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beginning middle end


end middle beginning


square


circle

squares out da middle of my circle

ultimately

untimely

ultimatum

longest

rope

ends

36 is mad doggin' me........   come on biatch, i'm ready for your ass..

bestoftheworstofevils

debate is tonight


take notes

open your eyes ojos, your ears, mind. dig deep, mine till the light shines on all the dark they wanna keep us in


ask questions

theywatchingyouwatchingmewatchinguswatchingyou,watchingheshetheyweus....are is am be being been who what where when now forever more before after until the end of time.

oranic seasonings
garlic
onion
cilantro
basil
with a
dash of
sea salt
and ground
black pepper
let it stew...
marinate

we creating
real love.

howdoesitfeel

It feels like

Right

Like blessed assurance

Like vibratory divinity

His surefooted stance

Within her

Sanskrit graffiti-ed temple

 Which

Echoes incantations

Of

Perceived love

Of

Purposeful passion

Of

Promised peace

Of

Uncompromising desire

She welcomes

His presence

As he glides

Across her slippery dance floor

And she wishes

He would call it home

Home is warm

Sheltering him from the cold

Home is welcoming

Offering him lustful libations

A natural intoxicant indeed

Home leaves him sans

Desire to turn keys

In other doors

It feels like

Right

Each stroke

A vibrant color

Added to an

Unfinished masterpiece

Mending pieces of her

She thought had been

Permanently broken

It feels like blessed assurance

His fourth eye

Has perfected tunnel vision

Harboring his secrets in her nooks

And she will cherish them because

He validates the exact place that

Exposes her to a glimpse of heaven

Euphoria times two

Sometimes three

It feels like vibratory divinity

Om frequencies

Transcend

When they travel

Galaxies together

And reach that divine

Place as one

Home is that place

That leaves both of

Them sans desire

To turn keys

In other doors

need to write.  seeking inspiration..  me to my impatient self: slow down grasshoppa; inspiration will come. until then -doodle.

10:30p to 4:00a

early slumber overtook us
only to have the sun
watch us rise

new experience/memories created/reconnection with momma earth

A friend of mine invited Zahyon and me to go on a trip to Austin along with him and his children and a couple of his friends. The experience was great.  The cabin we stayed in was beautiful.   Austin is beautiful.  It was the first time I'd ever been and really started making me miss California.  It is so hilly out there, and certain parts reminded me of the ride out to LA. 
     The first day we went to the state capital. I thought it was cool, and also a great experience for the children to witness and learn a few things.  The following day we went to Barton Springs. It was a natural spring pool, and the bottom of the pool was made out of natural limestone which made it hard to walk because it was so slippery.  We actually swam with tadpoles too. The vibe was so cool.  People from all walks of life were there just having a good time.  I even saw an old man doing yoga.  As a matter of fact, Zahyon was pointed him out by saying, "What that old white man know about downward dog?" There was a group of folks praciticing tai chi also.   The water was at least 60 degrees or less, but it was so much fun.  I had not gotten in a pool or wore a bathing suit since 1999...lol.  We stayed in that water for at least 2 hrs and still could not get used to the temperature.   The crazy thing is, it was 109 degrees... 
     The following day, we headed to Enchanted Rock.  This place a national state park, and the rock we hiked up is said to be made of all natural granite.  This was definitely an experience to remember, as it was challenging, scary, and exhilarating all at the same time.  I was so proud of Zahyon and the other children for pushing themselves to hike up the mountain in the grueling heat.  The mountain's elevation was 1825ft.  Once we got to the top, the view was amazing.  The creator's creation is truly a wonder to behold.  It was so quiet up there, nothing but the soundtrack of crickets, and other insects living their lives.  Our voices didnt even echo at the elevation.  It was crazy. 
     Speaking of crazy,  we (three of the four adults and two of the older children) decided to enter a cave that was at the top of the mountain.  I was apprehensive about going in at first, but then I thought YOLO..lol.  So I went.  Man, it was dark, deep, cool, and spaces were tight.  At some points we had to belly crawl, other points we had to crab walk.  It was nothing like I'd ever experienced before.  I had to control my thoughts to prevent from having a panic attack.  A cave is definitely not for someone who is claustrophobic.  We had to contort our bodies into the most compromising positions in order to move further through the cave.  Once we reached what we thought was the exit, we were all relieved and felt accomplished.  Turns out,  we exited at the wrong point and was lost.  Looking down the mountain, it was a straight drop.  Looking up the mountain it was a steep slope.  Either way, it looked like we were assed out and lossed.  We spent a good thirty minutes trying to figure our way back up to where we left the smaller children and the one smart adult that opted not to join us.  We found our way back to the cave to see if we could work backwards but to no avail.  Thankfully, we saw some people coming up the mountain.  They said that they had just come from the bottom of the mountain and were trying to head up to the top of the mountain through the cave.  My first question was had they done this before.  Thankfully the elder gentleman said he had explored the cave several times over the years.  In hindsight, he looked like he belonged on the discovery channel, doing some crazy ish' like that.  But I digress, thankfully they were able to lead us to the correct exit and we were reunited with our loved ones.  I've thanked the Creator for many things in my life, but when I tell you I was thanking, thanking, and thanking again to see daylight.  That situation could have gone in so many directions.  I know my imagination so I was trying my best not to start thinking whilst I was deep inside a cave with no immediate escape.  Now i'm out in the free world, and all I can say is it was an experience in which I have the bumps and bruises to show, and I would definitely NOT do it again. 
     But all in all the trip as a whole was a blast.  I will be visiting Austin soon again.

