Friday, December 4, 2009
But no weeds
Of illegal kind
Crowding my face
No inhaler of space
My personal being
On this earthly couch
Remote in hand
Ideas travelling around My imaginary lightbulb -
Only seen a few feet
Distance reached with imaginary hands
As if I was the lighthouse
To guide them their...
Floating above sea
Competing with fish
On how many circles
Upstreams we go in
Until we reach a place
Of whether it makes sense
Like this poem
I wrote on the iPhone
Sitting @ home
Waiting .... For a job
Waiting for patience..
Waiting for it all to make sense..
Monday, November 23, 2009
I once captured smoke and grabbed it with my bare hands....
I once imagine i was Jesus
I imagine i could heal-I saw my life wrote in a book
And my death celebrated for years...
I once told myself I was an astronaunt, an astrologer, a magi...
I found stars, wrote poems, and created galaxies of notebooks in the sky...
And then I woke up
and realized it was all boredom of my imagination
Things that are thought up
When the poem takes it's time 2 come to you....
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Left their emotions misunderstood
Man and woman
spoken too softly
Spoken with anger
Emotions closed doors
Fist broke hearts endangered
Damped up confusion
Wetten her blacken eyes
Now thoughts are vividly clearer now
Picture's bloody perfect
Now that... love has been defeated
But Equated too...
Convincing Her mental
was the purpose of love...
If only stars could talk
And I could rule the galaxy
I would Elimiate
And...Max out oxymorons
Sore losers would be station on Earth....while
Winners are station on the moon
If only metaphors didn't exist
i could give u the milky ways
Show u how to love in our horoscopes
And persuade u with the love in our synastry
But if only
My zodiac wasn't so true
A cancer shell....So protective of me
That I can't get next too you
I prolly could tell u how I felt
I prolly would ask u to ride in
My space ship.....
Open my mind
Close my eyes
Sprout beautiful Intellect
Sun moon & stars
I make love to
Galaxies seas and moons
I drown my ignorance in
I come up baptized in happiness
joy peace and Love...
I let go again
Zodiacs tell my dreams
Stars mimic them in a play
And Moody Mars
Gr8 characteristics they portray... This lovely life of mine
Friday, November 20, 2009
Flys CANT live in space
Shit doesn't exist here
No manure or maneuvers
Just movement of movements
Stars hold wishes
God's hand pick planets
Hold angel meetings and miracles
No 34th streets
Just comets @ Godspeed
No time for lies or metaphors
No doors to throw them out of
No waste to take up space
No time goes unconsumed
...just bright lights
And answered wishes
Dreams come true
And fall with stars
Angels dance with moons
Energy goes towards the SUN
Positivity is created here
Love was invented there
If Flys lived in Space....Shit would exist
And the Abyss would rule the galaxies...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
humans don't acknowledge wisdom
and Albert Einstein wasn't a genius
just a brilliant man who ignored his life
to figure out ours...
And metaphysical beings...E=Mc square
A poet isn't a writer
and a story isn't a poem
Maya Angelou isn't a genius
just a brilliant woman who spiritually
captured the world's essence in between the margins of her heart
LOVE LIFE PEACE
A tree isn't grass
and grass isn't the roots of the trees
a landscaper isn't a gardener
just a brilliant plant lover who dedicated his life
to removing the weeds from our lawns
FLOWERS SHRUBS AND BUSHES
and HEALTHY FRUITS...
STARS don't hold wishes
and they don't fall from the sky
God isn't the creator
just a brilliant being who's spiritually
created by mystery
gave his only son
so that I can write you this poem
SUN MOON July 19 the day I was born
A GENIUS...A POET...A LANDSCAPER
who used her faith to write wishes upon STARS...
Monday, November 16, 2009
take away my freedom
add chains to my brain
hate my black skin
Remove woman from title
call me bitch
put me out in a field
decorate my body with whips
take away his penis
give him a vagina
with broken womb
a dysfunctional Fallopian tube
watch his seeds conceived brainless
kill our spirit
call us nigger
trap smoke with your bare hands
steal our land... Abolish our pride
rape our concious
be-head our God
this is the story of my ancestors
this is the story of Africa....
space travelers and light years
God speed thru galaxies
spiritual entity's are aliens
Alienated from Earth
appreciated by time
Satellites and bright stars
Stadiums and superstars
Supernovas are competitive
comets are indestructible
Mercury rotates around Mars
Pluto fights 8 planets in court
shooting stars rival
Gang planets combust and combine
Sun and Moon make luv
Sun and Moon create Cancer
Constellations gossip thru space
Milky ways are created...
These are the tales of an astronaut***
on being rejected from life
I actually bet and won
Transcendentalist I say
A Transcendentalist I become...
