Undelivered Love Poem #2

Undelivered Poems Volume 1. Poem 1.

I ran my fingers on the shiny metal
you soldiered
in my hidden ritual
I shake my moonray heart spell with
invisible cinnamon
dirtying my fingertips
each time I pass
I lightly caress the gates you curl into shape with your fire.
I ask the Gods of Love for a lightening bolt to spark your heart vein…
for you to wake up in an epiphany
inside your dark sad eyes
and feel my touch in your memory
of my lips against your neck
of your head on my lap
safe and relieved.
you were cool there
and at peace.
In prayer I see
you craft the key
you open the gate
and welcome my heart in yours.

Quickie

I am not a simple song

I dance till I drop

don’t string me along

need you more when I rest less

you blank stare I undress

 

 

 

#F**k Cupid #BetheArrow

                Fuck Cupid,  Be the Arrow
You may be
All that I want at night
But you are still just flesh.
Get your bow. Pierce my blossom
Nectar all over your hands
You can’t aim
I am the arrow
Smoking

Diving into the natural stream of abundance…

No turning back
There is no lack
No need to push it
Got it all right here
Giving in to the force field
Always more to share

Don’t get locked up.

Don’t get locked up.

I am no longer willing to accept the fact that my brothers in this country are in jail. They are in jail at a outrageously high number that is statistically off balance. Another whole set are being killed off in the ranks of military. But this is the story of men of color, being locked up in jail.

There is a trap set for their destruction and it has everything to do with poverty and an obvious intention to use and destroy men and now even women of color. The coffers of this system are lined with the paychecks of minimum wage earning women who are their mothers, sisters and partners. This is the system of archaic design. At an upclose level it is painful and maddening to watch and even more heartbreaking to experience. It feels hopeless and powerless when the small savings of a family can get wiped out, by simply exercising the right to see or speak to a person incarcerated. I’m talking about before the person is even charged with a crime! To simply be arrested begins a process of a financial trap for the family.  Like a set of sharp teeth, a series of never ending, ever increasing fees, fines and costs upon the loved ones begins. One of the most ridiculous costs; a 10 minute phone call at $15.00 and the complete theivary and storing of personal information due to the fact you must set up an account with a credit card. The main nationwide company who has a hold in this industry is Securis. ( Above is a photo of the “oh so happy” woman and child with phone in their ear). Securis has neatly filled their own bank accounts with this nifty plan to profit, while partnering with jails, detention centers and prisons nationwide so that there is no longer a human element in the middle of the transaction. There is no way around it; it is corruption at its finest. It is capitalizing off of another’s misfortune.

So I -as the minimum wage earner mother, wife,sister, lover, friend-will be over here mopping floors for two hours to pay for one 10 minute phone call where I will be required to listen and comprehend (in English only btw)… to 5 minutes of a computerized plastic whore warn me and  outline the bullshit scheme I must now be a part of in order for my brother, my son, my husband, my friend, my lover…. to simply be able to exercise his right to contact, even before he is ever charged! It is unnecessary and useless…it is the ugly, dirty downfall of a country supposedly founded on the principals of freedom…but remember that was the first lie.

Keep the light around you my brothers. Ashe

Shrine maker

Shrine maker                                                                                                                                                     11/12

(For Lillian Blades the Artist)

By  Zarah I. Rose

She: Surrounded by virtue

Bejeweled in ancestor spirit.

Protected by Uma Shrines, Iya visitation

You, my sweet friend, are always free.

Free to simply be

Yourself and anyone else you wish to be.

Your hands a comforting sage of color

A gratitude of visions

Your mind full of generous devotions

Sweet dancing soul of innocent wonder, nurturer of womban wit

Celebrate your shiny crown

Pose on your golden throne

See you are free, to be anyone

You wish to be …

And free to simply be.

Free to channel your Most High visions

Into masterpieces of reverence

Quilting a city in layers of rainbows

Telling the shaman tale

Speaking the good Goddess into

Color and textures

You are free my dear, free to be into whatever you want to be

Or simply be

And this is what the world needs

Dr. Omi Osun Joni L. Jones: “6 Rules for Allies.” We are all Allies to Someone…ARE U Your Sister’s/Brother’s Keeper???

http://blip.tv/sharon-bridgforth/6-rules-for-allies-3271535
Actively Support Something you LOVE
Stand Up for the People you SEE Need Standing Up For (WITH PERMISSION!)
Dream UP the World WE ALL WANT TO LIVE IN.

6 Allie Rules..
Education Equals FREEDOM.
When Black Women are FREE.. Everyone Becomes FREE!

Dr. Omi Osun Joni L. Jones gives 6 rules for allies (cross race/gender/sexuality/nationality/religion etc) in her keynote speech given 2/19/10 at a luncheon sponsored by Abriendo Brecha Vll Conference and The Seventeenth Annual Emerging Scholarship In Women’s and Gender Studies Conference UT Austin.
Feb 22, 2010 13:57

Embracing Freedom

Embracing Freedom

Been under the cool blue moon of stars ancient and before

 I sat by ocean tide, it’s ripples in my shore

Been here on the concrete, the uniform done donned

Stepping to this other drummer to keep d electric on

Though deeper in my eyes I know a different tune

One of many visions and one of many moons

Instead of constant service and work for very little

I rhyme and dance and love with joy into the middle

Ground is where I start, though height is where I fly

Give myself the longest run, I release and start to glide

“Whooooooshhhhh”

Sun on my back, wind on my face…my eyes stretch far ahead

To meet the newest grace, my is heart open, willing to be fed

Break good bread and rest my weary head

“Seeeelahhhh“