The ego leads to suffering
but without these
challenges to your soul
who would you be.
none would aspire to greatness.
None physically phenomenal.
Just the knowing
of how you use to be.

I believe the sufferer
to be inherant
of the hu-man breed
and our hubris
innately our own.
but how else would
we get to truth
by failing error after error

It's all just a matter
of perspective
and still the Sun revolves
around me.

Be quiet
and let the mind settle
let the real world
slow you down
For
the truth to reveal itself
over and over
again.
I promise.

Tongue is good.
but not so dazzling
when it is trying
to be the truth.

You have awoken. again.
Clarity follows you.
when you come around. again.

I have been in fragments.
waiting.
and torn into pieces.

I was so miniscule when
you were far away.

You could feel
me nowhere.

but now that you are back
from your slumber.

I am here for you
and
unbroken.

The only remedy
for heartbreak
is time and a poem.

When your voice cracks.
When you are telling the truth.
Say it
over and over again
to them and to yourself.
Until you remember
what is real.
until the truth shakes
the room and they feel
it coming before
you do.

The best poem
is a meager tidy
little thing
a bold usurping
phenom
built from a small
cascade of words...

You are persuaded into
believing that you are only
flesh of flesh.
or blood from blood.
But there is more to it than this
your faulty beliefs about
yourself.
For you are a labyrinth.
a meditation on all things.
You are the fire that will
live on til eternity.
The forever awareness
realizing itself over and over
again for eons of love, light
and the reciprocity of being...

When your intentions are clear

the Universe will unfold before you

A bountiful table with more than you'll ever need.

We lived sullen in
awkward decadence.
Hoarding strange
little monuments. and
Odes to us.
Enough to choke on it.
The black soot of
sacrificial trees.
I saw them
burning mid-suicide.
Martyrs with wooden hearts.
at least they used them.
Unlike us
we had accidental brains
and drooled over them.
the cold blooded arrogance
Not really noble yet
we stay
sleeping like the
greed in prodigied monks
Wake me up when the
bees grow heavy
with honey again.
pinch me when we
collectively awake.

It must be
a meditation.
your life.
a very deep reflection.
a dark mirror that
shines your deeds.
Some mortals have it that
you would crumble
under such scrutiny.
But reaching for light
would sustain you.
So it must be when
you speak your truth
stand firm and take root.

To marinate.
in the warm opacity
0f then.
return to the black succulence.
when oblivion wore on you so well.
Your face was the night
gleaming with hefty stars.
You being infinity feeding.
what prize is this?
beneath this eternal veil.
for the eyes that have kept you awake
belong to you and no one.

"The spirit of emptiness is immortal.
It is called the Great Mother
because it gives birth to Heaven and Earth.
It is like a vapour, barely seen but always present.
Use it effortlessly. " -Tao Te Ching Ch. 6

We are the manifestations
of our mothers.
We all were born
from Her.
She laid down for us.
And gave Her body for us.
The ultimate sacrifice was Hers.
She would have died for us.
to be born fresh and anew.
We exist because of Her.
May She be exalted
and deeply revered forever.

Leave it all behind
the stories, the pain
the worries of you
Let it all go
whatever it is
impeding you
embody the now
for it is you
within the present moment
would it ever go
this you that is the
is-ness of totality
or is it you weaved in it
and would it fade when you
succumb to death
or will it and you
last forever...

Look. it's like this. My videos are a simply a vehicle for my poetry and music. I am not a videographer or some kind of genius artist. It's just me. surprise surprise. making my somewhat descent sounding tracks of poetry and music to less than mediocre images and free stock footage I found on the webs.

And yes. Beyonce has finally caught up with me. I know. And no. I am not hooked up with corporations getting paid by the millions. In fact, I am anti-corporate fighting for the average person.

So help a sista out and listen and share and comment. All it takes is a simple hit of the tracks. a listen. and some feedback.

And all of you beautiful souls that have been with me for ages. I see you. And I thank you from the bottom of my humble little heart. <3 <3

There are cunning
ways to make you
love again
without having
to make you swoon
or spin like a clever
little top.
to take you from
this still life and
make you heave
again. breathe.
Then go faintly in
reverent steps
toward the world
with love.

at most we are
the cosmos.
humming in hi and lo.
to the vibes you cannot see
but feeling with your soul
your feet
moving to the rhythm of notes
that we are together
in unison and out.
but even in our dissonance
We are in harmony
in sync
with something
beyond us.

