I f I c o u l d h a n d y o u t h e m o o n w o u l d y o u s t i l l j u d g e m e b y t h e c o l o r o f m y s k i n ?

Did you know the
bandage you
are wearing is safe
did you know
that you are too afraid and
in doubt
of the naked wound

how saline sweet

if you could alchemize
the hurt into cool waters
and heal from the inside out
dare this damp blood
to flood like the
scorn of a river does

how courageous some of you
with no bandage
to let it exit to evolve into
one big beautiful scar
**on its own

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.

It's a balancing act.
We are kidding ourselves
if we don't accept it
and respect it.

America’s shadow
is projected
all over the Globe
and its not healthy
it is a sick child
waiting to be freed

but we repressed it
For far too long that now it
Is running the world

But not without
Demonizing it first
For it is
our deeper selves
out of balance
and a hero to most

Means freedom
For us to gather
as a collective
to heal ourselves
and to remain true

There must be light
For those who seek the
warm wisdom of the dawn

And there must be dark
For those who seek
to rest and heal
from its cool
effervescent shade

the balance of the
world will be shown
with love and simple
kindness

It all depends on you

Rise little girl
It is time
To take to your
Feet and run
the sun was not
yours to carry
Child immaculate
Bring to life your
Heart anew
Dwell in this place
For the light
echoes upon you
it is time to rise, little girl
come walk with the one
seen wearing roses
come talk to the one
felt thru all time

God does not see

afterall- She invokes

Her way thru

the womb of space

like it was Her own

She is creation itself

for we were

born in Her own image

Some more dark

than others

but female nonetheless

soft and fluid

Even our male counterparts

were here as female

once upon a time ago

Some choosing to

whine about this present state

grabbing females like

possessions and wanting to

connect with Her again

the little man with the dainty hands

says, nothing stellar and is

deciding how to corrupt you

Anger should
be a reed
or a flute
each breath a trigger
to make you into
a happy villain
that will float you away

I am the one
being willed
but  I can
take my righteous
*** out of the equation

So I got redirected
and reconciled into
a new mode
of thinking

God bless
the trash you
heed like a
motherdome
and god bless me

You play me
like an adagio
Unhurried but dissonant
You challenged me
Moved me to
the inner depths of you
I got lost
without knowing
Until I heard you
in G minor...over
and over again
Now I'm the silent breath
between your notes

Play on, maestro, play on...

I have gratitude
for this life
sometimes a
seething mess
of awkward
silences but know
that in the space
between  I am
seeking you out
navigating the
landscapes
of your being

I treasure what
comes from you to me
like a gift unwrapped
blessed by the holy
of holies
You make me thankful
for being me

After all these years,

I still remember

his strange passion

He could conjure

up the ghost

with those soul

infused eyes

We made mad

love with our words

talking about the big

bad world of our youth

Now that we are older

we sit on the couch in the

silence of each other

enjoying an old snog to

past the time away

Two old bags still

doing what makes us

most happy.

This is not another
poem about wild
uncouth women
and their wiles
those plethora of ways to
grab men's attention

This is about brutality
how he speaks to her in flesh
men with brutal words
speak with brutal tongues
Hit with brutal hands
as if that would make her
more available

as if women were
all gold grabbers
but
kindness never
crosses his mind

she is the pretty prize
he is the lip licking
fangs *****
with nothing to do
but ravage
her naivete...

You are
always flying away
And there you go again
rendezvous with the wind
I try to anchor you
with my kisses
but they are not heavy enough
to weigh you down
flighty fool
those golden shiny
things won't
bring you peace of mind
but convene with me
then you shall know
what your precious
time is really
meant for...

You,
being her
loving whisperer
makes her float
then dissipate free
into the sky

The only remedy
for heartbreak
is time and a poem.

They don't see us

We are the shadows
of white men
with whips
tearing us to the bone
for cotton filled dreams
of greed and betrayal

They don't see us

We are the
product of their hatred
in the flesh
look what they've done
stained our skin
with our own blood
then convict themselves
with impunity

You don't see me

My skin is black
and I am human

After all the fatal cuts
you gave to me
Quietly looking the other way
hoping not to
catch a glimpse of God

I am making my way

thru humanity for the last time

seeing shadow exists before me

knowing I hold the truth within

what they don't see is what they assume

all the petty small minds say

there is no heart of gold

to be found in black bodies

that we lynch and burn

out of Africa, they have claimed

our skin the radients of mocha

night screams sin

and they will continue to say,

we are better than them



I am better than no one but my self

to be sure this heart is genuine

coming from a long

line of fine peculiar folks

souls as vast as a mountain range

you could fall deep into the

crevice of their never

ending love for everything

who would even wounded

do anything opposed to oppression

untamed roaming wild and free

He saw you there

blowing bubbles

all puckered

and closed eyed

as if you were about to

kiss some small strange

laughing saint

Only if he was

at the conception

of those bubbles to

feel your bated breath

like you were making

a wand out of

magic and broken

childhood dreams

Buy the moon
Then blow it up
By the
Men with greed who
Have envy For brains

Hoping all the
women
In the world
will drop dead

Men as false gods with
mother wounds and
Ego issues
Using AI as surrogates
Unknowingly planning
Their own demise

it is not ours to grasp
and hold in monumental panic
for what is ours is unseen
it cannot be tangible
but immutable
peace is already here
for you on the cusp
between something
and nothing

Don't believe what they tell you
Think for yourself like you have come
here to save you.

They are worshippers
of new skin while
scattering their
ashes in ritual fire

The smoke
painting the sky
with their
inevitable bones

and all the pretty things
hanging from their
hips have risen
from what was broken

Now they too
have wings

Maybe if we all
took one deep
collective breath
we could step off
this mad
merry-go-round
into a world
where
thoughtfulness
reigns
and nature is divine
then we could teach
our children the
slow ways of walking
mindfully on this land...

You make a brown
girl blush
like I am carrying
apples in my cheeks
you've broken a
thousand spells
with those lips
kissing so sweet

I am the honey
you seek
when you are
tired and meek
perhaps dying in
your sleep

For I'd like to
return the favor
to invite you to savor

me

I was knee deep

in the ferns today

searching for wandering jews

and spider plants

like my life depended on them

they are beings with

super powers

I believe in them

like I believe in the moon

silent friends

to heal the world...

If God is not
a great harsh
old man in the sky
with alabaster skin
and a white beard


Then who is She?

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.

We are not the most intelligent
Species on Earth
But brilliance is found
In all things
Everywhere

Whether we refuse
to use  
Our brains
The heart knows

it was designed
that way
by the divine
cloak of darkness
In the shadows
Where possibility grows
Down in the fertile valley
of quiet

Trees saving trees thru
Root of the root
Or bees doing
Their diligence as
Written within their
Tiny bodies

As caretakers of Earth
We cannot escape
natural law

Nature is deliberate
She must be revered

The next level is not optional
Sentience has spoken
The new age is subtle and
Silently here
to stay