Abracadabra- " I create as I speak"

My religion

2011-05-23T13:33:00.000-05:00

Not being religious, I
to no dogma I subscribe
yet devotion I claim
as what would I be classified ?

His body my temple
my beloved mecca
and church...
to him I give thanks
to him I pray

Daily rising of the Sun, I celebrate
Dont require a calendar to honor it
99 names of the most high, I recite it
by love
not memory
The First, the Last
The Peace and the Blessing
The all forgiving and seeing
My buddha and illumination
The ahura maza and aten
Anteros of passion
Worship of him is everlasting
He paradise, I heaven
Belong to him since the essence
Only problem, his light so bright
sometimes I cant see him

Scott Sisters- A March

2011-05-23T13:13:00.000-05:00

Freedom songs vibrated

Off shaking leaves

Ancestors previously hung from

Invisible mind shackles

Bind “free” people in ways

Metal never could

Cringed lightly as recently

Freed prisoners of war

Thanked overseers for

Limited walking papers

As I tried to refrain

from privileged judgment

Unable to understand completely

My perspective remains

A cloudy rose color

Or maybe peach colored

As complexion encourages

Ministers of information

From enemy lines to question

My participation

Microphones & cameras avoided

I reject their preconceived notions

Of my presence

While I Unified march

Purpose directs footsteps

Breath taken in unison

Hope no longer acceptable

Demands made clearly

Voices weak and weary

Raised up by youth

Refusing a life fearing

Ready for futures lived

In freedoms only promised

Yet Never fulfilled

Time has passed for words

Action must prevail

Revolution is here

2011-05-23T12:55:00.002-05:00

He speaks the language of kings

Shines the true color of stars

His skin glistens with beginnings

of civilizations

of nations

creations

come forth from

features of ancestors

he is ancient

maybe

or infinite rather

Ive ceased trying to calculate him

celestial charts favor

connections

but definitions

only yield boundaries

so I remain open

to possibilities

writing our own history

tomorrow not promised

today has me whispering

while standing on bridges

between yesterday and tomorrow

high vibrational frequencies

basic male /female

tendencies

while recognizing

i am in the presence of god

and I cee him

Positive (Red Pump Project Piece)

2010-09-23T18:08:00.000-05:00

She sits in a waiting room
Waiting.
Images like a movie
Creating
Collages
Pictures of possible donors
Her doctor told her
one of them
Gave her death.
And She's never been good at tests
So for this second one she studied
Took some herbs , paid some money
Thinking bout the irony
HIV Positive

Positive she needs this test to be negative
Cuz The last two times the herbs didn't take
And she just keeps failing the test-
Positive
Feels like her life has been suspended
And her future taken hostage
Ever since reading the words
Forever engraved like they were burned
On her eyes
In her mind
In every second of time
She keeps seeing them
A former sexual partner has tested positive for the HIV virus.
You may be infected

Definitions

2010-03-03T20:59:00.000-06:00

She walked through white sandy beaches
Shaded by palm trees
Pretended cold air coming thru cheaply
paned windows was cool ocean breezes
Pushed away the sound of his heavy breathing
though the stench was hardly leaving
Spittle from his lips could be the spray
from waves

She wonders for a minute
if this escaping from reality
will eventually make her crazy
as she tries to supress her laughter
cuz the sh*t aint work
cuz what the f*ck on her fantasy island
would make her coochie hurt
like this old fat man
in this cheap hotel
in this temporary hell

she looks over at the table
just as a reminder
past the green of folded bills
her gaze rests on the timer
YES! almost over
definition of a days work
all about perception

she walks into the bathroom
NO.. its a spa
everyone's there to serve her
the walls are covered in gold
not chipped paint , nicotine and mold
rough concrete becomes
diamond crusted tile
for her... ummmmmmm the Queen of The Nile tonite
not the queen of a little while

She wonders for a minute
if this escaping from reality
will eventually make her crazy..........

Love2Haiti

2010-01-25T12:14:00.000-06:00

We all felt as the Earth's heart broke
brought pain to millions
as the cracks of her misery
called out for immediate attention

we had ignored her warning signs

previous years of tears
didn't move us
though her warrior children
had begged us
we continued with indifference

in this western world
we move like nothing can touch us

conrete ceilings
become public tombs
children buried in classrooms
mother's wailing in the streets
those trapped in darkness
measuring days gone
by tempature degrees

it gets colder
as night falls

a husband hold vigil
for six days
knows in his heart inside his wife waits
he will die before
he leaves her side

blood on the palms of his hands
make him her personal savior
her faith in his love doesnt waver
they have struggled before

lost 2 children to hunger
she is left to wonder
is it true that god has forsaken them...

he listens to neighbors somehow
manage to chant and pray
curses the creator for making the sun
whose heat kept them in the house that fateful day

helicopters hummm in the distance
he stopped expecting assistance

its probably only photographers

Lighthouse

2009-11-17T07:27:00.000-06:00

Optical illusions
usually
so my experience
blinded me
Their simple rays
diminished swiftly in darkness
and I didn't understand
why your beams
emitted such brightness

I was afraid.

