so i'm letting this love go/and now he isn't a friend.either (and i'm euphoric)

Well family, I'm in such a new place. I reconnected with this man, and felt so strong about EVERYTHING. was even willing to call the future.

but the past 3 weeks have been full of highs and lows. some very low lows. i'd spend too many moments in pain, hurting by his behavior. he felt justified to be distant, apprehensive, not as close because before i'd feel so strong and leave the romantic relation. this happened several times. with good reason, far as i'm concerned. i completely understand his need for that (for him i understood), but i also know i did that choosing my happiness and sanity over anything i could have with him.

i kept overlooking so much that hurt me or just didn't add to my happiness. i didn't even look deeper this time, choosing to be committed no matter what. really? are you really doing that??? i asked myself over this weekend. i was giving us space, but you know whats right and true the instant its spoken in you. i just no longer wanted to be unhappy in any way just to have him.

so i emailed him just now. in the truest spirit of friendship and understanding. and realness for us both. and he didn't even read it, he said. said it was unnecessary. just told me to take care. might as well have slapped me in the face. it was as if he didn't really care about me or my actual happiness, just what was good for him. i thought we were bigger and better than that. true friends...but i guess that was just on my end... but here' s the kicker family....

after the first few days of following my heart and approaching him, and him following suit with me.....he said he didn't want to go back into it, lets just be friends. i was instantly devastated and fought for him. and kept going really strong with it, talking of our future and all that. which is wrong, to me. because we only have THE NOW. i want to love anyone i love for as long as i am allowed to.....and when that love is done, it's done. and i'm cool with that.

and i just realized he didn't even ATTEMPT to fight for me...and has the audacity to come at me this way even though that's ALL i been doing since reconnecting with him??? wow.. that's says so much about the relationship, and what i gave no attention to. for love. wow. i gotta process that for a minute. lol.

well we had some beautiful moments....and then it would go to a hurtful place for me. with his sometimey distance and lack of letting me in. i won't live like that for ANYONE. i don't care how much i love you ....my first responsibility is to ME. i know that so much more in my present days. so i felt, he was right....friendship is best for us. *shrug*

now...i am pretty sure he's going to color me bad, going to make this about what i've done to him, maybe not ever speak to me again, or be hateful. and the people i've become cool with who adore him so may come to hate me or leave me too, i don't know. but i'm ready for all that, because i feel euphoric having followed my heart and seen what could have been instead of wondering for life.

i don't seek to bring him down, just to tell the truth of whats happening in my life. but of all the issues he's had, of the things he's said (sisters in my life have read some of these things, and truly thought i should dropkick him back then LOL) and all that i've accepted because i felt i had to for this love i feel, its a real trip to me i've gone the five years we've known each other taking so much and making it beautiful when it was its ugliest.

thats what love can do....make you blind.

well, i'm slowly surely walking away from this love. it was a long lasting and grand thing at moments. other times, just an extra emotion hanging over me. asking questions like: did i give us a true chance? am i doing the right thing not being in his life, not having him in mine -- no matter whats been? no matter what you've seen and noticed about him? so i went after those questions; and received my answer the world over. and i regret NOTHING. not the blogs i wrote in my happiness in excitement, not the poetry he inspired, no my professes of loving him and committing myself to him. it all had its time, and was very true for me. i love i felt and experienced all of it. and, you know, the pain too.

but alas, its over. its done. everything. the connection. the tie. and not because i say so....but i see its best. there is no love to share when the other person isn't selfless enough to care if you're actually alright...even if its not with Them. (though, remembering his email on being friends, he mentioned me meeting someone good for me in the future...and now is acting like i'm betraying him......once again.....wow lol)

i feel so good family because i went there. and now i'm here. in a beautiful place of knowing my treasure, my worth, my gifts, my everything divine, righteous and beautiful. and not accepting anything less than Everything i absolutely want in this life in Love.

amen-ase. xoxo,
nequa

in a khepera mood...

this poem be continuous
be a free flow of no thinkin
just feelin
just bein
just wildin
feelin the soulchile in me
he sends me there
a child of the blues
a daughter of jazz
a goddess of light
a queen of divinity
he
keeps
the
secret
to my
sanity/when
life is too much
to breath
in and out

and i dig that.

