Earth is so delicate
that we must
take only
what we need
From Her

For She is the
life breathing
in life
the
storms breeding
rage and thunder with
the cold wind
nudging at our bones

When we choose
to actualize our
disembodied arrogance
upon Her
we wake Her wrath

Then in the most
compassionate
diabolical
way
she slowly deals
our final fate

He is double-sided
and speaks with a second tongue
There are legions of him
rising out from under stones
casting spells
to win you over
would-be plasticized trophy
He will bamboozle you
with the sweetness of his lips
He is no sir lancelot but
a shapeshifting
boogie man waiting to
kidnap you and
hang you on his wall

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 your intentions are clear

the Universe will unfold before you

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

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.

Brave is walking alone
in a room full of strangers.

I am like an old willow
hoping you will notice me
that you'd want
to hold my embrace in yours
tree branch to flesh
compromising our nuances
like old friends
diving into each others
thought bubbles
and seeking out the lit sun
in our eyes...
who's to say that the tree
is not sentient
maybe we are not tree enough
just seed thoughts
floating along
for a place to belong
a place worth settling for...

Times are hard
as we bring ourselves
to the table

we get eaten
by the
the denials
the fakes

But it is not their job
to hand you on their platter
to desire you with open mouths
for them to acknowledge
you like they want a good whiff

The real ones know
where your heart is
they tell you who you are
without telling the others
The real ones discern each other
like
one
searching
for
their
own
true
self

Give up
For the meeting
of flesh shall
surely perish

Wander in my love
you may stumble upon
the finest of linens

Spin always and listen to
the morning
it knows all things
it is the life
it is the eternal
the absolute living breath

For the meeting of flesh
is pleasant but shall rot
and
will surely perish

D o y o u b e l i e v e i n t h e u n s e e n  ?

I t w i l l c o s t y o u

T h a t t h i n g y o u s o w i l d l y p r o t e c t

L i k e i t s y o u r f u t u r e

L i k e i t ' s y o u r e n d

I t ' s t h e s o u l t h a t y o u

l e f t b e h i n d

t o b e c o m e s o m e t h i n g

y o u a r e n o t

You are captive to it.

This numbing redeemer.

Who ever said

putting the genie

back into the bottle

was an impossible task.

It only takes a pill

these days

but it don't last.

And if you're not

all together careful

cradling its contents

so precious like breath

You could end up

smothering your genie

and leaving him for dead.

You fell at my feet
before I picked you

Done and ripe already
as sweet as pretty
painted lips

You swore to have
me upon you
My undoing

The feast of me
come salivating
down your chin

"Fire cannot burn IT, Water cannot wet IT, Wind cannot dry IT, Weapons cannot shatter IT. IT is eternal, unborn, IT cannot die."
- Bhagwad Gita

IT is the real you
You conceive IT when
you sit still and calm the mind
IT is the soul
the awareness
beyond the observer
Seek and you shall find
that the IT is you
Listen to IT
For the soul speaks
softly in the language of
truth and silence
May it live on
forever

And so it is...

Winter's Fingers
tickles me and
I cuddle up to the
moon with a
man who has magic
on his skin
the chill of winter
sometimes stings but
there is nothing like
warm flesh on warm flesh...

The collision of two
gravity and star
bend in her presence

Open sesame
and peer beyond
the void seeming nothingness

Woman behind
the curtain, after all
She laughs a Goliath
belly laugh
and wonders what took
you so long

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...

Here I am again
trying to keep from sinking
but I am the dead weight
recollection of heavy bones

I try to pull it
out of me the black rays
feeding inside me
caged and reeling

a wounded raven
I dream of somewhere
beyond my reach
then I let the core flutter

Give me a B

I like to think in alphabet

Give me an R

I am not my chatter

Give me an A

Just waiting for something lucid

Give me a V

To come bubbling out from nothing

Give me an O

Like I am this reluctant superhero

Speak the truth
with your tongue
and let the good
silence of your soul
be the guide of you

But first it will come
awkward
Take your time
spewing what
makes you mad

Show no fear and
Articulate yourself
into being
with the pure grit
of your teeth

Then bite them

Bite them hard...

I think about what your bones
will speak
once you have left your body
I mean the soul you
the real you
What will you leave behind
will you have left behind
your unkindness
or those things
you say
when you think
no one is listening
someone is
always listening
so be careful of what
you speak
I hear them
and the laughter they leave
and genuinely hope
it's not about me

It's immaterial
what we give to
each other

It does not come
with a price tag
and cannot be bought

It is soul bound
unseen

it's what is brewing
inside of you that counts
while no one looking

Truth isn't taught in
homes or schools
but is learnt thru
the trial and error
of the tongue
the bigger the lie
the insurmountable
effort it is to the journey
back home

The waters are rising
fish are finless and dying
we have toxic bodies and minds
we are killing off the only
wisdom we have left

the indigenous are endangered
the animals are game
the trees and plants have given up
kind people are kneaded out

All the things that made
us once great
How dare us sulk over
nothing
The audacity of us to bask in
glory of our false privilege
We are our own worst enemies
desperate rabid wolves
the lot of us

What's happening
is that some of us have
forgotten our propensity
for kindness
to be humane
to serve others
to love as we will
and to have mercy on them
the others

but most of all we have
made our Mother mad.

I am as predictable
as the wind
with its current
drifting me alongside its
great passage

I am in no hurry
I just got here
and plan to stay  
for awhile

listening to the music
of the wind
sing so soft and sweet
as though the pain
of being unheard
was just too much

I exist here
loved and lonely
like the wind
but embodied
until it decides
to capture me again

Love is awkward
Makes you do unmindful things
like staying up past restful hours
mind racing of kisses from no one
imaginary lover dancing in your head
nothing but the wait for a
seemingly simple
phone call
pick up the phone and melt into me
you have all the time in
the world to wait for him
or to browse her pictures and texts
we will never learn from the calm or logical
just hopes from longing
suffering love in the recesses of the dark...

Days like these
I am the fool
who remembers you

Like a phantom wind
you come from nowhere
to haunt me

This futile struggle
I get caught in

This mess of me
gets stuck

I am nothing
but the rain singing its
sad and heavy song

You are glory
dressed in
profane skin
One day
you will
know that beauty
hides in shallow places
like the lie that is your face

But in time we beget
to mull over this
The shallow land
how it displaces us
and makes us
lame

There is no palate left
for the muted
with their whimsy hearts
and lofty wings...
Those unseen things
That dream in flesh
and stalk your breath
for bated air

Who's to say
that I am extreme
I hide my quirks
in awkward smiles
and inconvenient
small talk
I am a black girl
interrupted which means
I am quite possibly magickal
but invisible to most and really
seen by very few
I guess like all of us
dying to be remembered
dying to become immortal...

I left this flesh
for the bounty of
the gold soul

Paper womb
bends like reeds
the pressure kneads
me into this fetal thing

I have gorged myself
into a block of
mucous and spit

I stew
in immortality soup
open my everlasting eyes
and rise out of
the black of nothing
with wings of fire
glorious
in transparent skin

It's all coming
into fruition
The cat calls from
desperate ones
look who's
desperate now

the one time
I left him
I burnt the petition
to God
mad and raging
the beauty of falling apart
in an asylum

The full impregnated moon
has dominion
over us

So I may be detained
for awhile
just until I get my hiss speak on
just until I go spinning
like the whirling
dervish in love again

but always moving toward
the final grace of an eternal love

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