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A sonic crossfade in time and space to honor the deep wisdom of night giving way to a merciful dawn.
Lines that have been drawn in the name of fear, let them be crossed. Magnify, intensify, and move toward your horizon where the darkest of nights still carries the hope of dawn. Dwell in the true nature of your light, unhinged from color, can you see that feeling? illumination requires the optics of the heart, to see what the eyes alone could only dream. Darkness is light in a form we are still learning to perceive. Trust what is cloaked, generally being, specifically unknown and somehow intimate. Somehow, be intimate. Be close with the darkness, do not leave her lonely. Sit with her. Be still with her. And dance when the time comes. Cross the threshold of sight as stars become visible and nuance returns to your senses. Burn the midnight oil and celebrate the shortening of this wick. Let these new eyes become you revealing a world somewhere between knowing and being. Exist in this shadow giving birth to an impending light. A sliver of change is unfolding you into a new reality. The tipping point is upon us. Describe to the still, the shape and texture, the tone and color that comprise your arrival. Compose your emergence and let there be space, like foreplay for phenomena. Let there be space for inhale and exhale to make love. Let there be space for the sun to come home to us. Trust his return. The revolution and the distance travelled to be still. Incubate and ponder your germination. Curate your rebirth in sleepy prayers for letting go. The upswing can share face with the downturn, but the body knows what it knows and cannot tell a lie. Let it rest and hibernate. Let your cells regenerate and listen to the wisdom they are whispering. Tune your ear to their frequency and allow them to transmit with ease. Let them be calm and clear, accepting their truth as love. Thank this darkness and its leaving. Bear witness and give testimony to its healing.
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 Her whole being
is a bed of roses Shadow and all Her smell is sweet Her look is crimson Her touch is velvet She is rose water Subtle and soothing Her thorns are true And sharp And piercing Protecting the petals That line her flesh Breathe her in And let her grow Handle her gently Water her often Kiss her to remember Kiss her to forget Land on her Soft as rain drops When she is in need Of caress
 Black n' Jen
Happy to be in the skin I'm in Loving every part of me Wholly me And wholly free Black n' Jen Happy to be in the skin I'm in Wishing you the power of peace To love each part Each grain Each piece Black n' Jen Happy to be in the skin I'm in Loving every part of me Wholly me And Wholly free The Yonification of the space
The Power of the P Primodial and Profound Her presence erected the cosmos... Why do we not build in her image? Be Come Home to her Be Come Whole again Relish in her mystery She has never been yours She has been Everything Like a quilt stitched of air All around and about you Including you In her expanse  Thank the challenges
Every last one Let the Love be real Let it be deep Let it be reflected In everything Then let it be Walk towards yourself Arms extended Ready to embrace The life in you Move towards you And be met with Unyielding acceptance Hold onto you Like you've been waiting for you Be good to you Be the standard Of how to love you Did you know freedom has a smell?
Sometimes we must follow its scent And travel to distant lands so vast They dwarf the chasm in our hearts Here at the edge of the Great Rift I found a mirror And was peaced back together In the expanse I began to see clearly Now I realize The break in my being Was the riverbed That once filled Flowed me all the way home to me At the mouth of the Nile Held by the Water People And their many tongues They sang me free Thuolo Thoroughly coursing Through the spirit of me  Didn't see no babies
Didn't see no big house Didn't see no love Runnin out The men who move The womxn who stay still What can I do But get on with my groove? Won't find no ring Nowhere in my house Won't catch me up Walkin down no aisle The men who move The women who stay still What can I do But get on with my groove? They always called me That little tomboy Wearin baggy jeans Movin myself For womxn who move The men who try To make us stay still For womxn who move It's a lonely road What can I do But get on with my groove?  Intergalactic Star Porthole
Or shall I call you by your government name? Uterus I am listening I have stopped wandering And come home to me Orange martyr I am grateful for your sacrifice Unravelling in her image Power be what is to the left in me Compassion be what grows In the flesh of me Reproduce with me All the stars of the galaxy  How the body speaks
As the wheel turns How the body hurts Lighting the way With a brutal honesty Arising from within It was all grief she said As she wiped the tears From her knowing Oh well if my sadness offends These feelings Are the same ones That enveloped you in love There are notes of sorrow In the moan of her breathing I am ok with the leaving I have given it many thanks This balance does not come easy It has not come easy I bite my tongue To the point of bleeding You do not have to be a victim To be hurt She stopped battling the waves And let them crash upon her easy Unearthing the sediment Of buried self worth Behind so many apologies for being The words come from her stomach And bottleneck at her mouth Where do I begin? Swimming towards her shore She has to defy her drowning She has to defy her drowning She has to defy her drowning Lungs full of regret She collapsed onto the sand And coughed up resentment Nearly choking on those tears Full of salt That threatened to erode her thriving Gasping She wiped her slate clean With breathing It was all grief she said Oh well if my sadness offends If nothing else I am entitled to my depths And my river Flowing underneath this surface The weight of her patience The fire of her passion Compacted the sand beneath her Under pressure She became mirror to each grain With her own eyes She is seeing She can house her ocean And all that washes ashore She is strong enough To hold down the Earth And when need be She can be carried away With the wind It has taken eons To balance her current She is tempestuous by nature So she grounds with forgiveness These feelings are her eyes Even when she wishes to sleep There is her vision Open and Filled with emotion She has never been apart From this world and its vibrating When the tide is low Off in the distance You can see her wading As it is troubled You will catch her swimming Her eyes Watery and becoming Will pierce Through the air Like a siren's song It was all grief they will say Oh well if my sadness offends |
AuthorI am a poet, for better or for worse. It is a way in my being that, ironically has no words. It is a way in my being that finds me when I, and helps me to, forget. I am a poet, for better or for worse. Archives
November 2019
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