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430 · Feb 2019
Blue Moon Girl
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2019
I hid my true love in
graveyard dirt
under the white willow
catching the coy wind

they said my words had to
sound sweet as ****** breath
to lure him to my *******

I had to bring my  
lover thru the fire
as death was my cupid

We were uncertain
ghosts caught between
time and space
caged by blue moon
dreams and pretty
things that haunt
thru the night
429 · Jan 2017
What's It All For?
Tanisha Jackland Jan 2017
We have seen
those who have stolen
and like cycles do
pass down their lowly ways

Is there a price
for every gesture?

A karmic bank
of rain checks
for the next debter

Men trying to buy
their way into the
eye of the needle
But we see you

While we make
a pittance
for our graces

But we'll continue to knead
the love in our
bread

And bleed
compassion for
the masses that need it

Don't give in to what
hate brought in

Don't let them breed
you into a vicious sin

know that we are not
tainted from within

We are born
from the Sun
Now let's be one
429 · Jun 2017
Conjuring Antiquity
Tanisha Jackland Jun 2017
'The Sibyl, with frenzied mouth
uttering things not to be laughed at,
unadorned and unperfumed, yet
reaches to a thousand years with her
voice by aid of the god.'  (Heraclitus, fragment 12)

She curves into touches like neurosis
beyond the threshold of insanity
breeding desire into a lovely oddity

She mends the lie in facades to
empty them into our secrecy

With a banshee's throat
she splinters time's agonies
into the likeness of what
we ordered and
brings solitude to morning's arms.

She is of Sibyls.

Bold women who once dreamt
in ambiguous shadows and
lucent prophecies.
https://www.youtube.com/edit?o=U&video_id=j7pboor7Zxw
428 · Jan 2021
Man of Diamonds
Tanisha Jackland Jan 2021
Do not dig me out
for the seedling cannot
sustain itself
under the weight
of your pressure
it needs sustenance
for growth and
bread from the moon

i watch you lick
your ashen lips
I am as thirsty
and have seen
the clear waters
but drink me
instead

i keep a tiger's
eye below my breast
just in case I lose the nerve
to enter you
my beautiful labyrinth
your glance
speaks hard
like diamond jewels

come and dazzle
the way
428 · Feb 2018
In Due Time
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2018
Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life. *-Herman Hesse

This willow weeps for no one

It hears the mountain's tears
riding on the backs of slow waves

This willow knows

that the sun's silence
is understood by every atom

It knows

that soon the rocks will rise up and
take arms

They will wage a war against concrete
and flesh

Soon the earth will heave a sigh of relief
and will resume feeding the willows that have
long ago stopped crying
I love willow trees and it's true, this one spoke to me. I'm simply its messenger.
424 · Feb 2019
From the Silence
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2019
It comes from nowhere.
this faint knowing
of what it is to be.
an ancient speaker
is talking in tongues
but your ego won't hear it.
the desert of chatter
has him occupied.
But the ego is probably
the Sun.
Shining down on
all there is.
when he is eclipsed by silence
you begin to truly see
what kind of beauty there
really is.
422 · Jan 2022
Cello Moon
Tanisha Jackland Jan 2022
After it all
I’ll be sitting by
The cello moon
Under a sprinkle
Of stars
I’ll be steady waxing the tides
And waning your cries
Licking ambrosian tears of
Salt and honey
from your cheeks
We could be
gravity in the living flesh
you and me
the sun a bitter remedy
We are all mending
taking turns being gods
421 · Dec 2015
Slumming
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
You were wrong again, mistress.
How many times the delusion
Oh, Queen of the Universe.

With your forgotten
bag of stars
left somewhere
on the train to Utah.

They'll never know
you lived on Venus and
loved for eternities.

But now here you are
feigning mortal on
a big blue ball.

Rolling your eyes at
white bread and to a man
called Jesus.
421 · Dec 2015
Magic In Them Hills
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
Lately, there is always
this man trying to
take something away
from me.
Big sparkly things
like my soul.
They say it has
magic in it.
Real magic
I can feel
and see with my body.
The good kind of magic
that could tip the whole wide
world in my favor.
419 · Oct 2018
Muse. ick.
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2018
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.
Music is a spiritual experience.
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2018
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.
Truth is a hard language to learn.
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2016
"The mystery, the Door of the Woman, is the root of earth and heaven..."* Translated by Ursula LeGuin, Tao te Ching

Big bodies, you say,
don't belong here
woman as big body is
big failure to most
but your naivete begets you
and would have
you believe in such silly notions

Woman as bountiful and
big was made that way
She was born to breed more than babies
She houses the righteous dust of us
and all the gall she could muster
to free us

She is all of
us and nothing more
but the bigness she sees in her
large, black eyes
She swells more and more each day
counting the days when she will
scatter as gargantuan as the sky
Love of self
413 · Dec 2015
Velveteen
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
“Once you are Real you can't become unreal again. It lasts for always.”* -Margery Williams, Velveteen Rabbit

You aren’t real yet.
You are not alive
Until you’ve felt
Them circling you.

