Honoring, You.

A song that’s been on repeat for me is called “Enough” by Kelela, ft. Ahya Simone. As she sings into my ears while the harp follows her melodies, I can’t do anything except feel at peace. She whispers towards the end, “Just hold on… hey” and it plays through my ears like a distant lullaby-…

777

777: The angel number 777 is a sign of fortunate circumstances occurring in your love life. The angels remind you to become open to receive love, and excellent new opportunities will appear before you. Open your heart and expect miracles to happen soon. ~ destroy hope. we sit in wake- of beautiful things & pretty thoughts. the first taste of…

Feminine Libations

“Mom, Why do you have a Tramp Stamp?” Cheap red wine, lemon-ginger tea, fine China, Mesmerized by a carousel of emotions wringing the throats of young Daughters. Painted baby-blue fingernails, tongue piercings, hip rings’ A butterfly embellished down the spine of her back– perched on her lower bones.  Escapades with esquires, replenished by a hot…

Painting Poems like Picasso

Here are some poems I’ve written recently and not so recently. They reflect my mind that often wanders in the darkest of places and the brightest, there’s never much of an in between. Enjoy. Jesus Christ The places I’ve found God are buried at the bottom of a bottle of tequila or wrapped up inside…

Unearthly Being

I swear I saw angels looking back at me from the other side of the street I swear I saw angels when I looked up or when I looked down and saw for the first time love, and care in the eyes of people like me I swear I saw angels looking back at me….

Freedom in the Hands of Love: A Series.

Agony Dressed in Black They can’t hear my cries, although my tears fill up wishing wells– tipping over and quenching the thirst of Mother Earth. My heart is aching as our tears get swallowed into currents, as they swim below me, their spirits live in the water, blessing all of the sea. Throne into agony– everything…

Songbirds & Pre-cum

I remember when days felt so blue, Like sentiments from my ancestors stopped floating across the rivers that I swam in every night And– The ravens forgot to sing to me. I remember sitting in the shadows, looking around fences, and making up imaginary friends to play in the dark with. I wish everyone could…

Thoughts in the Wood-Works

in life in love. unresolved then solved. iridescent sovereignty. recollection of memories in songs traced with red paint wrapped around a vinyl tinged with faint indents trailing around in a circle rims of gray. sunny spots on your body trips that take place in your mind– a trip to barnes n’ noble a stop at…