Sharpie Flowers

Hours spent with sharpies
Drawing flowers on jeans
Believing in peace
With fresh conversation
Blue streaks painted on cheeks
Women living free
Breezing the streets
Sweeping passed thieves
Reaching new peaks
Sneaking new beliefs
Into everyday speech
Happening upon
The Magic of the World
No ordinary girl

Thoughts remain
On the tip of my tongue
Chewing my gum
Wanting the sum
To equal the contents that remain
The game hasn't changed
But we find new ways
To embrace the age
Faces fade
But words stay
Jet black on the page
Like flower sharpies
On yesterdays jeans

Prison Break

Just another good Black man
Goin' down for time
If you believe in God
Do you believe He's blind?
We gotta find the solution
System spreads their confusion
Offering pollution
As though it is no illusion
We are used to listening in
Sinking to swim
We are the one's we
Have been waiting for
The open door
The time has come for us
To settle the score
Settle the score

Reminiscence Bump

White face
Painted with silence
Body sways with
The purpose of a story
Glory days have passed
But the body still remembers
September breezes elegant
Against October rain
Pain rises slowly
To the surface of the skin
Evaporation calling
All that hurt you home
Zones of isolation
Places that need facing
Racing thoughts take time
To program brighter days
Swaying to the music
That your soul surely knows
Glowing with the vibrance
The long journey home

Orienting Self

I missed the lizards
While I was in New York
Stark awareness registers
Things moving
Outside our point of view
Orienting registers
Movement beneath
Our feet
Allowing potential
For things
Never before possible

Finals!

So, these past few days have been tumultuous. A few people really close to my heart are moving away (one is already gone), I went through a major transition (I am not yet ready to discuss) and one of my friends is in a bind and needs a place to stay...(Which has an uncanny reflection against the major transition I am going through), I cannot find Brandon anywhere and I have been really trying to reach out to him. All of this said, we are in the middle of Finals Week and I have the two most grueling finals left to go. The possibility of straight A's is there, but it will take a miracle! Meanwhile, I have been stressing because a couple professors have yet to post grades that would really help me know where I stand.

Here comes the funny story! I am in class today and my Professor for Women's Mental Health asks me if I have the quiz that she handed us to look at which we were supposed to return. I know this because that is how she has done it throughout the semester. However, I was in no present state of mind (this was the class that I ended up sobbing in due to the nature of the discussion on rape) and I threw the quiz away upon exiting the class! Great. It is funny however that the whole time I was upset she had not yet posted the grade and the whole time the reason she hadn't posted yet was ME!

No matter how smart we are, no matter how well read, no matter how many details we understand there will always be more to discover.

So, as I am sitting there taking our final review of knowledge, I look up at the filing cabinet in front of me (I am sitting in an unusual location due to the testing going on) and all over the cabinet are infinity signs. As many of you know one of Brandon's aliases is Infinity Won. I know that so many of you tease me for my undying belief in signs and symbols but my symbology has yet to fail me. My path is woven of intricate details that connect to other intricate details and Wu Wei (Taoist principle of becoming like water to move fluidly through the universe) me along my daily path. This all weaves into a much deeper story but I must leave it surface level for now out of respect for a life so intricately woven into mine and yet not mine alone. Suffice it to say that I felt comforted as if Brandon is okay and soon I shall hear his voice.

I had a lovely conversation with my niece Kirstie as we were catching up with our stories...I was arriving at my house. There is this glorious sunflower growing between the sidewalk and the road in the middle of Florida Winter when all my plants on my porch have wilted and appear to have given up the ghost. There it is bright yellow against a gloomy cold and gray day (yes, my loving New Yorkers we DO have days like that in Florida!) and I had to take its picture and share it with the world.

Now, I must study for my last two Finals...I just wanted to share some of the details in this brain of mine.

Ciao~

Truth in Unison

I stand seductive
Precluded from your view
Listening to the way you breathe
Every time I look at you
Freedom builds her cages
Out of yesterdays beliefs
Every random conversation
Offers sweet relief
Our intersecting bodies
Nearly touch so many times
Sorry softly lingers
At the edge of the Divine
Sublime parcel packages
Subliminal are sent
And with every dollar bill
We save to pay the rent
Images of Yester-me
Build up and sometimes swell
And depths within dig so deep
I draw water from the well
Tears begin to overflow
Joy cannot be measured
This body given me certainly
Is a temple made to weather
Every storm I was born
To walk through

Rain

After the tidal wave of tears that swept over me today in class, Heather McKay, one of my cohorts wrote this for me:

Emotion
welling up
to eyelids
and
heart valves
a beat
rhythmically
leading
hands to
create
mold
play
love
Dance,
open palms
red cheeks
Dance.