Scrabble Scramble

An ox
Floating on top of a dime
Latte laden bi-sexual thoughts
Thread themselves with gay momentum
Don't mean to be coy
By gay I certainly mean happy
Pun intended
I drip with tonal layers of the tree of life
I am pooled in the wings of the howling owl
Who carries me to safety nightly as I sleep
My rival is sore and sobs loudly
While dreaming of gore
But it will be an Aeon before he finds me here
And if it wasn't for Lance there would be not a chance
Of these letters printed plainly across my chest
Every thread of every blanket
Every pane of guardian windows
Drafts us together for causes we do not yet understand
Being raw made me perfect for the fit
For the pick
I am the draft this season
So you better get along with it
Tires roll like taxes down proverbial myths
I say hello to the ones who are waving hi with their wrists
The "in" crowd was never where I belonged

Momentum

Breaking down spoken pieces
Words gone arye
These thoughts of mine
Never stop
Inside this rapid cycling brain of mine
Well suited to my name
Go ahead & call me Rain
My pain is the Mother's tears
Years of built up emotion
Oceans of energy
Remembering me
In every orifice of this life
My strife is only due
To those things done incorrectly
And I continue suspecting
When we're going to do this right
Sight over sound
I am glad that you found me
Now


I am awake but still dreaming
Finding meaning in every image
Presented to me like puzzle pieces
Releasing hope
For a picture completed
Seating floats through memories
Competing for space in my
Cognitive race
Waiting for a page in my journal
To write themselves remembered
Relevant to all things unsaid
Unspoken but never broken
We are not the spokes in the wheel
We are vehicles of change
Rearranging Tetris pieces
Until I am as effective
As I ever will be


These wings of freedom
Sing new melodies
Harmony yet unsung
Sleep with me
And by that I mean lay next to me
And close your eyes
Ride waves of cloud consciousness
Restlessness dissipates
And pillows of dreams
Mean I will wake up
Ready to face the day
Clay pots rot over time
Holding wine
But I feel sublime
When I sleep at your side


Tides roll in and out
Of mindful thought
Wrought with circadian rhythms
And hearts brought to their knees
Freezing time
Present in the moment at hand
I feel restless
Longing to shake this state
Anticipating movement
Moving on to the next page
This chapter written
Doors open
Next phrase
Trying so hard to ammend
My anxiety ridden ways


I breathe heavy these days
So many thoughts
Clogging my neural passageways
Keep my hope at bay
Their hatred cannot
Bury my brightest day
It comes in waves
All I want is for it to go away
Hear what I say?


Actively participate
In solving the maze
Better and better as I sway
Saying words to encourage my soul to stay


You were my greatest Zeitgeiber
For my circadian soul day
Rhythm concentrated
As my heart began to sway
Amber odds were against me
And I wish that I could've stayed
Against your chest
Divest my best
Rest in your bed that day


Maybe you wouldn't have decided
To play chicken with our flesh
Buffalo wild wings singing songs
A destiny less divine
I miss you all the time
Cycle upside down
I long to escape
I am already far from this place
No desire for time to waste
No desire to run the rat race


Spaces in between the noise
Conversations with lonely boys
No size or season for moral spoils
I need coils of recalcitration
You create a sensation in the
Base of my spine
But love is more than the
Tingling time spent yearning


I am annoyed with ordinary life
I need dancing hippie grass music
Fed by sunshine and water
Hopeful conversations filled with harmony
Advancing thoughts of world order
Progressive change
And peace-filled momentum


I am persuing personal achievement
Checking my meter daily
Quarter feeding seeds for the sewing
Rowing my boat, harder and stronger
Enjoying the moment more as I go

Scrabble

My body needs to embrace you
My beet red breast is beset
By my fists hatred
I placed a hex on my own chest
This heart of mine
At work beating double time
I can be a biter and a fighter
When I must
Holding my thoughts
As hostages of war
Until I nearly combust
I have reaked havok
Amidst the quiet clone hive
It plays loud parts on the toy stage
Where we celebrated our lust
I pulled rank along the first mile
Headed East
Turned a deaf ear to the tear
That fell Southern down my cheek
I would rejoice to see a poodle
On any other day
But not one prancing
off the grid
Along the narrow way
An honest spar with the student
To engage your grain
Is a do or die situation
In the meat of the lesson
We forget to eat the marrow
I am all I have claimed to be
And things I still refuse to see
It is as it must be

Strange Fruit

Into the arms of Mother Afrika
I dance
Dark flesh pressed against
My ghost white skin
But within I know
I am the strange fruit


Spanish Moss hangs thick from my grandmother's
Oak tree
I sift through the sand
In her back yard
And yes, my childhood was hard
But to others my life
Would seem like royalty


Seemingly
We as a capitalistic culture
Have forgotten the vultures
That begun this by
Raping native peoples
Raping native soils


Oil and chocolate
Blood coffee & colorless diamonds
Minds searching
For a scientific answer
The death of a system
That should have never been born

For D

For D

I am dancing around the precipice of Death

Edging up against the knife

For I know there is nothing left

Darkness hangs heavy in my carefully measured soul

I am doubting my placement here

Have I not paid all the tolls?

