The most sacred spot
On a woman
The rebellious side of her nature
Begins here.
The root cause of her family,
Self love and destruction.
One spot able to rock the world
And spin a culture into motion. A soul attachment point to her connection to dreams and fantasies.
Unforgiving and fragile convictions
Loved and callous
Rhythmic and pulsing
Piece by piece
Against the grains of society
Hidden from those notions of spring coming against all odds of a lazy winter
My Quantum poetry is like
that moment you get to a lake
after a hot day.
The traffic was rediculous,
You worked outside all day
You really wanted a drink,
to kick your shoes off and do nothing all night.
Except listen to your waterfalls and crickets around a fire.
Here at the lake…
Water sparkles beckoning me to the center.
My quantum poetry is like
a million thoughts in that one moment
summing up the completion of a lifetime
this and last; good and bad energy and raising vibes.
My quantum poetry is like that water
still and cool to the touch as I paddle to the center.
Tree’s and mountains completely surrounding me
as I balance and do yoga totally present in the moment.
focused on everything to balance
as the sun penetrates my skin.
My Quantum poetry is like the breath.
As I slowly move through all the poses
in my practice.
I am keenly aware
of my inhalation keeping my center.
Gravity is the matrix
of energy I regulate
knowing eventually
one pose is going to send me over the edge.
Totally saturated in the middle of the lake,
in the middle of Giai’s womb.
My quantum poetry is like my quantum spirituality
educated and ravious in finding balance.
Illuminating the darkness
covering my soul like a patchwork quilt
picking patches of what feels good
to keep my warm
at night
giving me something I can feel.
Meditating as I sew it all together
knotting each wish as
we are stardust.
we are our own shooting stars
as our conciousness is fleeting
Lacing my thigh high boots
Protecting me from the storm
Keeping me sexy and warm
I walk long in stride
Hips moving gracefully from side to side
Progressing me in life
Momentum in motion
My primal instincts can’t hide the wild woman in me
I’m a bone collector
I ravish lovers
And set souls free
Loving unconditionally my children
Living in the context of this drug culture teaching right
From wrong
Not from a hypocritical song
Just a pathway from rugged neurons
Over sexualized society scarcely
Blessed I in this babylon where
Community organizes clash with my rave-nous assumptions
Play on my ethics between right And wrong
Ocean
The sound of the ocean waves
Is nature’s purest voice
Speaking
If I could never walk by the oceans side
My last breath
Has already been taken me away
When the sand filters between your toes
And the sea crashes against your legs
You become one
Part of its being
With the rest of the world
As you immerse your self
The sun on a hot summer day
when you can play
Swimming with the animals that live in the sea
Teach yourself to be free
Take your land to play
Run away
I sat by the sea
And listened for my heart to beat
The ocean roaring, waiting to take me
I look to the sky and a light shone on my face
Nourish in the divine….United again
The world turning below my feet
A power greater than the difference
Between you and I
The moon in the midnight sky
Moves the ocean waves
Quiet desperation
Laced with inspiration
A time of introspection
In a time of monetary deception
I revel in
Anticipation at the known
Existence of angels
Saving my soul
From the depths of all my obstacles
As with all my poetry, this flowed from the deep recesses of my being. This trip to Hawaii had a profound effect on me. This was the first time I felt the power of the Goddess. This is first time that I really enjoyed the feeling of being connected to the earth. I discovered a sobriety from the life that I was living and learned about my connection with all living beings.
Enhance me
My dreams are slowly changing
My life holds no laws
No real love affair
I need diversity to set me free
open minded compassion
in a sea of distrust
I need someone who understands
the ways of life
in this shallow jungle
hunted by wild animals
though they prey, I hunt
circles never ending
triangles are confusing
enhance me
let the knowledge
be born
unto my mentality
seduce me with your eyes
letting me hear
silent whispers of your soul
Intrigue me by motion
Let your body flow emotion
continue to grow
show me love of life
teach me to laugh
I promise I won’t cry
again
no, no , songs of sorrow
Hold me complete
October 16, 1995
NYC Harlem