Feared that which could save me
a candle on the water
trying to guide me
from my destruction
I never heeded your warnings

crashed into rocks
even when your brilliance
lit up my evident collision
I stubbornly stayed on course

perceived your light as optional navigation
instead of life saving direction
you tried to bring me to your safe harbours
but I chose dark waters

and now.. I CANT SEE YOU
beacon of truth
where are you

my lighthouse is hidden from view
my fears surround me
without light
you can't even see yourself.

Silence of Nations

2009-10-06T19:48:00.000-05:00

This piece written by Naila and I was born out of a conversation about rape. We collabed together and this is what was created. For me, I had the pictures of the young sisters in the DRC ( congo). So I will also attach an article and encourage you to read it and if you are not aware of the atrocities there, become familiar. Do not be a silent participant of the rape of these women and children. I can provide links as well to anyone interested in how to assist from where you are.
Rape under any circumstance is a life changing and soul altering experience. Too many of us females have the emotional scars that follow us through life and relationships due to forced, sexual domination by another person. Often these men are people we have trusted in our lives and that trust is violated along with our bodies. Our goal is to encourage healing through communication and understanding for a healthier personal existance.

Peace!

(satori)
The silence of the nations is deafening
Our voices have been muted with fear

We counted on you
and you do nothing

Pinning us down
with indifference
you condone their invasion
allowing them entry
into the door of our souls,
the depths of our spirit

their swords have pierced
our innocence

and you do nothing

(naila)
Nothing but watch
As your lands are pillaged
Resources defiled
And daughters
Are stripped of their innocence
Left to wonder why
Was i
Not worth saving

Not worth the gold
Of your labors
The protection of your hands
Or the sanctity of your heart

(satori)
permanent physical damage
bear witness of your ability
to ignore us

child victims of toy soldiers
this war has destroyed us
rebels seek solace
between youthful enclosures

and you do nothing

unexpected life
born of pillage and evil
carry names like
faith hope and light

carried on hips
of us who should be
playing with doll babies
not feeding those left by rapists

it is not too late for these daughters

(naila)

These daughters of men
Who’s only sin
Was being born
Out of the mental destruction
Of so many before them
So blinded to their own lights
They could do nothing
But smother
Any brightness that would come
Before them
But still
They were men
Somewhere
Inside their souls
Was a longing

To feel the freedoms of the sun
And truly be the one
In control of their own destinies
Lied to for so long
They’d lost contact with their true selves
And no longer recognized
What they’d become
But when the moon shone
They felt a pull
Never before known
To wash away the deceptions
In the cool reflection
Of what could be

The Rams..dedicated to Audrey

2009-03-13T16:40:00.000-05:00

feeling like
i'm not feeling life
like I dont i fit in
alice in wonderland
and I wonder who's
land I'm in..
sometimes
did I change over night
something's not right
like I suddenly stepped
in some spotlight
all eyes on me
and even the eyes
looking back in the mirror
dont seem to
belong to me
and if I am not the same
then who am I
some sort of gemini
this aries
can't explain myself
if I am not myself
or tired of just pretending
maybe its just the beginning
of games ending
another rotation completed
first and last zodiacs meeting
new year, new me

I cant

2009-02-23T19:47:00.000-06:00

Drowning in perceived ideas of happiness
Suffocated by happily ever endings
and I can't breathe

Betrayed by my own desire for security
Blue skies
perfect houses
and my tears

Amazed

2008-12-10T20:12:00.000-06:00

Particles of dust hang in the air
streams of life
filtering thru pieces of sand
pressed into glass
and two green spheres somehow decipher
in an instant to create the picture of him
but thats not what amazes me

love embraces me
not with just his arms
but his presence
tangible evidence
present
cuz I can touch it
with my soul
and its warm
dipped in forever
and coated with understanding
he is love

and I breathe him
like oxygen
inhale to my core
and know none
in existance
will ever love me more
and he is what amazes me

five senses
only compliment
what mental knowledge
made evident
and proof is in my smile

viewing him through the physical
we adopted
in this world we've merely stopped at
on our journey to other galaxies
we've lived on stars together
and skipped on planets
while resting in universes
scientists havent even glimpsed yet

but always together
and this is what amazes me

2008-12-05T08:17:00.000-06:00

A creation
brought forth thru negative manifestion
every reflection a constant reminder
must you also label me- temptation

Baptized my soul in the wisdom
of mathematics
scrubbed my essence
with knowledge
and borned myself into righteous existance

growth evident
obvious elevation
your sight bends my perception

under construction

2008-10-28T19:04:00.002-05:00

Pillow cases hold secrets
of long nights
that never really ended
when sunlight's rays
chased them away
forcing me to accept it was a new day

hours spent with arms around knees
staring blankly at walls
counting the cracks that sureley
matched canyons running deep in my heart

notebooks tell stories
written in unique hues
tearsstreaks mixed with
black and blue
pieces with titles like
i love you/fuck you
and do you mind fucking me again
and finally why are you mind fucking me again
all different but strikinly the same
they end.
just like us

Always with me
you never really left me
and that which comforted me
caused me the most pain
always in my mind
even when I closed my eyes
and I couldnt escape this prison of us
created first in my thoughts
my dreams
and my desires

Did you get the message

2008-10-21T18:36:00.000-05:00

Electronic pigeons sent messages

unreturned

Last episodes images

burned

imprinted in my mind

your chapter of my life

no forever after

no ending

6 ounces focused on

sending

vibrations

of our language

my currents

only you interpret

translated

by our own Rosetta stone

hieroglyphics drawn

with your lips

to my heart

RA!