my man
my king
my warrior
my sweetness
my love
my future
my husband
my one
my only
my cipher
my lust
my desire
my need
my sensuality
my open wide
my tender
my intimate
my wake up to
my absoulte everything

and then some.

i come to know him
to celebrate this life
in his arms
and his arms alone

he me
me he
us is we

forever and always
an ebb and flow
of infinity

so this
is making
...love.

for them. (my mellow, my men)

so.

i've put you in this place

expected you to take it

and for that, i am sorry

you are not a prototype

a greatness left to straddle anyones pedastal

you are not the love of my life

or any significant role in between

you are who you are meant to be

exclusively precious male principles

i am blessed to experience

and cherish

be cherished by

as i move on.

i've made you the epitome

of jill scott poetry

and isley brother songs

when really

you were only a melody i played in my head

only a fantasy to hold me until my man comes

(and he's still not here)

for all of that, i truly apologize

because you've meant more

been less frustrating

and even more less disappointing

being your own human selves

doing your best as you fight

your devils every average day

i pray for you

and the queens that love you

one day, the woman you long for

will be more than a yearning

to fill your jeans with stiffness

and for that, i am thankful

as you are so deserving.

morning coffee (swallow)

saturday, 8am

a hot cup of medium strong

French Roast

inspires me to swoon

i hum a little melody

for the touch of Amaretto I stir in slowly

warmth births a nostalgic moment

when I merely wanted you

and you had no idea of my existence

I've spent years fantasizing

this moment/alone i sit

with these thoughts/contemplate these

dreams/and introspect

how divine i believed you to be

you and i

to be

then you called

that one night

and things been fucked up since

only

i hadn't realized til this morning

against the dark sweetness

of my medium strength

French Roast

the fresh aroma clouding me

like my enchantment for your

old black magic

my throat enjoys this nectars smooth ride

laced with my deep desire

to free you

(now go)

Prodigal Daughter

forever i passionately search my soul

seek my spirituality in high places

and low ground

in each journey i find myself

HOME

where i belong

need to be

with my Mother

with my Fathers

with my Love

with every blessing ever gifted unto me

i find my way back

HOME

where i am forever welcome

wanted

needed

even if solely unto myself

cherished

nourished

chastised

cultivated

hugged

kissed

coddled

praised

fussed with (and at)

hoped for

dreamed of (and for)

where i need not search any longer

HOME

held by my Mother

protected by my Fathers

nestled by my Love

with angels

glorious music

and God

blessing me til

my cup runneth over.

AMEN and AMEN.

The Woman Poet

She speaks.

hear the clever voice

of the Woman Poet

with mere words this powerful artist

reveals all that is unseen

by naked eyes

while the mildly curious feign interest

and receive life lessons

in stanzas.

her sight absorbs thought

like infinite streams of intellect

her third eye is gifted with clairvoyance

so the truth rarely escapes her

in her presence, be silent

leave room to sanctum her mind

for always, there is more to learn.

parameters

my soul tends to expand

the moment i educate my essence

through art/poetry/& culture

my mind is fed insipidly

cultivating knowledge beyond simple comprehension

and any missives women are expected to love

i find myself growing

my spirit is tall

and my eyes are tortured

by the radiance

of my own luminosity

this is not conceit

nor arrogance

just pure revelation...

youcantboxmein.

streamofconscious -- before i love him

the poetry of my mind finds its way to paper through the ink of this eternal pen once i find the words my thoughts end and incessant speech begins like the water an endless flow of soul communion in my heart i am not sure i love you or simply desire rapid intimacy i want you to mean everything to me but need a friend are you open for change

Quintessential

Relentlessly, I submit to revolution...