I never stood up without a fight
I found the element of my freedom
I found my ticket to heaven
No spaceships no astronauts
just astral projection
I write my constellation on God's galaxy
I took God's hand
and wrote my Pslams
I took God's writings
And lived my horoscope
A Cancerian Poet
Born to Earth
conceived by the Moon
Father by a Gemini Sun
A spirit of God's image
I shine thru hemispheres
Supernova my history
I Define gravity..
I write my commandments in stone
I found my Element of Freedom..
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
A combination of love
stars bright and comet skys
where our astro signs love and hide
ooh wee i love the galaxy rise
galaxy ride, galaxy ride
over the moon spirits dream
earth captures water and creates seas
I love the galaxy rise
the universe becomes our playground
off the rings of Jupiter when we rise
i love the constellation reflection in
your eyes, galaxy ride, galaxy ride
no planes or jets
no astrological suits or sweats
just astrological signs and myths
as i take your hips and fly
between the milky way will go
write our names among the constellations
lets ride, this ride
galaxy ride, galaxy rise
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Space cowboy I'm finding
Steals my time....time in Stillness
Too fast light travels
I can't grab my heart and travel
I escaped Earth barely with a spirit
My breath in her womb was very limited......Asthmatic
Inhaled smoke transmitted
Fleshy diseases to my spirit
In a warp mind-framed
My human spirit can't fit in it
....In this space ship I must travel
To GOD knows where...to a place called there...Jamiroquai rising
....planet Ingridents....Canned Heat is Supersonic
Butterfly's all around Talullah tonic
Club Planet Home I wanna go
Escorted by Mr. Moon...court dated many galaxies
Orchestrated symphony bands
Cloud drummers.....jazz comets
Piano star Supernovas
Constellation crowd....Jamiroquai rising
So sadly....But consciously awaken
By an Emergency on Planet Earth
To realize..my dream is...a mind "travelling without moving"
my highness doesn't consist of me putting trees to my lips
but instead I close my eyes and astro plane on my space ship...
create constellations with my space travels...
Supernova I become...
Sailor Moon I have one..
dizzy from warp speed
alcohol I don't need,
I'm the Roots -I'll shall proceed,
to meditate my sub-concious youth...
meditate Earth's sins make me nauseas, not perfect but im flawless...
Jesus walked on seas, Essie walks on clouds...
I don't need ur trees to get me high...
I'm Lupe Fiasco...
watch me touch the sky!
I refuse the highness of the Earth Trees
No grass no green no marijuana
Astral plane I meditate to
My unconcious brain thru....
No weed can see my stars
My galaxy is that of actuality
No cocaine or beer
Can steer my Spaceships
Your truck hit deers
My ships travels cosmic
Dodge comets I...
Galaxies not with holding me
Light years of God-speed I am...
God-speed, God be with me
Thru milky ways and horoscopes
Zodiacs Ima star wanderer
Moon dancers I sex Supernovas...
No Earth carries signals to my brain
My spirit satellites to God's astral plane
Astral project myself into another dimension
This highness here cant even be six sensed
Space invader crusader
Water born Sun sign
Cancer Crab spreads Sunshine
I refuse Earth's poisonous piss
Dizzy spells and awkward stomachs
Refusal replaced by time travel
And discovery planets
Eastern star I follow
Of the one who created the moon
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Monday, July 20, 2009
July 20 2009, the day after my birthday... my birthday u ask? Well the stars align..but not in the order that i liked, usually @ night I will close my eyes and erase all thoughts of EARTH, while my subconcious mind enters and through astral projection i sit on a cloud and watch them dance. Sometimes they will even fall into my hand and allow me to touch them and align them in the sky as I like...here lately that hasn't happen....I can't move objects or people with my mind, which means I can't align them as i like...things have been so hetic...yet ironically i still managed to stay semi-sane. Please God tell me im not becoming human...the last thing i want to do is become human! to detach myself from the dreamworld of Essence Astral Plane, would be a diaster!!! I mean is this some type of punishment? All i ever wanted to do was be an Angel...
I remember being 8 years old, and writing you a letter..."God please make me an Angel"..i buried it into Earth and mysteriously when i came to look for it..it was gone..
Even as I sit here now.."blogging" as its called, i feel lost! My poetic muse is nowhere to be found..actually she's been missing for quite sometime and Nature (my husband) and I have been on the rocks these last couple of weeks. I understand him being mad, my time with him has been either limited or distracted and i didn't spend my bday with him as planned. I also planned to spend it with Harry Potter, but that didn't work out either! it sucks living in REALITY..it sucks living on land! im a water sign..why am i here again? their is nothing but dryness above the shore, and the love never last here no more than a day or two..but i guess its something that i have to do..if i expect to be an Angel of God....
the sacrafices one must take to feel one's destiny....nobody said the journey would be easy...and believe me it isn't...yet u know whats funny...i meant to tell u guys about my bday and i totally went left field..lol..well get use to it..this poet isn't a poet..this poet isn't a blogger..this poet is simply..a special entity trapped in a human body..who uses human communication to unlock her spiritual self in order to reach God...does that make sense?...