Your secret name I requested

so that eternally I may love you

unrested

tattooed ankh on my chest

so that the keys of life

I never forget

and the doors of death will never hold you

so long as I live!

Just thoughts

2008-10-14T15:20:00.001-05:00

I wanted to get a hold of my future.

So I held your hand.

Dedicated to Cisco- You gave Birth To ME

2008-09-30T16:06:00.000-05:00

couldnt tell me nothing
thought i was the baddest bitch
never got caught slippin
colors/set trippin
homegirl hangin
gangbangin
ride or die chic.
knew everything bout hustlin
street thuggin
mean muggin
no school goin
damn near hoin
staying at this place or that
claiming my hood
from words to tats
couldnt tell me nothing
and i knew everthing...
just ask.
but for some reason..
i didnt know that not
getting a cyle for a season or two
or nine
was caused by sleeping with a guy
that fifteen year olds could carry people
in their bellies
and that at sixteen years old i would be yellin
for someone to make the pain stop
that i just wanted to go home
for once and stay
for longer than a day
and that i wanted my mom
and not the gang
and that i didnt know what i was going to do
when i left this hospital no longer one
but two
but couldnt tell me nothing
cuz i knew everything...
except how to change your pamper
or how to get you some food
how to stop you from crying from the smell
of urine and despair at the county jail
where your father was..
ya cuz he knew everything too
and i dont think i ever listened
when they said i was moving too fast
and that running the streets dont last
and that there was no future in hanging
that it only yields pasts...
cuz everyone in the click only talks about what they
could have had
but couldnt tell me nothing
i was that chic
ready to kick it
never wanted to miss it
always ready to hit it
never wanted to quit it
until
the first day of my life
thats what i call it
cuz thats the day it really started
i stared in your eyes and i finally realized
that everything i thought i knew
wouldnt help me take care of you
and i decided then that being your mother
was more important than anything other
and that at my age of sixteen
YOU gave birth to me...

Where you ever

2008-09-04T17:18:00.002-05:00

I cant remember the truth anymore
if I ever even knew it
last months spent
where nothing like the first
or were they?

I cant remember you anymore
what were you really like
because in the end
I kept trying to make you
into someone you werent anymore
or where you ever....

there were days
beautiful
buju banton played
curtain swayed
in the breeze
and everything smelled like us
like love
hours passed
and we just laid
incense burned
you burned
and I just breathed

no conversation
and we
just easy
just being
you taught me
how to just BE
no world
no time
no thing
just we

Trust Issues

2008-08-05T13:01:00.001-05:00

Knew I couldn't trust
Bags fully packed and visible
His name was patience.

Fought the darkness
Fear threatened my sanity
So real I could taste it.

Blindfolds
caused everything else
to be heightened, elevated

Wrists bound
No sight
choice confiscated.

I trusted.

No surprise No Doubt

2006-11-16T18:02:00.001-06:00

You stare when I walk by
Hear you calling me ...
everyday all the time.
You want to get to know me..
But I already know you
I see with your cross on
Your name brands
Your pretension
and I see right past you.
I've dated you before
not specifically but generally
and you are really just the same
physically different, go by another name
your mind tends to be small...
you brag, you boast.. you ball
outta control is right
cuz you control only whats in plain sight
not what is hidden
you really arent interested
Im such an oddity.. so different
like a puzzle to you.. trying to figure
what Im about...
believe you are the one...who can figure it out.
why i always have a notebook you ask
or what makes smile or laugh
so easily.. so friendly.. so nice you say
but you always want to know why im alone everyday
why i chose myself over you.. you cant believe it
not always with the crowd, you perceive it
being so seemingly social
but always alone.
when I finally speak..
you dont listen
when I try to listen
conversation is weak
and it sounds like the same one i had last week
with whats his name.
So I ask you.. what you think of the war or poverty
what you think about greed or food shortages
whats going on in other countries.. homelessness
do you volunteer, give back.. travel
are you reading anything by any notable authors
do you listen to music, do you write
can we go to a museum.. or a picnic at night
under the stars and can you name them
do you know how far they are... and that you can claim them
do you know what thought is and how you were created..
who the first was and how we were made .. in his image
do you know science do you speak math
are you interested in any thing but how i smile or laugh
do you notice i have thoughts and questions and I need answers and guidance
are you willing to teach me and enlighten me
are you willing to shine light and give sight to me
nah.. you would rather talk about whos number one on the charts
who broke whos heart
whats in style or out
but thats not what im about.
Oh you have to go.. no suprise, no doubt.