Seas of sanction
Guilt reins
Mirrored pains
Washing my face
From societies
Beliefs
State of minds
Seas of sanction
Realms of compassion
Have no say
In a world of decay
Left after dis-ease
State of minds
Seas of sanction
Can anyone win
Temptations and urges of discipline?
Morals of precaution
In a day of racism and age-ism and mother-ism
Not to whom
Respect is deserved
State of minds
In realms of deceptions
Distinctive essays
Professor’s red
Blood of lonely
Heart of blue
Ocean waves of prosperity
Enhance society
With morals of simplicity
*Her
Mindless chatter
From a self-proclaimed
Palladian singer
Capturing undivided
Attention of those around
With no realness in her narcissist being
The tornado continues
As all’s fair in love
Is destroyed
Trust and reality
for a dream that doesn’t exist.
*Interpretations
Convoluted situations
across the nations
another risk
in reasons
drastic revelations
in dreams
Reasons
Energetic prophecy
Hypothetical evaluations
onto cross contamination’s
Makes sense to me
To rain on litigation’s
Mild interpretations of this place,
time
And space we occupy
*Time solutions
Evil ution
Time consumptions
Simple notions
Easy medication
Rippling education
Mixed notions
False presumption
Mal adjustments
In capital gain
Bring pain
Criteria leaves average
Folk on their on their knees
Paperwork that kills trees
Brings forest disperse
In shuffling, processing
And time telling
Positions that have no aim
Bring the power
Back to the hands
That serves and not destroys.
Women’s studies, Amherst 2010
*Feed my soul.
Nourish my mind
Touch myself
To make love grow
Being kind to yourself
To find your life’s mission
Inside outside buzzing time
Feed my soul
*Inspired by songs of
myself
For one brief moment
In my timeless existence
I breathe/I feel
so alive
My senses alert to
Each and every cell
A synergy of all my parts makes me
Unique/ whole
Dividing and multiplying
I am the mother of creation
Alive/and breathing
Forever in nature
I assume this position
The one control I maintain in this world
I breathe/
I dance
Feeling my interconnectedness with all living things
I watch the plants and the tree’s responding
To my energy
Thoughts/songs
Dancing in unison the sound of the leaves
Clapping/
Falling
Make me come undone
Feeling free
From the mundane
Cooking and cleaning
I can be one with the divine
Source of my inspiration
I am free of this
Reality/technology
The ocean waves in anticipation
Surrendering to the rise and fall of the moon
I feel the earth breathe in each and every
Cell saturated in her womb
How can we grow together,
If we dance outside of each other’s comfort?
Lying about who we are and what we do?
In order to know the source of my words
Exist with me.
How can we unite if we don’t nurture
The peace within our hearts 2009
Without trust there is no future with us
I have evolved from my past
Songs of the Gypsy
Guitar
Songs of the Gypsy earth Magik dancing through the air
I can only imagine the knowing hands that dance on the rifts
baile, baile, Baile
The strings played created memories
in the moments that make you feel
ageless, in a timeless existence.
mystical lyrics
fill the night air.
capturing the stories in the tune
like Ocean waves carried by the moon
clipper ships mark the territory in the ripples they leave behind
gathering momentum in the turn of the tide
finger tips tapping on the strings echoing
in the chaos of the mind.
clicking of the heals
echoing like drums ’round a fire
like the heartbeat of the divine
a momentary lapse of reasoning
creating
an illusionary bonding
customary apocalyptic revaluations
crossing dimensions through time
escaping justice through the lyrical rhyme
Feeling the vibration
in every cell of my body
creating change
past,
present and future
memories
with each passing measure of the hand
notes echoing in my ear
all the words I need to hear
whispering wishes
The Gypsy earth magik
The crying of the guitar
melodies carrying the rhythm
through the air
vibrations
through the moments
breaking through memories
like images to film
crisp and clean
basking in the sun
sweet saturated minuets
blazing through the horizons of my mind
capable of turning moods like the tide
each note makes the nerves and muscles move
through
balie, balie, balie
with each breath
my ears are filled with sound
each string makes
fingers dancing on rifts
Dancing through the air
making it all possible
to be here
Immaculate revelations
Bout’ situations
That seems so natural
Boundaries that shouldn’t
Be crossed
Reasons that don’t exist
Doesn’t take away
This heaviness in my chest
When polished notions
Crossed sacred vows
In search of confluence
Of reasons
Wishes
*seasonal economics
The sound of night
echoes beyond stillness
I haphazardly fill out applications
in the recession
my economic depression
seizing up on me again
Sounds of the tomatoes
saucing their juices
making meals for months to come
Vibrating sounds of the crickets legs
gives me solace that
summer has not been
forgotten, yet
As the first days of
fall blow the
Hurricane in
The nights crisp air
is a reminder
Change is in the air
Winters approach
lies between the months
Like a blanket of
ice hides under the snow
the search for
something substantial continues
inside my house is warm and the winter
ravishes the world outside
storm after storm
Spring comes to slowly
the awakening of the earth
The sound of the birds perched
careless to the instability of
our lives
mud rivers flow courageously
Raging civilizations
as the coldness of our endurance
is warmed by the sun once more
The summer brings an abundance
Once again the earths vitality is
alive. We are awake with energy
moving forward through this recession
forgetting the economy
*Touching the sky
My momma said
these roots that I grow will stabilize me
yet they have held me down
and strangled my wings
feather by feather
like the leaves that fall
on the wind
they drift back and forth
on unforeseen currents
I hold out my hand tryin to catch the last of the warmth
the feathers provide as they leave
my roots in the paper work
each time I sign my name
I do it all for my children
every promise sends
more of myself in search of nutrients
so to stabilize me
us
yet I grow
my spirituality not yet
touching the sky
My spirituality rooted out
out of chaos
shared as my hair dreads
as I dread repetition
My mind wanders as I soar,
tell death I do my part
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