Lovely

Lightning folds his tar stained wings
Singing his song of Destruction
He is approaching the coming Dawn
He glistens with Seduction
Donning on a robe of white
His life irrevocably changes
Estranged no more from his Father's love
He hovers about the atmosphere
On downy wings of doves

Night Sky

On the aftermath of rape
I shake almost profusely
Here because I cannot seem
To find my car
Upon exiting into the Now
Darkened Campus
Dark like his skin
Jet black now rhymes with sin
He took a right to drink me in
Does what I allowed
Change the nature
Of what I tried to stop
Rot in a cell and he
Can never erase the fear
That replaced the confidence
I used to feel
Under the Night Sky

Erase

This is what rape looks like
Look at me
Look in my eyes
Cold boned and frightened at the break of dawn
Afraid to put my smile back on
What if he thinks I am pretty
Too pretty to resist
What if it's not enough
That simple lingering kiss
I pushed him back
From the center of his chest
The rest becomes a little hazy
But I resisted the arrest
Of the graze of his temples
The darkness of my room
He left me feeling hollow
Empty like a tomb
I have no womb for the reckoning
My skin has dried like soil
There is no rain to be remembered
No victors collecting spoil
I am old and cold and lonely
Alone inside my new house
I want to scream from these prison walls
I want to let it out
I have no idea how I will find the peace to move on with my life
I just know I have the strength and I will find the rhythm to survive
No one knows just what to say
And they say the most horrible things
There is no laughter, no calm, no story
That any pleasure brings
I sing but my voice is hollow not like the days before
I wish I could go back in time
His text message
Simply ignore
What more Is I believe that everything happens on purpose
So what is the message
for that knowledge I am yearning
Please believe me when I say
I wish I could go back to that day
And change the rape that stood in my face
The peace that was replaced
My new home
Has been erased

The Anti-Hunger Game

Sometimes words are not enough. My Sociology Professor brought things to my attention I would not have seen without him. I have put my political training wheels on and I am watching. I follow a spiritual pulse as though the volition of God's finger (will) is pushing me from behind. How the timing of eating a banana relates to living a holistic life eludes some. Others of us are enchanted every moment of our lives. We take moments like warm breaths on a cold night and string them together like a sacred string of sentimental pearls. Life is good. Where we are headed is a way we already know. We grow daily, and by paying attention to the right things at the right time, we find our way to freedom.

 Conversations with butterflies.
 I am ready for all of this.

I met with an enchanting young goddess named, Sade from the campus bookstore on my new campus. We sipped tea and spoke of many things. Food Not Bombs. Why aren't we doing more?
What more is there to be done? Who is on the team?

Sade is organizing a ground level birth of a Food Not Bombs chapter here in St. Pete. I am excited and on board.

So many new thoughts.
Power to this day.
My Father's Birthday.

:D

Rain.

This Bliss-filled Life!

Yet another synchronous occurrence in my life has left me grateful to be alive. I am honored by the harmonic flow of the universe. This morning on my way to Ursula Yano's pool party (and that is an event I will have to blog about later), I had the feeling to stop and bring Tommy a couple energy drinks for the day. He was horrified when he found out that I had today off. What would he do without me on a double day Saturday?! I try to make a habit of listening to my instinct and this time especially I am so glad that I did. I stopped, swimsuit and all, and he says, "Chris, pop the hood..." I listened to him. Sure enough, what I had feared had happened (we can talk about that element later too) and the hood prop flopping around loosely under the hood had pierced the radiator hose and gave it space to leak out (spurting, oozing, almost shooting Tommy King in the face!). So, Tommy being the amazing man that he truly is, gathered odd elements from his truck and fixed mine! I am so grateful I stopped to take care of him. Hilarious. But, on a serious note, stop and listen to the still, small...it is always a great plan! Thanks, Tommy. Thanks, Instinct! Happy Saturday.

