the heady scent
of primrose flowers
from the moon...
and his dust...


به روی زمین خواهند ریخت...
شکوفه هايِ درختِ آلبالو...
بی آنکه تو،
در رَحِمَم باشي...
دانه اي،
در حالِ رسیدن...
و عطرِ خوشِ پامچال ها...
از ماه
و خاكِ او....
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