Not until you’ve seen
Them laughing at you
And your shabby facade.

Not until you’ve experienced
The fright of waning.
Of what it
Means to be yourself
and still worthy.

Love is the crucifixion
and the resurrection.

It is the gift from the Cosmos
to pick you back up
despite who you were.

Love is what will
make you real
And alive and forever.
Good luck on that.
413 · Oct 2018
Spiritual Integrity.
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2018
No.
It is not good to use your
powers for evil.

It is much better to warn them
of their demise.
Reminding them
that flesh is an easy target.

we all wear.

but the Spirit is still.

and sometimes
exists without consequence
being that

You.
Always know your intentions.

But remember.
the Universe has the ultimate
Say

No.
Do not speak with a second tongue.

You could end up believing your crafty
little hell. then forget about alchemy.

Instead be brave and
Go
alone.

Say no to anything that does not resonate with
your being.

Then walk away very slowly with
absolute
clarity.
Be you.
412 · May 2016
Cassandra
Tanisha Jackland May 2016
She is doubtful for the
reason of the sky
the dark gather of clouds
filled with ghosts and rain

The heart is where the bleeding
Starts then trickles down her legs
These are the days
of the betrayal

When force becomes mightier
Than the need for beauty
When blood is spilt for a laugh
Like the eyes are not crevices for the soul

She is doubtful for the
reason of the sky
then lip-syncs to the future
of our demise
410 · Jun 2018
US
Tanisha Jackland Jun 2018
US
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
deplorable is our apathy
409 · Mar 2021
Even the Clouds
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2021
These days are dark days
filled with the empty
promise of light
somewhere the Sun
is unemcumbered
and it is clear as crystal sheets
but over here the Sun
dodges in and out
of the clouds even
the sky worries
will these slick movements
rest or will they
get the best of us
409 · Sep 2016
Hoard The Fire
Tanisha Jackland Sep 2016
Men drove the sun away
then they blamed it
on the moon

We have become
endangered

Will they take our fire
if we sit here exiled
consuming each other

Let's not brine our wounds
like we have nothing left
Hoard the fire...
402 · Oct 2018
Laws In Vibes
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2018
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.
LOVE
399 · May 2018
Everywhere
Tanisha Jackland May 2018
Io ti trovo / come se tu fossi dovunque /
in ognuno io ti vedo / io sono il seme /
tu sei il vento.

I keep finding you
as if you are everywhere
in everyone I see you
I am the seed
You are the wind
This wonderful italian guy translated this piece for me. He said it moved him so.  Dear to my heart, now.
397 · Jul 2018
Check Mate
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2018
Summer is wasted
on the young and
the restless
women go bare-armed
on a mission to prove
their youthful 'glow'
in floral painted dresses
that scream
"I'm pretty!"
And I sit in idleness
wondering when
Mother Nature
will make Her final move
I hate the heat of Summer.
394 · Jun 2018
The Beautiful Things
Tanisha Jackland Jun 2018
The beautiful things are
always written in black
The swan may she overwhelm
you with her delicate charm
is brought to you in obsidian grace
Or how about the crow
brings us the message of tomorrow
soothsayer with black wings
Black is tenderness
and camouflage
our protection
fiercely rejected by some
While others surrender to
its potency
Wherever it is you stand
with or with out it
know that black stands on its own
thru out the Universe
pulling us like gravity
commanding a deep reverence
for it
rearranging our skies
Black is good.
394 · Nov 2017
The First Snowfall
Tanisha Jackland Nov 2017
The first snowfall
Makes its way
to the ground
as gentle
as silence
and it reminds me
that we are not
supposed to be here
Humans have stolen
the thunder on this Earth
and We keep rolling like
that proverbial freight train
out of order
insuring its extinction
because there is no one
at the helm anymore and
we are loud as ****.
391 · Dec 2015
The Sound of You
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
Time does not exist
For you are the perfect storm
in the center of it all

The vacuum
ripping thru space to sacred
birth new skies
in the deep horizon

the never-ending
sound of you permeates
thru the wall of eternity

the sacred embodiment
of energy, breathing
on a living planet, is you.
https://soundcloud.com/ladyofire/the-sound-of-you
390 · Sep 2016
Your Heinous
Tanisha Jackland Sep 2016
You were wrong again
Daunted look in your eyes
Thunder seeking heat
studded beat of your heart

How many times the delusion?
Oh, Queen of the Universe
with your forgotten stars
left somewhere
on the train

