Breakwater 8/27/11

Time became harder
To keep track of
So I took out my exacto knife
Sizing up the shape
And weight of it
Pear shaped and rockin
Silouette mockin
Me
I float indefinitely
Unfold my layers
Sacred pages
Ages of pain
Wisdom
Strength
Foolish decisions
Drink me in
I'm toxic

Exit 8/27/11

I stretch
Dressed
Wings pressed
Folded
Ready for my best
Possibilities endless
As I leap hurdles
Pass tests
Removing myself
No more
State of emergency
The urgency
Was well placed
But no longer necessary
The emissary
Dissolves the call
We falter
Yet do not fall down
The sound of my own voice
Hums
In the back of my head
Dread slipping away
No longer afraid
Of the moment
I was created for
Pouring my soul
Out on the concrete
For all to see
Free Style
Foaming at the mouth
Devout
I'm out

Steady as We go 8/20/11

Limited mirror prism
Wisdom hinted
In Studio Session
Lessons learned
This is my blessing
Confessing my need
For another dressing
Meshing into another edging
Wedding planned
Timed to perfection
Misdirection
We Western bound
Sound board ready
Steady as we go

Ptah 8/16/11

Butterfly wings
Angel sings
What a beautiful way
To make a Queen
Feel welcome
Upon her return home

9,789 8/10/11

Arbitrary motion
Deafening sound
Pound for pound
Insence smoke unravels
My thoughts unfurl
I am lighter for the loss

Infinity Won 8/8/11

Bells like Divinity
Strike clear in the distance
I offer resistance
Not so much to you
As to this
This Bliss
This crisp affection
This benediction
Blue in dawn's early light
Gleaming in hues
A sheen of remorse
Softly glistens her basement-colored skin
Drinking in sounds
Like dissonance
Cacophony mocking me
Scoffing as I am proffering
Protection against
His royal eminence
Inimitable
Resolved to sparkle
But still in the state
Of gathering stars
Cars speed by on
Less than Sunday drives
Like bees in a hive
Buzzing quickly to do
As they are told
Would argue as to who
Is in control
Soul for soul
We rise or fall
In our own cadence
Infinite time

Tiny Flood 8/8/11

I depress with distress
Stress against my tongue
Your fences fall & slats
Become rungs of ladders
Instead we stretch them
Against infinity
Won heart in the vibration of Entity
Not enemy
Broken yet not unmendable
Commendable the strength
After many days gone by
I sigh and a river exits
My parted lips
Sips for Kings
In countries far from home

Hone 8/8/11

You dance just beyond
The corner of my eye
A shadow outside
The Scope of my peripheral
I evaporate ethereal
Scraping the basin
Change in a jar
Far from home

Sway 8/3/11

I echo like droplets of Rain
Tears against the tin roof
Of my soul
Cold control holds me steady
I am ready
For the next chapter and verse
I rehearse for
Our One World Play
Won love strong enough to sway
Particles of emotion
Echo like droplets in an Ocean
Fervid heat, I repeat
Cold control holds me steady
I am ready
Whence come whatever may
I am strong, steady stance
Never sway
Come what may

Breathe & Hum 7/27/11

Faded, hazy lines erased to softness
Low rumble of thunder
Train in the distance
What is this?
She listens.
The loquacious nature
Of her thoughts alter
Halt as she pours her alms
On her inner altar.
She proffers
Scoffers mocking
What some will never
Overstand
Understated
The way her name is whispered
As he's waiting
Train hums
Anticipating
The station is dark and cold.

Hit list

I am a wordsmith
Open you up just like a locksmith
I got you written down on my verbal hit list
So you might as well open flow and get wit' this

Understand
Take it even higher and you might just overstand
I open up my hands and grab my microphone
Best get to runnin'
Cuz I am about to drive it home

Competition
Leave me lonely cuz I'm the only one
And I never ran a race that I haven't Won
I'm sitting on the Ocean to watch the setting Sun
Battle Done
And I walk on alone

Stone me if you think you have
Some kind of sin to which you can hold me
Cuz my righteous heart truly own me
And I just keep getting better every day

Sway me and maybe you will be the one
To save me
From my lonely walk
But I have got this regardless
You can't escape my verbal hit list

The Perpetuation of a Dream

The inner fire of his spiritual passion spread fervently to a people who were afraid to stand up and claim the dream that “all men are created equal”. His earnest need for justice and honesty was evident in every word he spoke. His empathy was felt in every breath he took as rest between the rhetorical alliteration of his “I have a dream” speech. His hunger for knowledge became a light in the darkness, and with his words, he set his people free. His fearless nature birthed action that became a catalyst for great national change. The purpose of his work reverberates on a global scale and still his words echo across every threshold of American culture.

Born to a revered Baptist minister father, Martin Luther King, Jr. came into the world, silent. The doctor actually feared the child still-born due to the fact that after several spankings, he still would not cry.      His birth on January 15^th, 1929 marked the beginning of a journey filled with fervor. It marked the beginning of a life dedicated to peace and permeated by spiritual fire.

