No Place Like Home

I have to admit some of the joy of coming home to my new house has been taken away from me by force. I had to call my mother tonight and have her stay on the phone with me until I could breathe easy and feel at peace. As it stands, all the lights in my house are on. There is a service that the county provides women in my position to move to a new location. I cannot lie. I have thought about it several times. Amanda and her husband have offered to install a security system here or wherever I go should I choose to move. This is all a lot at once. Many things I have not shared with the many things I have. I cannot say I am happy about what happened or say that I understand it. What I can say is that I recognize the algorithm of life at work within me and that the spectrum of what we experience from our greatest joy to our deepest pain all serves a greater purpose. I am grateful that I can hold on to that at this time. I am also happy to say that I am working on a couple new songs. I wrote some intense poetry that served as a great release. School is going well, and so is my internship. Money is tight but my bills are paid, and I get stronger every day. Thanks to all of you who have lent an ear, offered a hand, a shoulder to cry on, words of support, prayers and meditations. I could not be me without all of you. My love and my gratitude goes out to each and every one of you.

See what you've done to me.

I want to be your constancy
I think about you constantly
Look what you've gone and done to me
I am your A to Z
Freedom is as Freedom does
Cannot predict by only what was
There is no manual of love
Not everything right fits like a glove

Copper!

Copper is the color of my karma
Bare-boned beneath the skin
My unadulterated dogma
Skeletons of amber hue
Dance outside my closet
I watch the raindrops
Fall like pain
From a sky that feels like crying
Indigo my tree like bones
Embrace the moistened soil
Tell me it is worth the work
And I will maintain the toil
I am swimming up this stream
Like a salmon in her season
Picking up momentum now
And contemplating treason
Weaving in and out
These thought processes of mine
Osmosis moves left brain to right
Answers seek to find
Harmonic balance
Sigh
I fly on wings of passion
Which will never be denied
Size me up
Fill my cup
Or simply walk on by
I always give the best of me
Even when I'm wrong
If you doubt my story now
Just listen to my song

Equilibrium

Copper is the color of my karma
Thin skinned
As I am digging
Amber bones
From my deepest, darkest closet

She sopheted to me
Like a substrate to an enzyme
Reminding me
Once again
The time had come to find
Equilibrium

I am swimming up a stream
Like a salmon in its season
Picking up momentum now
Contemplating treason

Weaving in and out
Thought processes
The answers seek to find
Osmosis moves left brain to right
Harmonic balance
Sigh

I fly on wings of passion
Which will never be denied
Size me up
Or fill my cup
Or simply walk on by

I always give the best of me
Even when I am wrong
If you doubt my story now
Just listen to my song

Wings

Indigo three point oh
The lamppost flickers on
When the light begins to fade
The time will call us home
We hone in on our extra senses
Watching for the signs
Puzzle piece
We dance on streets
All roads lead to Rome
Zoning rights begin to fight
For territorial design
We ignore the signs
And treat the symptoms
Blind lead the blind
Power holds the wealthy hand
And soldiers march in alone
The weary back
Begins to crack
And the powerful call it weak
We weep on knees
Nothing left to bleed
Yet somehow still believe
Faith writes within the margin
What most may never see
Her private thoughts
Are wrought like iron
Truth most cannot believe

Shower

I am Karma's broken daughter
Copper colored
Defiantly defending my dogma
Amber bones
Clutter the darkness
Of my closet
I undress
Redress
Ready to march across the water

I will do all that it takes to be
All that I am
Ready to rise up and lay claim to this land
My hands raised
Palms wide open
This faith I was born from
Has my spiritual open

I am the firstborn child
Of the wing-ed lion
Ready to lead my people
To the freedom of Zion
I could choose to be daunted by all I have seen
But I would rather continue to believe

All people are made up
Of light and of darkness
And somewhere within us
That still voice is calling

Choices are made
To demons we hearken
My mission is strong
I will not falter

more people than not
Will choose to be
Safety over slaughter
Love over fear

My destined path is
Filled with obstacles and pain
But Life will always return
Beneath the shower of the Rain

New York Minute

In a New York Minute I was born to star crossed lovers who were young and unsure of how to raise their tiny newborn child. Born in the South of Jersey (please do NOT ask me what exit) and raised in the Sunshine State, I have traveled up and down the eastern seaboard spending most of my time in Upstate New York. I consider Rochester home and it proved to be exactly what I needed in a city. From its seaport berth I spring-boarded my music, my first love in this life.

            Music has always been my go to. It has always been my shelter from the storm. Around the age of nineteen my friends began to call me Rain. By the age of thirty three I created a CD that was destined to become global. Rochester was present for both events and I could not have done it without her.

            Music is my inspiration. Music is the universal language. Music is my soul mate. Without Music, I would never have been able to handle the intensely hard destined path I was asked to walk this lifetime. Many people have reached my uninhibited heart, but nothing has ever touched me with more power than the power of Music.

            I, like Martin Luther King, have a dream. I believe in the very equality our forefathers came to this country to seek. I believe with all my heart that all of us who are ready for change have the power it takes to makes the waves we need to bring us all to the dawning of a new age. I believe that one voice can make a difference. Now imagine what one thousand voices in unison have the power to say. I promise with all that I am and all that I one day will be, I will do all that it takes to ensure we all are truly free.

            If I could help the world to see only one thing, I would help them see it isn’t the bling, television or diamond rings; it is instead the way we sing our individual song of peace. We are allowed to represent our individual belief. All people are designed to be free. Our interpretation of the truth resonates deeply and no one has a right to take that away. We all are responsible for what we do and say! There is nothing greater than our destiny.