over there

whispers
dark  gray upon the coming night
sight in the distance
made me sweat
eyes percolating tremors
through the air in front of me
disengage me or i will rampage
beastial and fragrant still
disolution particle into the atmosphere
we wear our sins like a badge of honor
a crown of thorns
or a dirty rag
stack up all these odds
I'm winning
puzzle peacing
the road back home

Reach

A single mile or a single step
Beset or stationed to rest
Blessed within my god-given right
Come home to me
I'll be your wife tonight

Sight over sickness
Quick witted and I'm spittin
Free rhyme and I'm given
One mind and we livin

Wisdom
Three times and I want you
Won Blood
And I want truth
One Love
And I had you
Within my palms
Once upon a time

Once upon a rhyme scheme
We are more than what we speak
Drink pieces of our freedom
Like all we can do
Is continue reaching

Combust or rust

Your words flow monotone
Got me sleeping to your rhythm
Like a metronome
Set on andante
Like we're walking through it softly
A little less than godly today
But well on my way
To a brighter tomorrow
My sorrow does not inhibit us
We meticulate individual trust
If I don't let it go
I just might combust
Break down if you lay down
Simply turn to rust

In between pierced pages
And empty sheets
Beats rise and fall synchronously
With harmony to my feet
As I bring heat to the pavement
Saving darker thoughts for another day
Marching toward my Destiny
Trying to pave a better way
Hoping so many souls to save
I reconcile my differences
Study things like rhetoric
Marching high on cataclysmic
Methods of finding ourselves
Worthy of love
Blood races through my fingertips
Pinching myself
Make sure I exist
Precipitation begins to percolate
The Rain is all I need

Necklace

I wear time around my neck
Have some respect
This derelict daughter
Offers no benediction
For the predeliction
Predatory ammunition
This heat seeking missile
Whistle blower to the mission
This is my recession
But I will be the Second Coming
Watch out!
I'm about to hit the ground running
Sunning myself
Make sure that I'm stunning
When I hit the stage
We gonna turn the pages
Till all the people
Turn to the sages
Waging war
This fire burns
We yearn
For a brighter tomorrow

Raven

Pebbles to the rain
She came
Wings folded
And hidden safely
Beneath her raven hair
Fair to say
The sway of her hips
Dominated the air
Around our lungs
We wondered
How we had ever been okay
Before her

Firing words
Before unheard
Searching for the weight
In anticipation
Sensation of raindrops
Rolling down
Goosepimple skin
Drinking in water
That no one could see
Free in the laughter
Honest friendship can offer
Scoffers speak hatred
Because they are afraid

Wading through water
Collected in our danger
Stranger things have happened
Before the price we paid
Laying this foundation
The raising of a nation
I could center on frustration
Or build a brand new day

Say to yourself
In the mirror on a daily
Roll up your sleeves
Be involved in the change

Degrees of Freedom

Degrees of freedom
Two tails or one
I rise to my moment
At the setting of the Sun
Won this race
But I fear the worst
Elementary statistics
Of how a broken heart hurts
Were you designed
For the soul of me
The other half of my destiny
Best of me
Combined with the rest of me
Spread my wings
And flew myself free
Speak easy doors
Became the windows of heaven
Relevant to my pain
I soaked in every blessing
Spoke while undressing
My soul for the mic
Exit my sadness
I am building a life
What are your degrees of freedom?
Speech writers
High flyers
Speaking of leaving
Heat seeking missiles
We're destined to rise
Soar to our potential
The popluation
Would appear to be normal
To those within
The Standard deviation
Extract me from your definition
The pit in my stomach
Hit me like a premonition
I eliminate everything
That doesn't factor to me
Eliminate the math
That doesn't factor to free

Won

There is not much we do not have the power to change. Any one who states that one person cannot make a difference should pick up a book by Dr. King, Gandhi, Malcolm X, Mother Theresa, etc.

We are living in a time where we should be experiencing some trepidation over the precarious "balance" of our planet. We are responsible for all that is taking place upon her daily. We all can do more to perpetuate prosperity, health, and balance to all beings, to all life. We have a future to consider. What are we leaving for our coming generations? What marcation will we leave behind? What score are we composing upon Her soil? What is wrong with our focus?

My campus recently built a beautiful new building with much green technology. We even have a water bottle re-filler to reduce waste, and many elements that make this building particularly green. We use a large portion of natural lighting to reduce energy use. However, the Cafe which is now located in said new building continues to use Styrofoam! I approached the regional manager of the Cafe on opening day. He was receptive and polite; however, nothing has changed.

As most of you know the details of how horrendously harmful this material is for our planet, we all must claim responsibility to make a difference daily. So, I approached the Provost of my Campus and have a meeting scheduled for tomorrow at three pm. I encourage all of you to do similar things in all veins of ecological or even economic concern. We are facing a precarious age. We must act NOW!

As I bought my breakfast in the Cafe, the manager served me on a paper plate and the man behind me questioned if I was allergic to Styrofoam. I was polite in my answer and somewhat poetic as I stated, "No, but you could say our Planet is." He did not get it. I broke down to him the fact that it takes several decades for Styrofoam to even begin to break down and when it does it releases detrimental toxins into our bio-systems. I understand it is cheap, but is it worth the damage?

