Language Love.

Believe in the ability of language to heal. Let these butterfly and love-laced words infuse your Spirit with the joy from the Cosmas: the feminine genius of consciousness. Ascend.

Monday, June 28, 2010

E.V.O.L.V.I.N.G. (Queen I Am...)

I feel peaceful, though I let peace go
No more Jesus walks and cathedrals
It’s hard to know you’re the one to navigate
Got quite an impact on my fate

Now I got a lot on my plate
But time moves slow, and then heartaches
Even longer to heal, even harder to deal
Even harder to sit and let my heart spill
Even harder to chill
I try to live like the wind
But still I have made my fair of impressions
On a canvas, known to no man’s space
They look and wonder why it seems my mind is in no man’s space
Because no man’s grace…
Can save me
I need no saving of…just a cup of water and Love

And hugs, oh how long it’s been
Since I felt the warmth of another, truly genuine
Would I even know the feeling if I felt it
From all the bullshit that I’ve dealt with
And not another bitter black woman to take the stage
The story of my life, can you write the page?
Or can you sit and gaze…like I sit and daze
Floating in purple haze, but still not feeling okay
I feel the chemicals they seduce me with
Weed supply anything other than organic
They planned it, but now that I know what to do…
But then I think, what do I know? This bullshit they call the truth

Yeah, unfortunately a member of the “troubled” youth
They laugh…say I got phrases old as Mother Goose
But I love the ones that love me back
They say “E&J I love you,” now how real is that?
How real is the fact….that right now they can’t see my graces?
But I’ll give ‘em three to five years, like sentences in prison spaces
And when they catch up, I’ll be onto a new flame
Burn, baby burn, my mind’s ashes are insane
And too tame…me, would be a hell of a task you see
Still I’m evolving….in a world of catastrophe

       **Afiyana Jones**