I want a truth
a reality
a sensitive and open wide
continuous constance/a measureless permanence
I want a speakeasy conversation
a train of thought
whose easy on my mind
a soul kissing
spirit flexing
mind flipping/body healer
a capsulating romance/timeless seduction
of incessant passion
an infinite lovemaking
a love/story written to mindblowing jazz symphonies
with an endless end

..but hold the roses/candy/and other confectionary confessions

I want wild orgasms
of biblical proportions
a hardworking endurance
perseverance
a struggle to progress
a devil-fighting purveyor
of genuine emotions and
knowledge of self
I want committed
courageous
cool calm collected (at times, not)
sometimes strong
sometimes weak
a submitting to the Most High
yet boundless in spiritual yearning
I want love/desire/and need
a letting go/while tightly holding me
a sincere
serious
truthspeaking, truthtelling
creative communal intellecual
truism.

A complete man without limits
in my life/sharing my bed.

cynequa marie
december 18, 2006

Kindred Spirit

beyond the great winds of change
lies my kindred
you/my beloved
suspended in the atmosphere
of blind illusion
are realer than truth
one i cannot deny
patiently, i await you
you will find me
you will nurture me/grow me/know me
cherish my wholeness
i will devote my love to you/completely
and our lives will be better for it

--12/29/06

To Struggle

struggle..

i thank you for the tenacious hardship

of this concrete jungle/

from it ascends the jasmine

blowing in my mind...

--1/3/07

the enlightened are sexy too (bravebird flyin free in her sutra)

lol. i know imma hear & receive some interested words for this one.

i been thinking bout this for the past 3 years. the way the ethereally intuned with self are boxed in. those who passionately seek & practice their spirituality. who live in true self-awareness and divine consciousness. folk act like we don't fantasize, f*ck, make love, can get downright raunchy with the best of em. i'm just saying... we can and do go there too. but are made to feel wrong, as if sex was only meant for the wicked and evil. sex is not nasty.. but what folks do for that orgasm can be, i guess. lol!

we erotic. sensual. sexual. and quite thorough with every pleasure associated with each. how dare we be typecast as "not allowed or unable" to explore the possibilities of our sutras.

please, i beg to be knocked off my pedastal.. cuz i do my thing, alright? lol. and thats whatever my thing be..

although, i have had one tripped out issue, yet not bothered by it...... some of the most beautiful and honorable brothers, who feigned righteousness, regality, nobility and respect... these enlightened brothers... are the very ones who have Exclusively used a sister for his vocal/aural (phone) sexual gratification. i hear its my soft, sweet sensuous voice. it being all mellow and what not. me spitting lyricism and what not. i don't even hafto Try to be sexy with it.. and it comes off that way (my sister & nana once told me lol)! but its cool...

see...... we'd be on the phone.. and i just be speaking....and i talk alot...then before you know it, he's all quiet... then i hear the steamy breathing.....i ask whats up (cuz its not always goin down like that)....and he either nervously giggles or gets all self-righteous on some not able to help that shit. "ooooh, what you do to me." instead of getting upset, i partake in the experience. hell, even started to invite it. just to explore my own thoughts, fantasies and how far am i willing to go for my pleasure. i surprise myself with what i learn, and yet.. it all feels so natural to my essence.

i'm just wilding from my many late night, early morn, middle of afternoon memories. the sweet sensuality of nostalgia.

be a beautiful day yall. *seductive grin*

auset speaks: master plan (a kweli inspiration)

MASTER PLAN
(inspired by Talib Kweli)

across the globe

my people know

the suffering of struggle

our generation is a continuation

of slow progression

our nation is hungry for liberation

and we have only begun to fight.

ONE MIND

ONE LOVE

ONE ACTION

ONE GOD

blessing us with the miracle

of one movement

our foot soldiers are brave warriors

willing to die for the cause

of Black People rising towards sovereignty.

we are an army of resistance

keeping blindness at a distance

and Self-determination consistent

as we sing redemption songs

to our Ancestors drums

feeling the Nubia/Kush/Khamit spirit

pulsating through the universe

the beautiful blood of the Motherland

coursing through our veins

MY PEOPLE RISE

to cultivate the strength of the Original Man

resting deep in our core

we've fought the battle/lets conquer the war

conjure the fortitude of our ancient family

keeping their humanity through

The Middle Passage

Jim Crow

Nonstop Police Brutality

and cease our children being raised in slave mentality.