Showers aint so Golden

Piss po' broken dreams aimed just right to fill up
A bottle on the side of the highways and bi-ways
The owner of said bottle, nowhere in sight
But the bottle narrates its own story

in a sentimental mood.  i just wanna love on him.  pet him. no words. no sound, other than the beating of our hearts, and the density of our breath in one accord.  i wanna hold him so close that his skin and my skin seem seamless. i wanna squeeze him so tight to make sure that he receives all the innerg im tryna give him.   inner g from the tip of my pinkie toe alllll the way to the very top of my head, where that lone grey hair stands. and i get a warm bubbling feeling in the nucleus of my being when i think about my head laying on his chest. his head resting on my bosom.  the tip of my nose nuzzling in the crook of his neck. our hands embraced in a firm grip of assurance. this has nothing to do with copulation. this is a vibratory exchange between two that have kept it pure and true.  it feels right. it feels like home.

OVERactiveIMAGination

it's best when it's organic.

our conversations dance



Its always like dancing barefoot
Across a grassy field

Connecting

With Mama Earth

Like Antennas

Giving and Receiving

The same frequency

But different

Our dance is in

Sync; no matter

How many times we
Change the steps
Salsa, Waltz,
Hip hop, dutty wine
We have great
Conversation

I seek tranquility
Beneath his fingertips

As my temples
Secure his touch

My head rest
In his lap

A welcoming pillow
That erases
The angst of my day

childINdaHood

One of my fondest memories
is helping my grandfather
build a fence to go around
our back porch
I was 8
and prolly not much help
But i was intrigued by
the level tool

Sunday- day 8

The light of the sun Gracefully pirouettes
Across my shoulders
My shoulders
A Welcoming dance floor

Light winds blow
Butterfly kisses
Across my eyelashes
My lashes
Receptive lips

The grass,
My garden tub
As I bathe in fragrances
of lilac
and Freesia

Quiet hymnals
Soundtrack this
Utopia
Courtesy of cardinals
and mockingbirds

Today I REconnect

With the nature of the mother
Which is also within me
The center

Ahhh Sunday

color struck- day 7

Easin' on down
                     The yellow brick road

Under yellow skies
Toward the warmth
of the golden yellow sun

Away from yellow bellies
Tryna steal our hue

of yellow
Say it aint so

And yellow daisies
Serenade us
On our path to
Warm fuzzy feelings
Hand in hand
I am your woman
You are my man

