Are your receptors open?

Are your receptors open?

Let the light in
Open the eye of Horus
Third demensional life
Fourth demensionsl life
Unconscious
Connect mind, body and spirit
Let your mind comprehend
Beings, just being
Fragmented
Downloading data and information
Humanity
reaching levels of consciousness integration
Learn as you go
My role on this planet
Family of consciouness
Mental limitations
God conscciousness
Source
Physical matter
The anti-life force
Resurrect and transcend
The system is exhausting
Hold that truth like you hold your life
Transcendence
Self-doubt when no one else is experiencing what you are, know that you are energectically connected
Spontaneously  combust
Draw in divinity
Our God source
Galactic emissary
The Law of Harmonics
Understanding
Ascension basics
Be an energetic steward
Shift into this new paradigm

The roots of my hair

My tightly coiled strands soak in every drop of the atmosphere.
The climate beckons my hair to its natural state.
Untamed my mane stands erect.
My roots are free to breathe.
I rub them with the oils of Mother Earth.
Lustrous, vibrant, we live in sovereignty!

8/17/14
10/28/15

Sections

Section eight keeps me in the impoverished section of the community

Because the dais section of the secret society decided on world domination.

They then formed the elitist who crafted the bylaws, articles and sections that deprive, dishonor, divide, and sanction death.  

They made me sit in the back section of public transportation.

I sat in the Black section of theaters, restaurants and other public venues.

Before that, they took me by force from the Motherland and laid me in the lower section of their sea vessels,

Then had the nerve to draft a section in their Constitution that classified me as three-fifths of a human being.

I’ve now graduated into a whole human being, but divided into sections my people fall.

And back when I sat in my project section

Momma parted my hair and laid some of that Blue Magic or Royal crown in each section.

Then ran a piping hot comb over every strand just to melt hot grease into my scalp.

And hot damn, I jumped up and got burned

And hot damn, I spoke up against the boss and got burned

And hot damn, I spoke out and Black churches were burned

And hot damn, I whistled at the White girl and got burned

And hot damn, the judge is a clansman, so my case got burned

And so…

What of my section?

2/11/16

Bad day blues

Poppa had a bad day,
So he came home and fixed a cup coffee.
Added a splash of whiskey for good measure
Turned on some rhythm and blues
Tuned his psyche to a new station
He proceeded to elevate into new realms
His soles moved to the rhythm
His soul connected with the blues

The kiss

A kiss on my left temple sent stimulating energy past my shoulders and down my left side.
A glorious kiss with intentions sent forth to soothe my achy back and weary head.
The kiss of God, of healing, the sincerest cohesion between breath and flesh.
Love's eternal, perfect kiss that resurrects and gives life.

Ain't nobody real no more

Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more

People pumpin' collagen
Going to college and ain't gettin' nothin'

Educated fools
Lookin' at bowls of stool

This world is full of it

They said ain't ain't a word
But my Aint used to squeeze me with super hugs
And kiss me on my cheeks
And say, "ain't she cute!"

These hodgepodge grammatical rules suggest that I use proper suffixes and tenses
But their verbiage has prefixed my present tense with some bu!!$h!t

The I-N-G don't make nothin active in my presence
It is the I in thee, the I in me

With my eyes I see

Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more

Super glue, acrylic and hair weaves to hold us together
We used to weave winnow baskets tightly to hold stuff together

Now we shootin' baskets to get out the hood
Now we shootin' people for walking through our hood
And the police shootin' boys for walking with hoods

Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more

And mothers ain't big mammas no more
She a pretty young thang who like to get it on the floor
She twerk it low to the ground like her conscience
Because the man she admires said, "drop that thang on the floor!"

Then he dropped her like a lost phone call
Then they lost contact
And she tried to call back
But ain't no redo or reset buttons
Then baby came out cute as a button
And baby ain't have no man to admire
So baby grew up tryin' to fill a false desire

Everything baby learned came from environment
Baby learned fine arts from the finest music videos
Baby studied language arts from the radio station
And learned communications from mamma's phone conversations

Chit chats about reality TV
And real housewives that are single
And the status updates in real time
Fake comments and fake smiles
Fake friends to follow you
While paying dress up in the mirror
For a host of likes

Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more

We used to play dress up with our best friend
While playing house with her brother you had a crush on
Then our dreams got crushed on with isms and phobias

And I woke up with nightmares
I drifted in insomnia
Because Poppa was a rollin' stone
Who rolled up and drifted in the clouds

He ain't never come back down
And I kept searchin' like lost and found

I never knew how to get up there
So I looked up to the pretty young thang
But a mother she was not

She was my best friend and gossip partner
She was my chastisement and often absentee

So I looked to the programs for role models
I wanted to be just like the fair skinned model chicks
And learned class from late night flicks

So I needed to fix on my wide nose
A reduction of my hips
A little bleach here
And nip tuck there
Here a cut
There a cut
Every where is messed up

Ain't nobody real no more
Ain't nobody real no more




(Inspired by a young female artist I once heard speak to the people)

War ain't fair

There are secrets that will never be told from a father to his son
Because his ears lay deaf on the seashore.

The soldier will never again slip into linens for a nights slumber.
His country flag is the material of his final rest.

War ain't fair.

The warm hug of a mother grows cold in her barren bosom
As baby rests on coarse granules of sediment.

The echo of laughter drifts beyond the walls to a place of misery
Where brotherly love once thrived in a smile.

War ain't fair.

Sweet lovers will never know their first kiss.
Playmates will forget their favorite hand games washed away in the waters.

Empty seats at the dinner table leave hearts and homes devoid
As the soldier tried to make peace on a battlefield.

War ain't fair.