AFRIKA CRIES OUT

and as Her child born away from home

I'm ready to shout my battlecry

We all must be a footprint in the sand

Every single Black child woman and man

Grab a hold of each other/take a soul by the hand

We're marching into Zion

With Freedom as our master plan.

ASE.

queen cynequa marie
autumn 2005

auset speaks: untitled resistance

Untitled Resistance

Revolution means change
And a hero ain't nothing but a sandwich
So, Imma cease searching for a manmade messiah
Why wait for a carnal savior
When I can liberate myself?
I am my own place of power
My own plethora of wealth
Imma sister on a mission
So in our movement
I begin with self
Taking one step toward the next
In search of progress
Oh yes, this beautiful struggle is my life
So some days you may find me crying inside
Cuz we're seepin evil into our veins
No need for the tambourine man
we play the song betta than he do anyway

I wanna do all I can to heal this pain
These unspeakable blues
I gotta keep movin/blues fallin down like haze…
Because formidable minds are paying the price
For our foolishness
And why must our future die from the stale air
Of our dead end movements???
Once upon a time, our ancestors were traumatized
Our elders burglarized of their birthright
To respect & dignity/and now
We just give it away.

Need that knowledge of self determination
Need to understand
We put the hue in Hue-Man
And take our place.
Start demanding fresh foods/clean water
Air our babies can breathe
Consume only that which feeds your temple holistically
Deny falling prey to the disparity
And depression of not meeting
Insurmountable demands
Remember, this system was not built
For your success
Revolt this systemic supremacy
Later for that bullshit oppression

Sons & Daughters of the Diaspora
Brothers & Sisters of this Struggle
Each time I look into your eyes
I learn/Black is beautiful
Because we a strooooooong people
The only way WE win is walking this path together We gotta…
Refuse anything that's unnatural
Resist unhealthy living/practice self-control
Remove anything that doesn't keep us all togetha
Yall might say its all good/but I'm tryna make it all betta.

auset speaks: womb amnesia

WOMB AMNESIA
(dedicated to my beloved Mama)

We seem to have forgotten

who the mother is

who brought our asses forth

The Womb

The Mind

The very school of thought we're nurtured through

Every sound She makes

is very Green in Blue/with absolute love.

We seem to have forgotten

the warm smile and soft bosom

the poetry of Her lullaby

as we fall to slumber

the protective arm/saving us

from falling prey to dead end forces

the first reasoning voice

first beloved, first sign of life

on other planes

where rebirth is possible & infinite

the only unconditional love

and vibe to the Universe

on Planet Earth

She

keeps us on our axis/and reminds us

of our strength

From birth to death/She is holding us

tight, as Her baby.

And yet we've forgotten Her

lost sight of the Divine Vision

the Mother is/the first Beautiful

we receive after leaving God.

Our light in the darkness…

I see you, Mama

Brighter than before

My sweetest delight/greatest first fight to be better

My first friend/my Beginning to no end

My Truth Peace Growth

FOREVER.

Queen Cynequa Marie
© May 19, 2006

patiently awaiting the king offering me exactly this completely...

Can I Talk To You (Lil Darlin') by Talib Kweli (feat. Bilal)

I want you, cuz you make my heart skip the beat that I drum to
I want to be the one you run to, when pain confronts you
You're everything, sometimes I get nervous when I'm in front you
You can hear it in my voice when I ask you if you comfortable
Look how love do, I'd practice the Art of War for you like Sun Tzu
Come through and arouse you every morning like the sun do
If you blackout and collapse I want to help you to come to
Notice I haven't yet got into what I want from you
I want you to come to when I come through and make you shine like the sun do
I want you to be the valley for my river to run through
You're everything, you send your soul through your lips to my heart
Sweet music will start I want you to be the music of my art
When people try to rip us apart we got to work to stay together
Go through the seasons of love and never change with the weather
This is my wish list, what I want not what I need there's a difference
These days I'm learning that words got power so I'ma be specific

Can I have a talk with you?
Can I make a dream come true?
Can I be in love with you?
Cuz I would if I could

Yeah sunflower
You must live in the infinite blackness that exists when I close my eyes
I see you when I fall asleep, I see you when I dream

Lil' darlin'
Set your soul on fire (lil' darlin')
Be your one desire (lil' darlin')
Lil' darlin'
Can I talk to you? (lil' darlin')
Lil' darlin', lil' darlin'
Can I talk? (lil' darlin')
Can I talk, can I talk, can I?
Lil' darlin' (lil' darlin')
Can I talk to you? (lil' darlin')
Let him talk to you
Set your soul on fire

self-affirmation

Revolution begins with one.

