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.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012


Eye be feeling like...high when Eye go on these rides. Thankful for the low and high tides. An ever-changing galaxy spin on the axis brim...know.

In the midst of confusion, Eye drown in allusions...becoming a prisoner to my mind's intrusion. And sometimes, when the sky is full of my tears, she cries, sweet and warm lullabies.

Ties to old hurt and pain, but without this, nothing Eye would gain. And see we maintain, just doing our thang. Writer since birth, from the womb to the tomb. Black like the Afrikan Monsoon.

And though they think they know me, they only know the cover. The outer core of my inner being, and there will never be another. Poetry strikes me and my writing is inspired. And my ink bleeds, all of my desires.
And then in my dreams, they take me high...and in the manifestation, they transpire.

Eye am so above this...the chains of society. The chains of the oppressor, the M'assa out here riding me. Clocking break these chains. Dem can't hold a lioness...and never will they tame

But then when it rains, it eases my pain. Eye take a puff or two, knowing Eye do what Eye have to, to maintain.

Circles, 360....all of them with me. All of the above is when the below ground will hit me. Blessed Be, won't we be. Loving under a cherry tree. Once thought the only man Eye loved didn't love me, and then HE came along see.

And Love can inspire, damn it takes me higher. Cold like a fiyah....


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