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?...