The dry bones have given up
they continue to seek their shelter
under a barren Sun
while the politicians
reek havoc

they blame poverty
on the penniless poor
and on the wounded warriors
whose feathers have been
clipped on purpose
and by design.

One day the truth will
inhabit the Earth
and shall reign again.
But not until you've suffered
long enough
and have thoroughly listened to
what is true of the plants
the trees the stars the moon
And yes that barren Sun.

I'm not going there
to the dark side of what
frightens you, darling

I am bewildered with
the songs of ghosts

I dream in prophecy
Got the proclivity towards
mastering hands on healing

Not knowing if my father
is dead or alive
I heard him dreaming

He spoke to me from
the clouds like he
was the lord

my lord was a happy
golden color with
the power to leave
these crusted old
familial wounds
of miscommunication
behind...

which has torn us
all asunder

I may have been
forgiven by them
those who once or thrice
had forsaken me

but I say I am a bewildered fool
not going to the dark side
just yet...

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

They say my black
is not pretty
as if my hair is
not the color of the
night that holds
the moon in
all her silvery glory
as if dark
doesn't heal
the wounds of an
oppressive Sun
as if my eyes
aren't deep enough
to capture
a kaliedoscope of colors
as if my skin
doesn't glow
luminescent
soft enough to
inspire you to sleep
to dream up another world
with my wings
an opulent black
like a mirror reflecting
the whole wide world.

What you are
is what surrounds you

Do you walk
with red anger
always exposing the
claws behind your back
or are you the silent air
that moves us
stealthily thru this world
gentle as a warm whisper

You are that
an inward
light reaching
for its kindred flame

She is fire-breathing
and does not get burnt
by Her own breath

She waits to see you
consumed by that
for you will be the ash
and She will be the
wind to blow you away
to the merciless end
of you and your bigotry

She will devour them
who are unjust
She will meet them
by the stake of their hate
separating divinity
from the Gods
fragments of fire
particles in the Sun
dust in the air

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

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

You lie to me
like your word
depended on it
or is it worth
your word to me
do you value
what you speak
or do you speak with
a second tongue
deepening the divide
between us
man and woman
the battle amongst us
not knowing the real
value
of a woman

Just the lies
that linger
on you and your
traitorous tongue

Once you know
there is no opting out
like a quaint thing
yet there are spaces for
the timid too, but not this space
This space is exclusive
For you only

And for the ones
ready for the baton
who will
run wanton with all
of the bones and audacity
they could wildly gather

Once you know the soul
of your being
there is no opting out
just the sheer breadth of
possibility
to let the shower of truth
grace over you with its atoms

Once you find your own
here and now
you will forever
know and be known
by more than
a billion
molecules of
dust and matter...

And all of this is for you
and you only

You have already proven
to me that you're my
drug of choice
The lull I get without you
how I hang onto your
every gesture

your scent I'm sure
you calibrated to me
since I can sense you
whenever you manage
to come around

I feel this
warmth beneath my belly
where I imagined you
touched me there
your mouth seeking the deep
crevices of my body
in the cold dank night
underneath the sin
In the heat of the covers...

We were born
of divinity. you are
the infinite.
It was written
within us.
God wrote the codes
in us. You
Let them rise
the fractals of eternity
Let them rise and
search no further.
For death is the beginning
There is no end.
just peace. bliss and
the everlasting unknown.

I am a shapeshifter
a chameleon of
this world

I am forbidden
and sweet
an illusion
you've tasted
many times

I am the nerve of
your thoughts
unseen
on the billow
of impermanent
clouds...

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

When you find love
then you are worthy
you will see a pattern
it does not wax or wane
like it is at the mercy of the moon
this is for foolish lovers
of the youth
but when love stays
like the stale in toast
this is what will make you full
keep you healing
True love is nothing
to write home about
But it will save you.

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...

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.

We have forgotten ourselves again
lost in the darkness
of this void but it is the cocoon
to something deeper
and with teeth

There is more to life than this
and it reveals itself
beyond this mortal veil
time and time again
Past the lies and the bubblegum crush
I am not here to save you
but there is something
waiting in the midst

It is good to have
open ears
how else would you
hear the sound of
your Beloved
the one that
moves silently
thru all things
live gently and
walk like your feet are
your wings

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

I am sorry

for any hurt I caused

let there be a release
from your suffering

I am small

sometimes it shows
seething hot and
plain from my brow

with no excuse

Other than
I didn't show my work
I didn't show up for the work

Forgive me

I am yellow bellied
needing
a little nudge to remember

I am of service
to you
always of service
to you, the spirit
the Earth

with love.

The young are
not immune
to bleeding

They are not
immortal

just naive
and very short sighted
it comes with being
sucker punched by life
over and over again
until they realize
that the bleeding
doesn't last forever
and is only mildly painful

to make this point...

Have you come for me
dust light settling peach
flames in your eyes sparkling
divine like the root
of my chakra

You are stardust to me
all brilliant
promising smile
that makes you humble
a cloaked God

You feel all
warm gold dripping
sweet from your lips

Precious diamond
what friction made you
cunning as a wolf

I am your prey
soon devoured
offering my flesh
to you

This is not the time
to be in hypochondria
Every night I feel
like I'm in sick mode
waiting for this next
ailment to take me away
Breathe. and
Breathe
don't let this sickness
overwhelm you.
I am not going out like that.
I think I'm ready.
I've got my ammunition.
And I'm packing a doozy.
inhaler. check
gypsy cold tea. check
lemons. check
garlic. check
zinc. check
echinacea. check
tylenol. check
thermometer. check
pulse/oximeter. check
send love daily. check
Prayers to God. check

My heart
beats like
a light
in action
it speaks
the truth
and knows
what I don't.

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.