God said he had a purpose

For my life. I believed this true

I have waited for my children, my wife, I waited long for you

Where is the truth in a world gone numb?

They stand before their idols:

Deaf, blind, dumb

I am waiting for the significance of

Imposable thumbs unused to be rendered as abuse

There is really nothing wrong with me

It is this factor not many see

I am seeing way too much and it really weighs on me

When is my vocation gonna open up and swallow me?

I walk for miles in the pouring rain

Chanting mantras and Bible Verses

Those who are average call me insane

I hate the labels ladened upon the reverent back

I think if I hear one more ism I may suffer heart attack

I am not your ordinary missionary

I long to shake the world

I long to reach into their eyes and wake up every boy and girl

We have come a long march away from soul centered anything

I sing broken songs now

Because my voice refuses to sing

I wish for just one who really hears me

One to walk with me always

I praise the Lord for the life I was given

But I am not grateful for the way

The world around me falters and makes me feel so caged

These spiritual wars are waged for the welfare

Of some who do not even dare

To open their eyes and see

The possibilities here for you and me

I dance on the precipice of death

But I will not give in to him just yet

 

 

Life

In this individualistic Western Culture, it is often too easy to focus on oneself in an expensive spiritual fashion. I have been accused of being arrogant more than once. I met with a close soul to mine to ask for guidance, words of wisdom, some type of spiritual message his soul may have for mine. With gentle words and a cautious and reverant spirit, he offered me a blessing. He said to be a part of the bigger picture without a false sense of humility. He cautioned me not to downplay my significance but reminded me we are a much bigger force than individual. I needed his words and am grateful for his presence in my life.


After our luncheon, I met with the Director/Editor of Panyha Foundation which is a remarkable organization for Lao-Americans and with a focus on raising education and cultural awareness with a global people in mind. I will be writing for them, along with interviewing refugees and second generation Lao-Americans, while also editing and adding a poetic twist to articles already written. I am excited to be on board and feel that this will only add to the strength of my soul.


My mission is strong and I knew I was ready for the next step of the game. I am humbled by both meetings this afternoon. I have much yet to learn. It was intoxicating to me spiritually that the second encounter echoed largely the first and that the spiritual ramifications surrounding me offered deep messages that I am still interpreting. While sitting in the Panyha Conference Room, I noticed a printed statement regarding leadership on the wall: Leadership is action not position. May I become the best of myself and march with a tide of people strong with the vision that we are here to create a better tomorrow.


Three cheers to the people in my life who have led me this far. Three cheers the next chapter of this spirit filled path! Thank you all.

Forward!

                Allow me to introduce myself. I am a humanist who believes in the exponential potential of the individual existence. I believe we have the power to achieve the best of ourselves. I believe that we should evolve spiritually, mentally, and emotionally daily. I believe that one voice can change the world for the better. I believe we all have an obligation to our soul to do the best we possibly can with this blessing of a life we were given. I promise to give all that I have to achieve the full power of my destiny.

                I have seen in my lifetime a rapid rise in technology, new levels of awareness in our Global Ecology, and spirituality converging like tides connecting cultures from all over our Earth. The promise of a better tomorrow excites me to my deepest spiritual core and I know I will see great amber waves of change before the day I offer up my last breath. I believe this will be achieved by a new empathic understanding of all cultures, religions, and creeds. There are many threads that tie our individual cultures together. Through every individual perception there are commonalities that link us together as one human race. It is my goal to offer all of me in the pursuit of higher knowledge, empathic spiritual perception and a raised awareness in our global sphere.

                As a musician, poet, painter and woman of a renaissance nature, I know I have the power to achieve many great things. I am actively involved in this community, the community of Rochester, New York, as well as many communities across our globe. This Earth speaks to me with many voices that represent many languages, many cultures and many spiritual perceptions. I am honored to be an oracle in a time of great change. I believe this decade will show me many great things as I complete my Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology, my Master’s Degree in Writing and Poetics, and my Doctorate in Philosophy.

                I am actively engaged in this community and offer my time as a powerful speaker to deliver knowledge to a public that is hungry for collective change. I am an active participant in many organizations such as RAINN, Write Life, and the UHURU Solidarity Movement in order to perpetuate the spread of knowledge in hopes to bring empowerment to all peoples and unite this global population. I intend to travel to every sector of this Earth and speak the words given to me by the Divine. I am the author of a very active blog (rainchristi.blogspot.com) that offers words of a political, economic, and spiritual nature to people who are here to work together toward a better day.

                My first album, After the Rain, is now global and reaching the lives of a diverse group of people daily. My second album, recently recorded in my home studio in Rochester, will be released this summer. I do much speaking and campaigning regarding things such as rape, domestic violence, sexually related diseases and many other topics that can raise community awareness and empower victims to find the healing they need. I have accomplished many things this lifetime so far. The most exciting part for me is that I have only just begun! Thank you for the opportunity to further my education at USF. I look forward to being an active part of the Honors Program.

 

                Forward!