I am merely the
space between darkness.
and apart WE are unstable
until WE meet.
Like atoms completing each other
WE are so beautiful
WE light
up the cosmos
and the Nebulae
take envy.

Magic is you
day
dreaming me up.
It is the way you
look at me
when I say that.
or when your body is
unencumbered
by the labor
of gravity. Drifting.
Thinking of me.
It is the charm
I give you
to protect you
and when
you stop to day dream me
again.
A feather
will float
across the sky
then you will
know
I am day
dreaming
you too.

I got sleepy flaws
stinky flaws
look the other way flaws
professional flaws
whole body flaws
And I am utterly hopeless

I got sloppy flaws
hoarding flaws
nosy flaws
forgetful flaws
And I got the martyr flaws blues

wild card flaws
petty flaws
know-it-all flaws
And you can't tell me nothing

I see my flaws as they are
as they come
undeniably human
and soulful
and me

“You wander from room to room
Hunting for the diamond necklace
That is already around your neck!”
― Rumi

I thought it was over
your last breath
whispers from eternity
told me different
how I could feel
your presence
in the room
like you came from
the womb of space
to let me know
that from destruction
comes a new existence
unseen but real
luminous and deep
Soul is the prana
of life and you are
the breath the light
and the eternal...

I got bit yesterday
You said I taste
metal sweet upon
your lips

So I returned the favor
and sought you out
with the lashing
of my tongue

taking the edible
bits of you
my holy sacrament

We should remember the Moon
How it never caters to the Sun
burning as bright as it wants to be
Never pandering to the Moon
Just sharing the sky
like they both belong there
Two great phenoms dividing this world
into night and day
and showing us that there is enough
time and space for everyone...

You tuck your
sweet tongue
under mine
and together
we play tug of war

Do it for
the Art in you
for bringing
something to life
from the
utter despair
out from the void
of nothing
to the lives of
those who wonder

Do it for
the death bed
knowing one day
you'll leave this place
a cold and distant body
you could tune in more
from chaos of the
every day human

Finally, it's never
been done before
the absolute trip
of who you are
Be the you
you have to be
for the multitudes in need
of your unique art

We are in a sad state
no news needed
Just look to the sky
watch the fires burn
that never wane
The smoke left
To choke us in our sleep

We are out of
control burning
Wrestling with karma
The boogie man
is bleeding
He's human, after all
You can tell by
all his ***** vices
while letting the good
go nonchalantly astray...

There is something
holy about you
wild as the flowers
growing in a mad
scheme of colors

You plummeted
from the sky  
the forbidden fruit
dark and ripe already

afterwards,
a lone man even
offered to wash
your feet

then
left you a single kiss
as a sacrament
on your cheek

When I die
I like to imagine
that I'll become
some sort of brilliant
luminous thing
fluttering my way
thru the ether
like it was my home
My real home that
I've finally reached
after being a black woman
wounded in America

You are sitting there
a split pea
rolling straight off the counter
like all the other
little diametrical peas
with no mind power
and no gumption
other than flying straight
into the dogs mouth
No denying
You will get eaten someday
Like me
but I'm going to be the
one that made it
to the soup.

When you arrive
your presence
feels like
paper wings
in my tummy
you speak
in flutter
then I begin
to faint
and swell

Good feeds the poor
It also shelters them
Good embraces difference
with inclusive arms
and does not deny people
their freedoms
nor kills them for
their right to protest injustice
Good does not laugh
at the expense of others
and very often laughs at itself
it protects the Earth
with everything in its power
and knows we are all part
of the Earth like the flowers
and the animals
Good is having a heart and
not afraid to use it
and if you don't care for Good
then maybe you are not so Good
and that is a bad thing...

Pain is red revenge
blood clotting grudge
swollen deep into the
cut that isn't you
while
healing is blue bliss
cool fluid forgiveness
soul soothing freedom
that is all the time you

We let
them induce
trauma to babies and
feed children to cages
mean gestures
felt across the divide
We are the monsters
in Grimm's Fairy Tales
the beasts of nightmares
and bad dreams

I am the Sun waning
The anti-******
The subtle release
from a gripping hug
forming into
The impregnated void
of possibility

I am entropy
slowly collapsing
into the formless
darkness of chaos
rearranging my cells
into something new and
something made
of stardust