If you want to make a change in this world, in your life, start by looking in the mirror.

God makes each and every individual, perfect as you are.

One is the magic number.

this is how i prayed to God & our Universe for my Husband

divine mate. king. life partner. best friend. only other half. he's finding me. how i know? cuz as i prayed and ancestors & nem of the spirit world lemme know. sit still. just be still. let him come.

he will complete my path, my journey, my life, my love, my way. i know i will receive argument, flack, etc. about the idea of my man completing me and not just complementing me.... but the fact is.. this is about conjoining LIVES. entire Beings of Existence. if we were so satisfied in our lonesome, why mate (especially monogamously) at all? our beloveds must bring something major to us in order to commit as deeply and sacredly as we do. so i truthfully, widely & extreme-strongly feel. he will most def complete my cipher. and be the most paramount blessing to my innermost lovespace within. i am more than cool, okay & alright with that. (big warm feelgood smile)

this is what i said....

Infinite All/Most High/Creator
i want a man
who is there
wants to be there
who participates
in an all consuming
most inconvenient
won't live life without
each other
love
who co-writes our life story
in complete romance
who shares his love in manysmall actions
throughout the day
paying attention to detail
each day we are together
cuz its not about forever
but understanding today
is all we truly have
this second
this minute
this hour
this moment
a man who understand we are first & foremost
friends
who continuously strives
to mindfully maintain our commitment
through spiritual cultivation
& soulful nurturing
who looks deeply in my eyes
thinks with his heart
and speaks directly to mine
a man who seeks & finds
me
sleeps close in my bed
and holds me til i'm awake
onlyto gently, softly, sweetly kiss my forehead
and hand me a cup of my favorite coffee
who will see me as i am
and listen
really listen
who talks to me
communes with me
shares a bond in thinking of one another
reaching out to feel one another
closer
who mutually leads me
and is lead by me
recognising his strength is not compromised
by submission
who cares for my body
and embraces my figure (be it size 8 or 28, ha!)
because such a limited thing does not matter
not in our loving
whose chest i bury my head into
to feel good & betta
whose body i lean against i winter
standing in lines
preparing our dinner
washing dishes
browsing bookstores & libraries
whose hand holds mine
as we listen to music
watch films
or enjoy late night tv
whose face i caress during
his late night truthseeking
buried deep in knowledge & wisdom
in printed/written word
or spoken through elders on wax
as i hand him warm, sweet tea
who shares my breath of life
through luscious kissing
whenever
wherever
whatever
and makes love when the mood strikes
(sometimes quickes are even okay)
a man who prays with me
and blesses our table before we feast
who learns me to know me
sees the God in me
and embraces Her
showing me his full, raw Self
(no window dressing)
i'm not in search of a hero
warrior
saint
revolutionist
savior
artist
thinker
writer
poet
scholar
scientist
breadwinner
or a replica of Malcolm, Martin or Medgar
i want an amalgamation of infinite possibilties
a man who can go anywhere, be anything
yet knows his core and shares Him with me
who thrives in doing the best he can with all he has
and respects
he's the only other half
making me whole.....

apology (for my brotherfriend)

instead of looking at our history as
what you did in relation
to what i did
i simply take full responsibilty
for my actions alone
for that is all i am
in control of
can change
and i have.

so for pain i have caused you
i truly am sorry
regardless of intentions
you were hurt
and i hurt you
in keeping spiritual balance
i must apologize
ask your forgiveness
receive it
and honor it

all of which, i do.
as you well know. (smile)

blessings of love & peace within. ase.

auset speaks: poem for the pain

i often look for your mouth
to form a vowel sound or a sigh
of indication
to let me know where
our thing stands

where i fit into
all of this
for you

but its more often your silence
saying it all
and i play deaf/to keep me softened to you
but reality corners my moistened heart
forming frost around its edges
so my glorifying, blurry vision is balanced
by the clarity of your
distance.