They never knew
you loved like Venus and
lived for an eternity

Now here you are
playing mortal in Utah
rolling your eyes to the
mayo on white bread
and to a man
called Jesus...
390 · Nov 2018
Disclaimer
Tanisha Jackland Nov 2018
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
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4oebrKYsw10
387 · May 2017
Unbind Me
Tanisha Jackland May 2017
These tears
you cry for me
will unbind me
and you too.
Distill me
until you've
captured the
unholy parts
of me
thru the sieve

For i will be
the meat
for plants
one day...
soul bound
383 · Apr 2016
If I Die
Tanisha Jackland Apr 2016
I hope to leave you
some meaning
from the clutter of this madness
something with a somber bite
to bring you out of your slumber
pssst
you know you've been asleep
for far too long, my love
It's in the song you've
heard a million times
the answer is in the melting
and to never hold on hard
Don't listen to them
with their ceaseless chatter
You are beyond the
veil of reality
You are nowhere
but here now
like I am.
I love love and invite it into my life at every turn. I am grateful, thankful and free...
381 · Feb 2017
Deeper than Dirt
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2017
Just imagine
a world without us

There'd be no
dance like our dance
urgent and rhythmic
the kind that rages
in your blood
No we can't do
nothing about that

But the talent of us
be boundless
be most avenues
in every fashion

We are bared down to a
bitter naked song
and still dazzling
more brilliant than any light

We fought and we won
and there ain't nothing
like a ravenous being with
an aged-old soul
Black people
380 · May 2017
Yoga
Tanisha Jackland May 2017
Hold this space
don't wait
for the apocalypse
for the oceans to die
For the last breath
we'll take
perhaps
it may never arrive
in this time
and like parallel worlds
EXIST
spend this realm
in the center of your head
but first close those eyes
and begin to truly see...
379 · Feb 2018
Petrichor
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2018
Perhaps God
is the scent of
the Earth
fertile and drunk
with the sustenance
of rain or maybe
God is gravity
pulling us toward
the orbit of its grace
or God
Could be seeing
your love for the very
first time
the familiar longing
between old friends
No.
God is the taste
of pure ambrosia
when it drips from
your ever-plump lips...
377 · Oct 2016
What the Dead Know
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2016
You follow me
faded dream after
faded dream

Your face was
not your own
perhaps you keep your
secrets away from me

Perhaps you want some
part of me
the freedom of being alive
hand in hand
lips to lips

Like lovers do
how they feign
the loyalty of dogs

they betray each other
they always do

But in the after life
there is no pretending
just the abyss, god and
the cold living nothing
376 · Mar 2021
The unmade bed
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2021
I am awake love
watching you
dream between
the soft moments
you are deity
to me
my naked shrine of glory
I have sent you
a dozen kisses on
your way to
the moon
so dream sweet
my love
until I return to
greet you in
the dearest
slumber...
374 · Jan 2017
Merman
Tanisha Jackland Jan 2017
I am lost
in the tide
of you.
The ebb and flow
of you,
will be
the death
of me, yet.
374 · Oct 2016
I Wear My Skin
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2016
I wear my skin as a test,
that god is my witness to
how you treat me.

I wear it like a cross.
my crucifixion though
I could save the world.

I am the secret
of the night come
risen from its womb.

Ordained by the Sun,
My skin is a test and
I am warm inside like you.
Tanisha Jackland Jan 2017
“You wander from room to room
Hunting for the diamond necklace
That is already around your neck!”* -Rumi

You didn't ask to
be the center of
the Universe
and yet you are here
a radar at the center
of the cosmos
revealing itself over
and over again.

You think you are sane
but you dream in songs
the colors come dancing from
a myriad of crazy

You think you are no one
yet you have the
voice of antquity like
a thousand sybils
bearing prophecy

You are not the drop of tear
from sullen eyes that
has forgotten

You are celestial and
raging with divinity

May you remember
that you are holy
and immaculate

Come, and take your place
364 · Dec 2015
The Plunder of You
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
I don’t want to save you
But if
a simple
nod reaffirms
your existence
or
my smile averts
the imminent
chatter in your head
or
my kind words negate
the plunder of you from
Rogue tongues

Then let me
navigate with you
Thru this unforgiving world
to nestle in the
comfort of being
rain for you
all over again
364 · Jul 2019
Dry Mouth
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2019
She is talk
dreaming in him

Her spit  
bone dry

parched from the daily
Sun of him

she is ill
with his phony grins

he spins in
her head

sexting other
girls again

She is not
the priority

and it is
way too **** hot

on his
broken back burner again

his love
is safe and dry

her words
arid syllables

that sit dank
in her mouth
363 · Jan 2018
Magic
Tanisha Jackland Jan 2018
Keep filling
the sky with
the pure laughter
of your soul
then rise
my dear
rise
Ascension
362 · Dec 2017
Adrift on the Tide
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2017
This imminent death
browsing me
a scavenger with me
on the tide to the
center of nowhere
I stare into the
heart of fear
and know that
I will be found
361 · May 2016
Mama
Tanisha Jackland May 2016
In a dream,
she follows me towards
The crevice of the world.