He said, "Oh! What does it matter? I am gonna die soon anyway." I became terse and said that he was a part of the problem and why not be a part of the solution. I further stated that one person can make a difference and he should be a part of helping our planet and our future generations. He said he had seen one person make a difference and, "Good luck with that!"

I became angered as his energy exacerbated an already unsteady situation. I asked him why bother getting an education then if he was merely going to die soon? He said he wished to better himself. I was completely caustic on my soap box at this point and asked him if he realized that he had just contradicted himself. I was amused by his lack of passion and his utter ignorance and became curious as to what degree he was pursuing. I was horrified as he said he was to become a Psychiatrist. He was later forties to early fifties: a person who should by now have the life experience that would have prohibited some of his juvenile additions to our "conversation".

I wonder if he will tell his clients, don't worry about getting out of bed or facing their depression...since they are merely going to die soon!

Outraged.
All my Warriors rise.
Our time is NOW!

Won,
RAin.

Color Blind

Black is beautiful
And so am I
So go ahead and judge
These Baby Phat thighs
I guess you could call me "white"
By the color of my skin
But I would much prefer it if you
Chose to see me from within
Skin tones melt into a sea of grey
Hazy minds don't ascertain
And days just fade away
March to the madness
With your silver spoon
Howl away if you must
At the rising of the Moon
But we choose to tune ourselves
To the pitch of the Divine
Sublime inspiration
One moment at a time
Winding paths may lead strange places
But what victories we find
Listening with propensity
To this intricate design

Thermal

The power of good conversation
Is as simple as
An elementary equation
To me it is as easy
As one plus three
But to you
It is three minus one
To the third power of X
I was created in Heaven
So show some resepct
This derelict daughter
Is directin her flow
Watchin her ebb
So she every day grows
Woe to the soul
Who does not desire
The fire to the spark
Of no ordinary life
I strive to be better
Every second I live
Give all that I have
Till there's nothing left to give
Salve to your wounds
If you choose not to be
The very best of your destiny
Circle around
This freedom I've found
Like a falcon on a thermal
No desire to touch down
Grounds for your thesis
I'm preachin to me
Finding eternally
One more puzzle piece

Elementary

I could spit two bars
About your standard deviation
Factor out your Z score
Your placement in the population
I'm lacing my lyrics
With statistical math
Elementary to sum
But there are some
I'm soaring past
Passed all your barriers
I'm breaking this down
Lightning to your thunder
Movement at the speed of sound
Profound how I do this
All you can say is, "True this"
True bliss to god body
We are 99 percent strong
Long layers on your limbs
With hymns sung for the Winter
Winner takes all the spoliage
Old age speaks volumes
Words forgotten and unheard
For decades of sought knowledge
College cannot teach these things
Is your average
Above or below the mean?
I offer you no median
You can do a U-turn around
Please listen to the wisdom
This energy I've found
Project yourself protected
Walls built like sound barriers
Carriers of harmony
We are carefully unwound
Bound to no discriminating factor
We are actual
Factual in our delivery
The Ones we've been waiting for
SunRise to your rhythm
Check the space you live in
Resonate and renovate
It is our time to rise

Precipice

RAin Christi Ausar

nose wide open
hoping and flowing
listening hard to the sounds of the ocean
wanting for nothing
ethereal peace
... i know that this precipice
is exactly what I need
i waste not
want not
need no thing
I sing to myself when the loneliness clings
I hope you all hear me
Because I am singing for you
Weary does nothing
but make me improve
I always want more
of this life that I lead
I plant seeds for the harvest
I pray on my knees
we free ourselves daily
Unfortunate things
Lemony snicket leads to industrious strength
I am what I make me
And I am constantly waging
A war to battle demons
Wish not to see me succeed
I am freed from their labels
Done fighting fables
I am battling SATAN
Who else wants a piece?

Agape Love

As a white woman in her thirties, I could be admired for the amount of Agape love I exhibit on a daily basis. As a woman who has definitely seen her share of The Struggle, I could be honored for the tenacity of my spirit. As a woman who has been raped and homeless, I could be said to be strong and courageous. As a woman who has suffered honest hunger, I could be said to be hard working and driven because I never allowed it to cause me to fail.

Perception adds so much relevant depth to a story. I would not downplay the solid character I exude, but as I read the Last Chapter of Trumpet of Conscience by Dr. Martin Luther King, I cried all the way through his last chapter of his last testament.

For a man who walked in tempo with the abolishing of slavery, the strongest phase of the KKK, with the world injustices of his time that he was so empathically aware of, I have to bow my head, and kiss page 73 where he defines and discusses the Greek theological concept of Agape love.

There is a reason this great man is one of my most imperative heroes. The sway of his rhetoric. The depth of his knowledge. The cadence of his rhyme. He was a man of action. He saw things I cannot even imagine because we have come a distance since his day. However, as Nina Simone states We Still have so terribly far to go!

I honor all this man was. May his Dream live  through me. May the Agape love tattooed on my chest emanate from me always, in all ways. I consecrate my life to the betterment of myself. To the evolution of the human race as a whole, not some segmented, segregated set of classes.

As we begin the month of March, I delve fully into my destined path allowing the word of the King to charge my soul with eternal fire. I am all that I claim to be, and I am a living, breathing, moving work in progress.

To all of you committed to the same, great blessings upon you. To those who have not yet found their spark, I implore you to rise. The time is at hand. Listen to the second hand tick. This is it!

Hotep.
Lady RA~in.