-- March 1, 2007

auset speaks: "hinder" (a he wasn't listenin poem)

I im'ed him
to begin one of
our most paramount conversations
re: the growth & change
of our relationship.
While my heart ached
I poured the muck & mire
filling the crevice of my soul
through a cold keyboard
and in teh midst of my fearful revelations
all he could muster in response
was a spelling correction
of one word.
To soften his unsighted blow
of ignorance & obliviousness
he posted an animated smiling face
as if our discussion
were that simple.
This alone clarified for me
his interest & investment in our future
had long dissipated.

Sometimes I think
I'm my own worst enemy
cuz I set myself up for this shit
every
single
time.

March 6, 2007

auset speaks: for the little girl in me

from Finding Fish to finding me...

who will cry for the little girl

whose been told she's too big
to be beautiful
whose known lonliness
better than the taste of her own tongue
whose heartbroken wounds
heal with jagged edges/aching
to be smoothed by respect and affirmation

who will cry for the little girl

with her heart & soul
fragile as an autumn/red leaf fresh-fallen to the ground
whose salty tears incessantly warm her love
when facing sharp rejection
whose strength multiplies
through the madness of cruelty & ridicule

her spirit wakes to understand
why God has chosen such pain
to be her purpose/yet
she learns from it;
each dawn, she looks toward the Sun
just to see

who will cry for the little girl

...in me.

auset speaks: untitled (honestly)

this is not for a romantic ending
for the ceasefire of an eternal flame
or because i miss you
no
this is for the heartbreaking disappointment
of our loss
of you and i
of us
of what you no longer desire
no matter how far i reach to touch the most tender
parts of you, as i once did
you don't reach back.
now
you push me off
you ignore my presence in the room
acknowledge only what gratifies
your otherwise deadened ego

so much for friendship

though i've come to terms with this
being more your loss than my own
our truth hurts
i feel silly when i miss you
when i need you
when i don't wish we never met
when i cry over the growing pains
when you don't look in my eyes
when you're not here to make it betta
when i wait for your call
when i pray to understand
where the intimacy changed
and when my love became less than paramount,
when we both breathed a high off this shared affinity

when i ask God
where, how, what for
did i lose
you.

as ridiculous as i feel
i'd feel worse trying to deny my melancholy
you bring out the worst in me
but concealed wounds never heal

its come down to you or me
i need to let you go
and have yet to know how
don't even know how to end this poem

so i begin again
with oxymoronic words
only your muse inspires...

fuck you...i love you.

auset speaks: epiphany of my atmosphere

musing/meditating/magnifying

my mission to move

more than poetry in motion/I feel like peace

in a dance

in my trance

my soul's in solitude/within the crowd

a quiet space where butterfly wings

sing

in fused colors/and summer is soft

as the noon sun rests

e

a

s

y

on my mind

without beating my brow

and the breeze carries percussion tunes

in tuned to the natural, rhythmic boom bip

of my eardrums

I hear the sounds as a dancer dancing

to no music

leaps & bounds in silence

only my mind's thought-melody

to keep me company

with all this/I revel in ironic nuance

of

chaos

standing

still….

Queen Cynequa Marie Sain

April 19, 2007

Peace and blessings manifest...

Here I am. Been locked in a ’lost soul mood’. Assuming I have failed myself, my family. Losing sight of my Purpose. As if everything that has happened hasn’t happened to fulfill my Purpose. It is not a one-time, this is my calling, thing. Its a series of life events you experience in the current life you’re living.

In school. Forced to leave school, running out of viable finanicial aid...having been a co-ed off/on for the past ten years. Little sister lets fam know she’s giving birth. Soon asks me to come out and care of her daughter as she works her work for the military. Of course I go.

I am beyond blessed to be here. I am thriving, though it isn’t always clear to me. Babygirl reminds me in her laugh, hand holding my finger, her all-around preciousness. The nectar of a childs love is sweeter than any God has created for us.

..with every lesson learned. I receive more than I can ever perceive in each one.