My yellow dress
Shimmies
on its own
Responding to the
Twitch in my hips

and your lips
taste like ice cold
lemonade

on a hot
summers day

Easin on down
                      The yellow brick road

And the end of this rainbow is our
pot of gold

day 6

Lil Birdie
Came up to me
this moanin'
Mockingly singing
I don't envy
You huemans,
With all of
Your idioms and
Idiosyncrasies
I fly free
free
drama
free

put on your wings
and join
me

counting sheep -day 5

In my dreams
You always choose me
If only you would
Wake up and
Make it a reality.
As real as birds
Humming harmonious tunes
And beautiful sunflowers
In bloom

Precious Metal- NaPoWriMo- day 4 (12-bar blues)

Scratched and dented, but I’m spit shine polished.

I’m scratched and dented, but spit shine polished.

Hard times kicked me 'round, but I’m not tarnished.

I reminisce ova you....-- day 3 NaPoWriMo (giving it a shot)

The sun kisses our skin
and robins eavesdrop
As we lay in our hammock
Reminiscing
On a time

When youth was on our side
I was your beautiful bride
And you,
My handsome pride
Proud I was to
say "I do"
I will
I can
and
I have

As we lay in our hammock
Thirty years later
The sun kissing our skin
We are time travelling
Seems like just yesterday
We jumped brooms
and
Harlem shuffled

You put
cake icing on the tip of my nose
You were the icing on my
cake
I knew
I wanted to marry you

'Member, we "snuck" away
during the reception?
Consummation!

Insha'Allah
Thirty years from now
We'll be time travelling
Reminiscing on the time
We were in our hammock

Reminiscing on the
day we jumped brooms
and Harlem shuffled
as robins eavesdropped
and the sun kissed our skin
I do
I will
I can
and
I have
Let's "sneak" away

sensory overload

I see you in my dreams
My arms extended for your embrace,
Only to be embraced by your absence
I feel you in my heart
Drums beat---ing to the
Tune of love
Skip---ping beats
When out of sync
I hear your voice in
Oya's winds
Whispers of change
And
Fulfilled promises
of your
Return  .............

random ish'

When my future husband finds me and we decide to take it to another level and move in together,  I want him to have a "man room."  I think it would be healthy for us.  A separate space in the house just for him, where he can do his thing...ie... sports, libations,  homies... I mean whatever, those are just examples..  But I also want him to have a man room, because I have my own fantasies of sneaking in there to do things that ....well you get the idea.

old and unfinished

Jaded hues of rose
Fogged up glasses
I suppose
Vision unclear
When love is
Near
And fear
Holds it captive
Like a genie in a
Bottle
Stifling thoughts
of a forever more

seasons c h an g e

everything happens for a reason
        and every reason has its season
so in the meantime
       exist as a lotus flower
a calm within a storm
      and grow beautifully out of
murky waters
      when your season arrives ................

lotus

I am a purple lotus flower this am.  Opening my heart to simultaneously give and receive light.

Djembe

The Djembe beat
In my hips
Calls
and
Responds
To the Agave-like taste
Of his lips
Rythmic
Passionate
Sync
O
Pated
          Inundated

Waters
Become
Un-Still
Yet still deep
and
Where there is
Water there is
LIFE
ready to be
born again
and again
again and
again
Ryhtmic
Passionate
Sync
O
Pated
         Inundated

He
Travels freely
Between hills and valleys
Swims upon welcoming
Shores and
Rides waves
To the Djembe beat
In his hips
Call-ing
and
Respond-ing
to the warmth
and reception
of my
Lips
.................

2012

Make of you what I want
The choice is mine.
Power of thought
Followed through by action
Heaven
or
Hell
.....................
2012