My mother, indigo raging
like a sharp scream within my brain.

I would never rid of her peculiar grin.
Her smirk, a missile, seeks out
the errors of my ways.

But life after cunning life,
She finds me settling at the root
then cuts me off.

I sit sustained here
in the moment composed
and waiting on her return.

She is the real culprit
of my shadow.
And knows this strange abyss.

I choose to keep her away
In the silence between my breath
To begin loving her from afar.

In hopes that she will one day
find herself without a curse
And out of her mad little box.
All reverence for the mothers of the world. For they have given us life and bathed us into the light.
359 · Oct 2016
Black Moon
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2016
The black moon has risen
and it's in the parting
that keep the dead away

Say you won't hang
them from the bough of
your lips

The dead
seeking you
with your light
bearing body

Soon you will join the
leagues of ghosts
and we will put your
worries to slaughter
upon the black risen moon
357 · Feb 2018
Water to Stone
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2018
Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong. *

― Quote by Lao Tzu

You touch me
from the depths
of my broken
spirit

You move me
gently to mend

what bold
alchemy is this

Turning my skin into
fine silk

I am renewed
by your fingers that
lightly tickle me into
submission

You are water
I am the stone
Where there is softness you'll find strength.
356 · May 2017
Breathe
Tanisha Jackland May 2017
He knows I'm childish
He is like me in some ways

Entering the world
of blahs now

One escaping syllable
after another like you mean
to say these things
to fake yourself out
Your thoughts
are like the temporary
pages of an extravagant novel.

Are you your story?

You are the breath

this breath

and another

You know it deeply

The rhythm of you
is like no other
So
watch your thoughts

pass like the
whim of soft clouds

watch your mouth swiftly
when you speak

speak mostly kindly

mostly from the breath

your breath  

this breath...
Your breath is eternal
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2016
They told her
she couldn't be that way
awkward bashful
cocoa girl
a mad obtuse thing

She has a symphonic voice
like sybil with a sore throat
and her whispers were more
pleasant than reeking
filtered flower-scented air

She roams like sweet breath
gives peeks
melting the sky with vengeance
while veiling her tongue
with ecstasy
******-verse
355 · Mar 2018
Heartbreak First Aid Kit
Tanisha Jackland Mar 2018
She lives in an
abundance of time
lucky for her
her heart
broken to bits and pieces
like the good ole china
your mother warned
you to be mindful about
She weeps looking
here and there
for the remedy to
stop the stabbing
pain of betrayal
but finally she comes
to realize
the cut that wounded
her so deep
will only mend
by the lonely
delicate hand
of time...
350 · Oct 2017
Sephirot and the Crickets
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2017
You say
you want
to walk the way
but never be moved
and I say
you are already
the way walking
stumbling over your
two humble yet divine feet

It is you
who will travel
this world unknowing
and it is you who
will manifest the sacred things
for each gesture there
are those of us waiting
for the next coming

You exist inspite
of the vacuum
But do not wait

You must Be
for
you are the abyss
forming itself
over and over again
fractals of light in the many
facets of eternity
349 · Jun 2016
For What It's Worth
Tanisha Jackland Jun 2016
It's a disaster
what we're doing
to the ocean
january has come
and gone but
we haven't gone yet
No high reverence for
what has made us
No tears
just the pain
we keep inflicting
the same sadness
what we lay in the waters
will become the death
of us
and we will be gone
to see no more januaries
or oceans
leaving
just the residue of
extreme stupidity...
Dummies
348 · Oct 2016
I am
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2016
I've bled
not because
I am a
broken sinner

I've bled
because I
am woman
harbinger of
new moons
and unspoken
mysteries

I've bled
life into the impermanent
landscape of the mind
like gravity
holding you down
in spite of the spinning

I am the fierce
darkness
traversing the
universe
barefoot

In this
black moment
I am forever
I carry
this womb
with the honor of
mothers before me

Now I am woman as a crone
ushering in the new world
of infinite love and magic
346 · Dec 2015
Sink Into You
Tanisha Jackland Dec 2015
I am taking sweet sips of you
Stalking your infinite breath
Always leading me back to those eyes
watertight and obvious
You were the one who saw thru it

My superman but
I am the heroine
You’ve bled from the
marrow into the split lip

I am nothing without these fists
You drove into me
as if you were stone and
I sunk into you like rain
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