The vows

I do,
I pledge to honor and obey the desires of my heart.
At the commencement of this commitment
I assumed that was you.

Your presence gave me pleasure
And to make you smile was my pleasure.

So, I took your hand and placed a treasure on your finger,
Promising to forever treasure you no matter the weather.
Whether it rain or shine,
Whether it hail or the typhoons emerge on our shores,
Whether blistery winds knock down our door,
Whether floods overflow in our house.

I do,
I promise to be faithful and true.
True to my waking passions,
True to the emotions in my gut,
True to every thought in my mind

And so sorry, that is no longer you.


8/19/15

I am what I am

I am what I am,
Or, I am that I am.

They don't want me to put my fist in the air.
They say if I wear my hair standing on end with a tight curl I can't work here.

They don't want to see the inked artistic expressions on my body.
They don't want to see my inked artistic expressions from my body.

They don't want to read the truth of my ink.
They don't want to hear what I think.

Well, that's too bad for mister Jim.
And that's to bad for the rest like him.

I am who I am,
Or, I am that I am.

I am the curriculum developer that educates your children.
I am the developer that masters the music that you copy.
I am the cultural icon who fashions the clothes that you copy.
I am the genetically thick hipped, full lipped, muscle ripped species that you pay to copy.

I am who I am,
Or, I am that I am.

11/23/14
8/22/15

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.