Synchronous Banana Eating

I love my life! It is amazing to me the synchronous flow of the harmonic spiritual universe and how we can choose to enter the Wu Wei rhythm of nature or allow a lemony snickett series of existence instead. I rose today later than I wanted but understood my body must have needed it. I left the house to head for Gibbs Campus of St. Petersburg College where I will attend this fall. It is my last semester with SPC and it is a very exciting chapter of my life. I have only been to this campus one time with Mark Stewart for a piano concert that utterly changed both of our lives. I mapquested for directions and left my apartment headed to get my Fall textbooks. I was stopped at a light listening to my music loud as I like it and saw a billboard that said, Where are You Going? The sign was cobalt blue: my favorite color. My eyes flooded with spiritual tears. I KNOW where I am going. I am so excited about this life I lead. I drove on jamming to my music. I arrived at the campus and was looking for signs of where the bookstore might be. I saw the sign and headed in that direction. The first building I saw was the MUSIC CENTER, where Mark and I had gone first semester back for that incredible concert. I was so excited to be on a campus that focused on my favorite subject, music! I parked my truck and decided I was hungry. I had brought a banana with me and decided now was the right time to eat it. Because I was eating it, I took a walk passed the first entrance to the building where the bookstore was located and continued eating my banana. I really loved the campus. It is older than the Clearwater Campus and there were flower everywhere. I finished my banana right in front of the second entrance and decided to go in. As I entered there was (of course) and Yamaha Baby Grand!!!!! I walked through the open area toward the bookstore and entered: business first/play the beautiful piano when finished! I go in, there is a beautiful sister that I really wanted to be the one (of many) to help me. They send me to the back to get my textbooks. In the back is a beautiful brother helping a beautiful sister who also came to get textbooks. I am in line behind her. Someone else, Who I immediately clicked with came to help me get my books. I asked if I was allowed to play the piano. He giggled and answered, "Of course!" I was so excited. I only needed two books for my courses which allowed me a lot of extra money on my book line of credit. So, I got a Great Gatsby shirt, a couple campus shirts, a SPC decal for my truck, the second and third book in the Hunger Games, more ink for my printer, and a really cute little knapsack!!! Go me. Of course, as I arrive at the register the young woman I really wanted to take care of me, took care of me. Sade was invigorating, radiating spiritual energy and we really connected! We talked about poetry, Gandhi, Malcolm, Martin, Life....She wants to start a chapter of Food Not Bombs, I want to help...I gave her my info. We spoke of music, life and how we could change the planet. I was amazed. All because the timing of a banana. I left full of spiritual supercharged energy. I played the piano, left hand still struggling with its nerve disorder to awaken. I played anyway. The guy studying took off his headphones and moved next to the piano, called a friend so he could also listen, thanked me for playing. Rounds of applause. If this is the reception the campus gave me, imagine what is about to happen this semester. On top of the piano was a flyer, "Where are You Going?". It is apparently an SPC logo!!!! Flyer form on top of the baby grand. I had to call Kamahria!!!!! While she and I are on the phone invigorated with spiritual life, she received an email that says "Where are You Going?" Then, I arrive home to blog about all this, and LiFe calls to find out why my afternoon was so amazing! I LOVE MY LIFE!!!!!!!! And this all happened because I listened to the still small voice that said, eat a banana now! The first entrance offers no view of that baby grand. Just saying.

Agape Rain

Valve released
Flood level tears
Sand bag the breach
Won't be home for years
Harvest the speak
My vocabulary wears
The finest of speech
Prada colored snare
I threw the phone
Across the carpet
Waiting for your eyes
To come and spark me
I may very well be committed
To doing this alone
But I would much rather
Do this with you home
Zoned into the beauty
The body of this red
Bed calls me to linger
Longer than I should
Good is said to come
To those who wait
I anticipate your kiss
Like nothing else
I have ever longed for
No one compares
To the you for me
Sea to shining sea
We will always be
One
Sun ray to sun ray
I am forever yours.
Doors open sickly sweet
hearts beat
And the madness subsides
Tides race my footsteps
And I wonder
What will come first
The day you arrive home