Thursday, July 19, 2012

Workmen

We are all guilty of wasting time. We have all sat down when we instead should rise. We have chosen to look with our eyes in a direction that would keep us from accepting the reality of truth. In a day of imagery, we wear our sins like badges of honor. Our dishonesty like weapons of warfare. We have extracted ourselves from the blessing of heightened elevation. Cosmic awareness. We have forgotten the elements that truly matter. As a society we are headed for disaster. We need to remember what we worked hard to forget. Respect. Righteous inclination. Hard work. Honor. Dignity. Pride. Passion. Creativity. "Study to show thyself approved unto God."

Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Souls on Fire

I silently pull at these heart strings. Singing songs that will not be heard by anyone other than myself and the Divine. Sublime messages present themselves like one puzzle piece at a time. I am reminded daily about the things that cause me sway. The beauty of the universe inside the pupil of an eye. The eye inside of the intelligent chest. The vested interest we all share with the ones we care about. Open arms and open mouths. Shout it out loud and clear from the rooftops. Socks drop off feat as we dance rapidly to the rhythmic beat. Heat high on overdrive like I am sweating just because I am alive. We dive into the thickness. Scratch our way through the thicket. I am in this to win it. I will not shut up and die.

Shark dive into blood filled waters. I am alive for our sons and daughters. One more life can I yet offer and I will give all I have so our future profits. We scoff sometimes at what we don't understand. The righteous rule of a leader's hand. We reprimand the unwilling to learn, and spurn away those who have nothing valid to say. We stray from our safety zone and learn what it means to really believe in sacred things. "I sing Just to know I'm alive" (Nina Simone).

The harmony of the spheres
Feeling peace after all these years
Standing up for myself
One moment at a time.
Like-no you can't catch a ride
Cuz you love to disappear from my side
After I just drove forty five
So we could all enjoy our night
Constantly slipping you dimes
Payin so you can get inside
Cuz your dollar bill already gone.
My song loudly carries
And I am limiting my bearings
To nauticals that keep me
Close to home
Close to the bone
Ready to hone in
Cuz I only reach to save people
Who are ready to swim
If you ain't in it to win it
Then sit the fuck down
Tell yourself can't one more time
And count yourself out
Cuz if you intend to walk with me
We're walking hard and devout
Penetrate the promenade
Of the average full of doubt
See, I will make it so
Cuz I am number one
Breathing in deep the light of the Sun
And I won't sit down
Till the battle is done
Cuz I won't be satisfied
Till the victory is won
Souls on fire.
My one desire.
To be everything I can in this life.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

won

In the morning
When we realize what we could have done
Last night
When we should have seen what should be done
We are the stars of the heavens
We are sent here to remember who we are
We are the ones we have been waiting for

Fire

I am bargaining
Borrowing against the sorrow see
We are freedom dressed in slavery
We are brandishing weaponry
This Heaven creed
Keeps us from believing or forgiving, we
Are soldiers brushed up against bravery
We are granted seek
All that we need to find the answers
Lies within the heart hidden within our sleeve
We are keepers of the flame
Determined to live the heights of our destiny
Happy to keep walking even when every muscle is overtired
Over worked
Under inspired
But the time has come to set one another on fire
It is our time to rise!

Breath

I refuse to be the aftermath of your apathy
I refuse to be the substance see
Of the space you refer to as blame
I am a page in the chapter of your life
But I am the life of the chapter I survive
I surmise great things in the process of a day
In the space of an afternoon
I have found new concepts for the warrior home
I am the queen to the breath of the nile
I am the mile your sneaker ran right after it refused to try
I am the strength in your stomach
When you are determined to stand
I am the grip in the hand
As it refused to die
I am the winner who conquers after refusing to fly
I am the tear that slipped in the joy of the eye
After the bearer remembered why we are here
I am the ear as it chooses to listen again
I am the breath of remembering
I am the wind
I am the Sea
I am you
I am me
We are one
We are free
So mote it be

Garnish

I strike twice just to see the bliss
Harbor all my love for you
Because you simply refuse to exist
I am blessed with your presence if for an hour or two
You lay beside me on this bed to sleep in unison
I am remembering frame by frame
The breaths you took
The space you made
The concave shape you took against my mattress as you rose to leave my side again
I am holding you here
In this concave hope
The shape of it is a significant slope
And if I were a skier and I could hold my own
I would risk the incline and convince you this is home
But, these days
I am all about me
Trying to remember how to set myself free
Loving me in the way I loved you
The way I loved every you that came before
Great loves
Within my magnificent clutch
But I am in that state of letting go
Wu Wei Flow
Garnishing the substance with the fragrance
Of my life
As my own

Celibate

I am brandishing weaponry found from ancient times
Half of my bed lies in shadow
While the other half goes blind
I am winding up the soldier
I found just beyond the bay
I am harboring a fugitive inside my Cassius Clay
I am a known understatement
A White version of your negative frame
I am the aim of the government
I am Christ conscious running from fame
I am never ordinary
I am always beautiful
I am raw and real and in the moment
I will never lose control
I am soft but I am deadly
When you buck against my breast
You will walk on softly if you remember what is best
I am the vein inside your stomach
The heart that leads you home
I am the woman who is ravishing against the cry
The strength to be alone

Lightning

Darken the fiber
The weight on this imbilical silence
We stir up the pot
Only to find the rot floats to the top
We are bloodied in our forethoughts
Echoes of our karma
We render every color
Every hue we wish to view
New breath now in our lungs may linger
We wager against the war that looms in the distance
Can we offer enough resistance
Can peace prevail to raise awareness
Are we really preparing
Or do we only slumber
Listening to the rumble of distant thunder
Will it take the lightning
Or something close and frightening
To open up our eyes
And remind us
It is our time to rise

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

This is the Night

I sit alone on the Fourth of July.
Winds whistle loudly around me as I am clouding up for a torrential downpour
I am sore by the words you have left for me as offerings
Delicate as I try to discern between the lines of your blathering
I am glistening
Watching close and listening
Why you speak is far beyond my need
'cause all I need is some holding
Truth spoken
And I am like the spoke in the wheel ends up remaining broken
I am choking on my apathy
Wishing for love
Yet its laughing at me
Hating this time alone but remembering
That Auset doth speak only appropriately
Why all this mockery
I am blocking nothing as I connect fluidly
To the Universe see?
I am fathoming
All the things that could seem maddening
Yet in this mind it is primal math you see
I am crafting speech
Hoping the population reach
Offering myself up as a sacrifice
Advice not so much but a shoulder cry
I do not defy
Only continue to try until I get it right
Knock this ball out of sight
I am not your plight
Only cause you fright
If you are not living right
Because I strive
For righteousness
I can devise
A plan to make a stand on any night
I will call this right
Offer up the best you have and we will set it in stride
I am a cleansing tide
We are the ones we have been waiting for
And this
Is
The Night