One Love.

The Lotus Within

petals open wider
soft sweet whet with appetite
for more
for thickness
for deeper
for richer
for nicer
reaching for higher
and taking every dewdrop in
opening
for more
i hear the music wrapping new streams of sound
to my silence
She plants a new seed for every open pore
in my supple skin
Mama Earth befriends me so divinely
this love is so decadent
i cannot be selfish with Her
i share the water through the Sista Wit
i grow from rich soil and plentiful root
Sprit
Soul
Mind
Heart
Body
all in sync with God in Me
you feel her?
you see her?
she walking with you
crying with you
dancing with you
furrowing her brown too
on the same mission
from beginning
may this journey
never
ever
end.
release. ommmmmmm. release

We all vessels, reflections, representations, blessings, true gifts from the Infinite...

LISTEN, IF YOU AIN'T LEARNED BY NOW, AND YOU NEED A SUBTLE REMINDER FROM YA SISTREN.... HERE IT IS:

You have something to offer!

If you drive your seeds to school each morning. If you kiss your honey each morning you part, each evening before you sleep. If you read. If you speak. If you open your eyes. If you think. If you rise from your bed after rest. If you walk. If you have hands to touch. If you just be...

You have SOMETHING to offer!

So no more excuses for us butterflies and bravebirds...FLY. Spread your wings and soar on your own song within. Represent the God in you to the FULLEST. Be as happy as you can in this life, for it is a gift of lessons for the next and each is meant to be blessedly enjoyed.

diamond life. golden life. charmed life real life. whatever it be, let it.

rising and moving. i leave all dead weight behind. growing fresh nurturings and nourishments in my soulgarden for the next 2000 seasons.

bless.

Supple kisses to your forehead/for a morsel of your intellect...

your hands rapture my mind
as you massage my temples
slowly
softly
subtly
with peppermint and eucalyptus oils
healing my thoughts with ease
pleasure desire immeasureable fire
so true, so true
your way is
how you speak without words
and say more in your silence
how our lotus candles burn
but the flames soar higher
when eyes meet

we inspire love to make us

how delicious
how decadent
how down i am
for everything you bring

on your next quest
for enligtenment and direction

...come see me.

i want to love and be loved. thoroughly. deeply. rawly. truly. openly. widely. honestly... (from infinity to infinity)

eternally.

wholly. wholistically. mentally, emotionally, spiritually, physically. esoterically. cosmically.

i think thats all of em. allow me space to be poetic first...

this all came to me in a dream. moment between sleep and dreams. where clearly love had been made to my spirit. feeling so full.

as i sip on the moon's fine sweet warm glow, listening to Easy Conversation on repeat. may try Imagination/Crown Royal Suite. puts me in a mood a place.

where i find my heart/mind/soul/spirit/body musing myself a poem in progress. a life lived. walked. danced. sung. soared. wandered and wondered. pondered. shaped. read. written. mused. created. kept sacred. a shared poem in progress. consistenly, slowly, decadently, sensuously, deliciously growing, maturing, refining, evolving itself. this is a 360 love, i muse tonight.

along with Him. my own personal exclusive Him. i can hear him speaking to me. our heartbeat is syncopated. the melody rips through my passion. raptures tears from my temples. ....so this is making love...

i haven't met Him. He remains a sirius mystery. i wait for Him. i am patient. i am willing to only have Him, and Him alone. no one else can fit this. can move this. can hold this. can shake this ....whole lot of woman. womban. more than a King. deeper than a human god. able to nourish and nurture my roots. my flower petals open so wide for his luscious erotica. the way it intoxicates me.

here be the prose moment...

i ain't settling for shit other than everything i want. than what i've spoken. i been a sista, for the past 5 moons, whose gon from lustfully desiring soul/divine/beloved mate to not even wanting to touch commitment. and imma virgin yall. in so many ways, i cannot begin to say. i ain't dated. been kissed once. never in love, never sharing space with a man. have been touched, spiritually and physically.
ain't had no boyfriends. no man thats mine. i've wished, mused, desired of the men i've met online. a few offline. so very few.