We travel back to Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta Georgia, and find M.L. (as he was called as a child) to be five years old. It was the spring of 1934, and a revivalist from Virginia was visiting the church. M.L.’s sister went up to be saved, and he followed suit out of a gentle but competitive need to match his sister. M.L. was known for his fine memory. Already at the age of five, he was usually found to be surrounded by books. He often sang in his father’s church accompanied by his mother on the organ. He was known to rock and become quite emotional while he passionately sang the hymns with true blues spirit.

His father ran his household as the patriarchs of ancient times. He was a loving father but a strict disciplinarian. He was frugal with the money and actively worked as a Pastor and a Banker to ensure that his children would not suffer the lack of necessities he had as a child.

M.L. was known to be quite sensitive and would not make any sound while being disciplined. Tears may be seen streaming down his face but he would not let out any noise as he was being punished. His grandmother, which he called Mama, had a very strong connection with M.L. and could not handle this. She was often known to run out of the room and sob uncontrollably in M.L.’s stead. He was once running and accidentally knocked Mama down the stairs. When she laid there silent, he feared she was dead and ran up to the second floor and lunged out one of the windows. He refused to move until someone relayed to him the message that Mama was okay, at which point, he ran away unharmed.

He was exposed to his first racial issue as a very young child. His first childhood best friend was white, and as they grew old enough to attend school, they were segregated into separate school systems. The parents of the white young boy no longer allowed M.L. to play with their son.

From this foundation grew one of the world’s greatest oracles, and man with a profound understanding of language, rhetoric, and our need for peace. He allowed no room for toleration of injustices. He believed in harmony and actively pursued it. He resonated that all men deserve to be free. Using the story of Exodus as his springboard many words poetically flowed from his lips, and he inspired many to believe that one person can make a difference.

In 1862, Abraham Lincoln stated, “In times like the present, men should utter nothing for which they would not willingly be responsible through time and eternity.” (From Let the trumpet sound- Oates, 1982). Men like Martin Luther King, owned every word he ever uttered. He had a fierce and driving passion that led him to speak words from his chest that all people who heard could not refuse to feel.

“Human progress is neither automatic nor inevitable. Even a superficial look at history reveals that no social advance rolls in on the wheels of inevitability. Every step toward the goal of justice requires sacrifice, suffering, and struggle; the tireless exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals.” From Historical collector’s edition, p. 4 (Gilbert, 2012).

The dream is still alive. It lives and breathes within every chest dedicated to righteousness; dedicated to peace. “…you can’t reach good ends through evil means, because the means represent the seed and the end represents the tree.” Martin Luther King. From the Historical collector’s edition, p. 18 (Gilbert, 2012).

“We need more than ever to take heed of Dr. King’s teachings. He calls on us to stand in other people’s shoes, to see through their eyes, to understand their pain.” President Obama. From the Historical collector’s edition, p. 24 (Gilbert, 2012).

History has documented much pain, much  progress. “For the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible and we shall be changed” I Corinthians 15:52. May the dream live on.

Lemony Snickett

Ever had one of those days when everything just seems to be off kilter, out of balance, and out of your control. Perhaps, you stayed positive. Perhaps, you could not seem to keep that in control either.

Yesterday, I had one of those days. Could not get the train to stop. For the most part, I stayed oober positive. I really just found this space, and I stayed pretty happy in it. There are a few things I would like to contribute it to.

Jermaine Patrice. He listens to me as any honest friend should. I can say whatever about whichever subject. We can talk for hours. Always has been this way. I am grateful for his presence in my life. He was the SunShine in the center of a very Lemony Snickett Day. It was as though the world simply stood still. I was on the phone on campus, at a picnic table in the bright Florida Sun. I was eating, and mulling over the odd puzzle pieces making up my day so far at that point. He is a great sounding wall. I resonated pretty deeply with him on some spiritual concepts. The conversation is always honest, humble, and open flow.

The Other and certainly not of lesser importance is Miss Kamahria Hopkins who never ceases to be a source for great inspiration and a place to turn to for laughter, in times of trouble, for advice, or just to be silent next to. I love her, Sister, heart and soul. She sent me a program: http://www.northernspiritradio.org/index.asp?command=showinfo&showid=595960184187. Here is a link to listen to Meg Hutchinson being interviewed. You will also get to listen to a few of her songs you may or may not have heard. She is a very interesting person. I found a lot in common with her, and a lot of what she said reverberated deeply with me. The most important thing I took from it was the fact that she as a Tibetan Buddhist believes that there is just as much space within us as the Cosmic realm outside of us. I have always believed that in concept. Something about the way that she said it really made me FEEL it. Something changed. I evolved through my lemony snickett day and continued to feel the vacuum of UniCosmic Flow within me. Beautiful.

Thanks to all of you who have stood beside me inviting me to simply be me. It is such a beautiful gift that for some is quite complicated to give.

