Motion, Artistic Nuances, Tantric Realities, and Anthology

The Fisherman

He ripped them off. Plucked each turned feather..and ripped them off. Naked, and no longer able to fly..it sits (she sits). No longer beautiful, or priceless. Broken, shameful, and unwanted. Continue reading

CONSISTENCY

One of my life lessons (out of many) is Consistency.

I dabble in consistency. I wrestle with my goals and entangle myself in project after project. My great ideas, my great inventions (and believe me, I have some wonders); I start but never complete. Unpublished books, unfinished artwork, stale left-over assignments needing only to be re-heated.

Unfortunately, my inconsistency doesn’t just stop with work. All over my life, and in my life are trails of potential. Cluttered closets and crowded drawers, flabby belly, and un-carved wood.

“I’ll get to it” … Continue reading

Black Beauty’s Song

I sing on top of mountaintops

I sing at births and weddings

I sing at jazz clubs

in Hip-hop clubs

Reggae fests and

Auditoriums

plays and musicals

parks and supermarkets

bathrooms and bedrooms

I sing of into the night talks and 5 a.m. runs and walks,

Of holding hands while walking through the mall

Of tender back of the neck kisses and gentle ear caresses that mimic it all

I sing of black on black love that stood through thrashes and rapes

A love that stood through hound chases and over the broom disappointments

A love that floated to the … Continue reading

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Put Ya Feet In It

Whatever you do, Put ya feet in it.

Your job, relationship, break-up, children, and life. If you’re in the process your already in action. Keep moving. Get going..and jump in it.

“How you gon’ complete anything from the outside looking in?”

I’m getting FILTHY today.

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Just wait

Lately, I’ve felt a bit discouraged.  Seems like nothing is going the way that I think it should. It feels like progress isn’t happening fast enough. I’ve even felt that maybe my efforts were hopeless and a waste of time.

Then…I remembered. Flowers don’t grow just because I tell them too.  It takes time and cultivation. The soil needs to be amended, seeds need to be planted, the weather and conditions should be assessed, and then time.

Soon buds will appear.  (Just wait)

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These Fingers

I’ve noticed that I haven’t been wearing any rings lately; on my fingers.

No polish, or color; except for my own brown glossy shade.

I’m attracted to the plainness, the shortness of fingernail, the roundness of knuckle, and the delicate bends.

The softness of palm with blushing lines throughout

The thin of finger and tiny mimic of bone (so enticing)

Stretching my hands in front of me, and spreading them wide, I quiver..a subtle quake

I’ve seen these hands do so much….
They bake superior pies
They raise high fists in crowds
They have kept safe, the … Continue reading

PFC LaVena Lynn Speaks

On April 28, 2012, I attended the NWVAA (National Women’s Veterans Association of America) 1st Annual “Break the Silence” Military Sexual Assault & Suicide Advocates in San Diego, California. The Conference featured Veteran Women bravely telling their stories of sexual assault and abuse suffered by fellow soldiers, superior officers, and other officials of the military.  These Women stood strong and sometimes through tears yet steadfast and convicted they “SPOKE”.  They told “Their Stories”; “Her-Stories” in their own way. One of those voices that spoke, was that of PFC LaVena Lynn Johnson. I was there to accompany her and to make … Continue reading

He does

He does..

 

I screamed from the kitchen in my loudest, sweetest voice…”I love you as long as the Sun SHINES…and the Water FLOWS!” with a smile so bright and an inside giggle.

(Footsteps)

Behind me appears…and whispers in my ear “I love you even if the Sun never shined and all I could do was feel you” (while gripping my waist and tugging me close)   “I love you even if there was no water. Your wet kisses are more than enough to keep me hydrated”..

“Funny” I smirk and turn to face him..”Let’s see just how wet my kisses … Continue reading

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Write to Live, Live to Write
Writing..and Creating are my LIFE..but there's always more to do..and unfortunately lines haven't figured out how to write themselves, yet. So, many projects are left unfinished and stories untold...Here's some scribble:
Poker face..getting ready for a party.
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