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"Who could be so lucky? Who comes to a lake for water and sees the reflection of the moon." Rumi


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Anticipation

He caressed my mind
Just as my heart began to open.
Like a thief jn the night
He cleverly awoke me with his declarations,
Snuck deep into dark wounds
Despite his limitations –
These lesions slowly dissipate into haze.
But with not a single gaze,
How’d he know to get in?

Penetrating my thoughts,
He’s become a pro at deciphering
The moods my soul swings to;
And as my heart he pursues,
He causes a fluttering that knows no harm.
Unarmed, I give in gradually
But hesitantly.
Should I? Should I not?
Why not?

Reasoning with a lack of reasons,
A case I’m unable to state
For the places I’ve been
Compare not to the places he’s seen
Through dreams which enchant a morrow
He knows will ensue pleasure and ease.
His love has instantly become immeasurable
As he unravels a knot that choked
Me for far too long with a memoir
That would otherwise have no end.

There’s a sunrise in his lingo
And a misty coolness that oozes
Its way into my core –
I wonder if this sensation
Will whistle past the graveyard.
Mmm, raindrops taste like sweet persimmons
Every time the thought of him lingers in my senses-
Delicate and subtle;
But I anticipate encountering in the physical
For it shall confirm what my visions
Have alluded to as I patiently wait.
Ah, to anticipate forever through a single soul.

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Let’s Be Fit (Pt.1)

This is the first half of one of my signature spoken word pieces.
I will post a video of me performing this in Jamaica when I finally access it.
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Diluting the way we live life,
Technology over powers our substantial beliefs:
Social feeds have transformed our egos;
Social needs are being ignored;
Self-absorbed; we care only for our selves.
Are we not our brother’s keeper?
Information flows through the internet
As situations take place,
And as we enter it, we watch in amazement.
And with a click of a button we go back to our lives,
Oblivious of what we witness,
Ignorant of why we should care,
With the audacity to say, “f*ck my life”,
We watch others in despair.
The East is raging in war.
The West is overflowing.
Our countries are slowly dying
While our leaders are ever growing.
And its mind blowing
How we live in these bubbles,
Pretending to know what we don’t-
To care for what we could care less for.
This ain’t no utopian world.
There’s no perfection in our social-political system.
NEWSFLASH:
There is no world peace.
We don’t live in “ideal socialism”.
There’s no such thing as inter-religious relationships.
Death and suffering is part of our existence.
 
But even though this is true,
Still I ask…
Why must we look the other way?
Why must we disregard the pain of others,
The struggle of many,
And the attempt at survival for some?
Let’s not get reeled into selfishness.
Bring back that substance that once existed in our hearts –
That truth we longed for.
Let our prayers be not of our wants and needs
But for our neighbors.
Let’s pray for that world peace.
We need to open our eyes,
Engage in society,
Protect our environment,
Live with integrity.
Physically, mentally, spiritually
Let’s Be Fit


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Stepping Back

And I saw her –

Dancing in the silhouette of the music,

Pleasantly smiling

At what’s become her new territory.

She reminded me of me.

I took note:

She was solid.

Firm in solidarity.

Her familiarity with

The atmosphere

Was an indication of my demise;

I know how to lose.

In the wilderness I retrace my tracks,

Rocking side to side

On a hammock that soothes

An aching heart.

Mornings of mist

Are now my comfort.

The honey dew of midnight

Accompany my spirit

Like a lovebird at dawn.

I’ve withdrawn,

Accepting of being overcome

But not succumbed.

I rise in a fog storm

As it transforms pain into

Nostalgia of what once was;

I smile again.

And in remembrance of my own silhouette

I press reset with a genuine touch.

It isn’t my time.


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YET

I see an ocean of bloodshed-

of souls who are no more

because they felt that wearing camouflage

and dying for a cause

was the only solution-

of souls who had no choice in choosing

to put their faith in something meaningful

because militant bullies already decided their fate.

tribal, civil and world wars;

it is inconceivable how we take every opportunity

to destroy the shores that welcome every culture.

we see nothing but the worse in each other,

yet we spend millions in an attempt to witness beauty

in all that lies outside, out there in space.

when the beauty we’ve been overlooking

resides inside each one of us;

and if we took the time to gently whisper

words of empowerment,

then we’d be the ones floating in Heavenly bliss

because we’d know the meaning of PEACE.


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Rhythms of my heart

And at times the fragrance of your soul

Lingers around my skin.

Sinful for two connected spirits to divide;

But the shade of the night fingers the thought

Of galactic encounters in the violet hour.

 

As the universe becomes our playground,

Verses I once recited to you drown under heavenly skies.

My eyes cannot help but taste what my lips once felt.

 

Your memory resonates with the deepest

Desires of my heart.

And above the superficiality of society,

I will love you with flowing energy

Like the rivers that once bathed Christ.

 

I shiver your name in sweat

Through dreams that echo your essence –

Your presence lives in my womb

For you are the one I envisioned since birth.

A love for you that isn’t seen in the physical

Caresses your whole with spiritual longing.

 

Never forget me.


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Deeply Rooted

A Woman of the Earth

The doors are opened for me. A universe of opportunities is mine for the taking. I embrace every emotion in my solar plexus and desire in my heart – all those things that honor my divinity.

It is a precious thing to be a woman – a gift to life overall. I value my existence and hold sacred my attributes, including my temple and what I choose to allow in and out of it. I am not what others want me to be but what I choose to be.

I stand firm in knowing the value of all I have to offer, that which is birthed from the most sacred part of mySelf. I will receive no less. The beauty of my being shall not be diluted. I am in love with mySelf as I am in love with all. For that reason, I will allow me only the best that my heart and soul will accept and recognize that is in congruence to my desires and offerings.

Om Namah Shivaya