tonight tho. in the dead of night. i have this epiphany. just dont settle for less than what you want. not only deserve. not only need. what i truly desire in love. in togetherness. in exclusive. in forever.

whoever He is, He gon be so free. so damn liberated. so open. wholistically open wide and true to self. ready. willing. able. what i'm doing and not doing won't be a matter of concern, cuz He knows me. my heart. my thinking. my Way. He digs it so. He searches to bask in its glow, and feel its divine presence. My Male Principle. Mm... i do wonder where God/dess gon take this. because He exists. He lives. He moves. He is.

we gon share Merlot as we kiss. we gon make love without touching. we gon be so open wide, the blossoming of my lotus will be so full, the bud will seem to never existed. fullness. completion that grows. because while we feel so done and ready to just be... more will come. in love. in understanding. in learning. teaching. accepting. pushing. pulling. supporting. keeping. honing. wanting. giving. receiving. knowing. without many words spoken. just 3rd eye to 3rd eye.

i know He is writing this. praying our prayer too.

and i refuse to settle. to have anything but. that makes me so selfish, and i dont give a damn.

how righteous of me (laughing from my gut, as i feel myself on this one). :)

inhale balance exhale ohm

No matter how Beautiful this Woman, you only see a Fat Girl. (circa 8/24/08)

i love Black Men. my Brothers. they are my Kindreds. my Divine Mates. i only see loving, holding, nurturing, nourishing, respecting, learning from, teaching, and everythinging else them alone.

yet, as much as i am called, referred to as, even treated as a Queen, Goddess, Empress, Divine Being, Reflection of the Sun, the Moon, the Light, poetry in motion, all kinds of beautiful goodness personified...I am not taken seriously as a Woman to be connected to that Man.

so few have appreciated me in full, and even those who have, their graces have fallen. for them though, looks weren't an issue. yet for far too many, it has been. i hear thats just the way of this world. just how it is. how real that is. its such bullshit to me though. because a real man, a good man, a God-gifted man will walk with you through any journey. be helpful, not critical. be available through all changes and wanting everything i want for me. so it breaks my heart to realize the most loving hearts, the most beautiful minds, the most righteous spirits won't see Me. they'll only see the extra weight my body has made. not everything i am, which surpasses it.

i remember praying for exactly what i wanted and needed the moment i watched 'Why Did I Get Married?' and Sheila cry tears of rememberance and joy of going from a man who didn't care about one part of her to having a man who's really got her back, as God has his, you know what i mean?

thats what i want. what i need. if i am to be One with anyone. if i am to be committed so eternally. so shall it be. so shall it be.

in the meantime, i live, learn, love and grow even more into this oh so Beautiful Woman.

ase.

I am only a Vessel. I belong to Most High & The People. I can’t/don’t seek fame...

My voice, my artistry, my creativity, my Poem, my Song, my Prose... are all gifts from the Most High. I am Her/His vessel. What I offer does not come from me; and is meant for you, you, you, you, you and you too. I know its Divine Spirit, because it comes through me like wind and leaves just as smoothly. I can only commit it to pen and paper. Its wild and beautiful and amazing and a life-altering experience. I don't fear one drop of it.

None of it is for me. Not for accolade or kudo. Not for any reward; but that of affecting lives in every way allowing growth, progress, comeuppance and so forth. So if I ever am on a worldwide, global, international stage. If any mass of people are ever that interested in anything I'm bringing ... I don't care for that Grammy, or any award thereof. Not my focus or direction...what is my sound, word, being doing for YOU?

Besides this, so many other Sisters in my cypher and world are doing their thang as Artists, and inspire my full support and advocacy for all their bringing. I see my sis, Adaora Bandele and Legacy Leonard and Chante and too many others crossing my path becoming household names. They make moves, they seek being out there and sharing as much of Self as Creatress as possible.

Me? Its just not about me. Has nothing to with me whatsoever. I just pray to inspire others to bring themselves out. I pray the Youth are inspired to not only reach for stars, but command those stars to fall to them. I pray pray pray to inspire and influence Love of all kinds. To bring folk together.

As an Artist, as an Activist... I seek to be the change I want to see in the world. To be of service to the People, is my truest calling.

bless.