Cobalt

One cobalt blue note
Hung electric in the air
Hair stood on necks
Like Static had been there
We waited for the note to end
But it never ceased to play
Music danced on porcelain skin
Some called it Lullaby
I swayed against Possibility
Pressed quite seductively
This King came remarking he
Would like to call me Wife
Strife arose in spoken word
The Eagle cried out on high alert
The Red Tail Hawk rose to speak
Forgetting of her goddess beak
Weeping, two became one flesh
Yet something was wrong
In the way they meshed
Breasts cleft while feathers came undone
The Moon circled
The Earth stood still
The Sun burned brilliant
And began to tilt
Wisdom sat on her window seat
Daydreaming of things to be
While Falcon's wings flew swift
With a cadent beat (poetic derivative of cadence)
The heat was almost done
Laid down my tired bones to rest
Too much will I not divest
But left was I with cobalt hue
One note to carry me home

More Than Merely a Sandwich!

I took my last final today and for better or worse the semester is almost over. I was on my way home and stopped by the store to get a few things I needed. I shopped quickly as the list was short, and there was a young man with many tattoos that I kept crossing paths with during my short visit through the store. My spirit stirred knowing there was a story to come.

I chose the register that seemed to be the shortest and the young man was in front of me with an older woman (perhaps seventies). Her card was declined and they were debating what to keep and what to put back. He was stirring, gazing at me, obviously embarrassed and uncomfortable. I felt for them. I stirred, remembering all the times I had been faced with the same thing.

It came down to a sandwich. They couldn't get it and took it off the check. After paying the bill, the woman even tried one more time to get the sandwich on a separate transaction. The card was declined. Something about his reaction made me feel like that sandwich was more than just a sandwich to him. He told the woman he would wait outside. As he walked away, his spirit heavy, I felt compelled.

I asked the clerk how much the sandwich was and paid the total. The woman hugged me, tears in her eyes and told me that her son was battling cancer and she had felt inadequate because she couldn't get the sandwich for him. She thanked me. I asked their names (Dennis and June). Please pray for their strength of spirit, their courage to face this beast together.

I would like to thank each and every one of you who ever held me up when I was down, whether helping me with food, or bill money, giving me rides when I was without a vehicle or allowing me to stay with you while I was homeless. I am blessed beyond measure.

Much love,
Lady RAin.

Earth Uprising

Stand by and watch the Earth destroyed!

While water bottles take
600 years to decompose
Partially hydrogenated oil
Steal, rape, and pillage
Collecting all the spoils
From white bread
To white bred
It's no Wonder why
So many white heads
Rest confused

We must perpetuate knowledge
On western soil
Rise up and speak out
And work to foil
The capitalistic plan
Stand up and stay strong
Speak loud and echo long

I propagate revolution
Healing contusions to my mental
Elemental to my peace
I release this beast from within me

Hearts with the sickness
Are sifted and listed as gifted
But misfits rarely feel like they are
You're my key witness to the madness within us
And all I can offer
Is my journey so far
Here I am yearning and learning
This process of free
Screaming loud from the rooftops
Down with the bourgeoisie!

Cause this ain't no black and white situation
Here we facing spiritual castration
When we gon' resurrect this One World Nation
The cosmos has us facing
The dawning of a new age

So maybe we'll start a brand new label
For all the oppressed
Those who have suffered
The weight of disrespect
Those who have been outcast
For the color of their skin
Those who never got the chance
To show the light they hold within

For every woman raped
Like it was her duty
For every man shot in his back
For his blackness protruding
For every child who has wept
For their parents no longer there
For every social worker
Who took the time to care

For every hungry belly
That never found the food
For every naked child
Who needed clothes
Who needed shoes

For every person made to suffer
Only because they didn't match the color
Of every colonialized wealthy soul
Only searching for power and control
For every Jew who had to die
For every indigenous demise

I rise to speak the truth
For you

Synchronous Ebb and Flow

I say none of this to disrespect any one at all however I will relate some events that will help you understand the story more fully:

Last night I was arrived at a scheduled meeting only to find no one there. I was surprised to find the parking lot empty. However, as most of you know I had to let Diddy go. She was suffering too much and just after I lost her my beloved niece Kirstie had to find out that her dog of thirteen years, Tipsy, was put to rest. She was dismayed and we both felt it would be beneficial to get together and have a ceremony to remember their lives and how much we learned and loved and lost.

I met her at my house and we buried Diddy out back. We burned sage and took a walk to our favorite rainbow fountain on 58th. Afterward, we went to TGIF and had some of the most excellent service I have ever had! Our time together was rejuvenating.

Kirstie actually was my first interviewee as well for my thesis project: Racism, Then and Now. I am so excited to have begun.

This morning, I wrestled myself out of bed and arrived at the lab on time. Only to find it closed. I was a little sad because I could have slept a little more. I could be working on my thesis, etc. But the library kept calling me. I answered. The usual corner where I sit was full and I sat in a different spot than usual. A young woman I have had a couple classes with was sitting across from me. I invited her to our upcoming event Earth Uprising. Her father was sitting across the library and I was surprised to find I already know him. We spoke about music and she may be joining us on the recording of my third album.

There are more synchronous elements to this story but I will reserve them for the sake of privacy. I was amazed however that once again, the universe led me exactly where I needed to be! I am glad for the meeting being cancelled. I am glad for the lab not being open. I am glad I got out of bed and followed my instinct all the way to the library.

I love my life!