"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.

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

It's a terrible thing
to know the difference
between right and wrong
then to choose the
apparently vile thing
with all the gander
you could muster
over and over again
rolling with the devil
like he's on your side
forever clinging to him
as if you made him
though ultimately
He is not for sale
but you are...

I wrote you a love letter

It was all dolled up

Pretty words to
make you fall in love

Some parts dangled
With the charm of
golden bling

Then another part
you could smell
the lather of my skin

But I didn't stop there

I conjured up cupid

Then wrote your name
in blood and burnt it

Placed the ashes in a honey jar
with lavender and rose

Whispered your name 69 times
under a blue red moon

Now
I watch you in my crystal ball
and wait for you to come to me

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.

They are spying on us
from the black ether
eyes good enough to
spot you from over there
to over here and beyond
What do they see behind
this thick veil of flesh
are they soul searching us
or are they just curious enough
with all that money to find
nothing but me and you
loving each other...

I have been born
over and over
many times ago.

In familiar pieces.
In different suits.

The new blood
rushing to my head.

I end up delivered
tangled in my own
fancy knots.

Waiting for someone
like you to unbind me
yet again.

Our connection
is ancient
Her nature being
fluid and female
"Be gentle"
She says as still
as stone
She gathers the ripples
from her slow movement
encouraging me
to speak my truth
with intention
and soft conviction
"Ask and you shall receive"

She tells us many things
the spirit of water
but we are too
loud to listen
speak to her softly
protect her
She is the life force
that will heal us
before it is too late

Go to the Sea
and lumber in its air
until you feel
the iridescent breeze
will lead you to Her
Sea woman
ocean gypsy
with the night painted
on Her skin
She has shiny stars in
unkempt hair
find Her
remind Her
to walk like us
under the moon...

I reach  
into you
searching for
something familiar

We have forgotten
we were
once inseparable

All of us
collectively
singular
rising out of  
the great expanse

We’ll live again
like the stars
born again
on the
horizon

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

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...

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

I kissed you there
firm and wet.
You swelled in
the midnight hour.
And you swore I stopped time
with long crafted licks,
whispers upon your skin.
As I watched a million
peeks rise from your flesh,
I knew I found your secret spot.

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

You hide the Sun from me.
With your cool effervescent hues.
Like night whispers over fevered skin.
You mend me.

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

You cannot disturb
what is already
making quite a raucous

In between the
gun shots and chatter
is this inaudible void
that feeds itself
when no one is looking

To hear it is like
hearing God
A frequency at which
we are frantically
trying to get away from

To be entertained
and extracted
from the sacredness of
what is subtle

We are a bad
loud bunch
just learning how
to be silent
learning how to
be God.

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...

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...

When your intentions are clear

the Universe will unfold before you

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

I write better than I speak
and comprehend
much more than I read

We are all unwilling psychics
reading each others minds
like skimming thru half read lines
of a familiar novel as if we know somebody

Do I bore you with my simplicity
or do I bore into you...
on a mission

She reminds me
Soul has no color
it emanates from the sum
of life
as a vibrant symphony
of you

Those sole regrets
and moments revealing
themselves as
the bone truth

We are organized
of sound
and gravity

pulling us closer to
the source of divinity
we sometimes
forget

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.

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

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

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...

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.

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

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

Distill me
from this
broken body
until you've
captured the
unholy parts
of me

For i will be
the meat
for plants
one day...
And
soul bound

i know you want to live as long as the wind
To be captured by its kiss upon your breath
dying to become bloodless

but how long can you touch the sky
without flying
or
See the song without hearing

Your sullen lips are so sweet
they're good enough to steal

if i could speak to you
like a cello does
it would move something
inside you
to slowly split open
and become the notes.

Drink me in
until I swirl
upon your tongue

then slide satin-deep
down your throat
to the top of your toes
and back up again

let me be
the underbelly
you take in
like a cup

then let us
ascend spinning
into an eternal
Sun*

Your lover heart makes the dying star rebirth again