Many things went "wrong" yesterday. The Universe is certainly tempering my steel. I am gaining strength daily. As I walk through the Valley of the Shadow, I shall fear no evil. I was called into work yesterday night. I probably should have listened to my niece, Kirstie, and checked my priorities. I was unable to turn in an assignment on time due to choosing to go in for my boss. Now, all of the working force realize that bosses who ask for things and don't get them usually don't ask for things any more, and furthermore begin taking away certain other items as well. Like they don't give extra shifts. Tricky. But, I should have probably said I was sorry, but I absolutely could not!

While at work though, I took a very light air. I began saying lemony snickett at what Asia might call inapropapro moments. It totally worked. I actually shared this myrth with a couple of my tables. One table (where the lady was named Christy) was particularly on board. The gentleman had also had a very lemony snickett day.

And finally, if you have not seen the movie, Lemony Snickett's (unsure of spelling) Series of Unfortunate Events...well, you most definitely should.

That is all!

If you have a Lemony Snickett day, laugh through it and saying, "Lemony Snickett" at very odd moments, truly seems to help.

Namaste~~*~~
RAin.

Electric Charged Air

Well, here we flow into the age of Aquarius. We now see a beginning of super-charged air. Electronic stimulus. Messages able to be sent through electric means. Spiriutally speaking, this leaves great possibility to those of us who can.

I awake to the sound of high winds. I don my robe and see lightning and wind whipped trees. One in particular seems to be calling me to attention. The tree is lighter and seems to glow. I feel as though it may get struck by lightning. I feel it is my burning bush. My time is so close now.

There is not yet thunder but the winds and the flashes of lightning steadily increase. I hope this storm will be great. After all it is no accident my name is Rain.

Namaste.
Hetepu.
Lady Rain.

Writhing

His body responded to mine as would a females. I could not describe to you the joy I felt as I held his soul in my hands and realized what I was once again being asked to do. May the resurrection begin.

Love is a beautifully sacred and frightening thing. I have tried so many different routes with my heart in the last year after Paul and I went our "separate" ways.

I am still unsure of my every step, but I am completely solid in the big picture. I know who I am, why I am here, and that I will accomplish what I have set out to do. I am honored by my calling. Feel thrilled by my destiny. We awake every morning one moment closer. I love that we are all alive, offering an intricate role, in this time.

The New Dawn.

So as I begin my thirty fourth year, I walk softer. Stronger. Taller. I am letting go of my need to know, and honoring my committment to the Wu Wei flow.

Eternal Ebb. Won!

Eleven Miles

You can take every thing, every thing I own, but you Can't take the music out of my soul. So, come on baby take it all away. I ain't gonna change. My point of view: well, it ain't that new. We an ancient people with ancient truth. So, come on let them take it all away. I ain't gonna change.

I marched eleven miles the night they took my Blue Beast away! Nothing in this world remains the same. I get that. But, I still have a hard time swallowing our lack of honest communication.

The afternoon prior to the disappearance of my truck, I had a conversation with a collection specialist as to the intentions of my 2003 Ford Explorer. It was ninety days past due in the amount of about twelve hundred dollars. Due to a prior bankruptcy and a high interest rate, I literally paid for almost four years and still owed the same amount as I had when I purchased it. Astronomically redonkulous.

The specialist queried and I responded with the facts that my father was about to do my taxes and if I had enough I would catch the loan up and if not, I would willingly surrender my vehicle. He said I had fourteen days. I said, please do NOT take it away in the middle of the night as I would be unable to travel to school or work. I was assured I had fourteen days to resolve the matter. I told him I only needed seven. They were aware that I had relocated to Tampa, Florida. Nice.

Thursday morning, I came out and my truck was nowhere to be seen. I cried. My sister took me to school. Subsequent events that day exacerbated  the situation further and I was a hot damn mess by the time I was dropped at my apartment after looking at a car with my father. Thank all the powers that be for my father.

I felt trapped in my apartment. I missed my friends in the ROC. I was restless and felt like I was a pinball bouncing off the walls here. So, I left. On foot. I walked six miles down to the Ocean. A down the beach and meditated. I cast my fears in the water. I drank a Gatorade. I cried. I sang.

You can take everything, everything I own. But you can't take the music out of my soul. So, come on baby, take it all away. I ain't gonna change. I meant it. I still do.

Three miles back toward the house and I had received a text from one of my co-workers asking how and where I was. I said I had just walked all those miles (in Brandon's brown boots, no less). She asked me to let her know if I needed a ride to work for my next shift. I laughed and stomped my feet and pouted at the Sky. I NEED A RIDE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!! Less than ten seconds later I heard my name. Christi. Christi. GOD?

Another one of my co-workers and her roommate stopped to offer me a ride. I figured for the heck of it, Million Dollars...going once. Twice. Nope.

so grateful for the ride. So grateful for the eleven miles. So grateful for the tired old brown boots given to me by someone who is always with me. I walked eleven grateful miles. Cleansing.

So, come on baby take it all away. It ain't gonna change.