Petrous Hearts and The Unsung Hero

Original Instagram post as follows:

Do NOT "like" this photo, for it is not mine to like. Instead, head over to my bro's page and just like his photo. @enmanuelwrites Huge shoutout to my bro E for this photo which inspired this poem:
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Unassuming, the hero makes her mark
The unsung hero seeks not applause
Carefully considering her watch throughout the dead of night
A thankless job, that gone undone would cause the world she carries on her shoulders to crumble
But they'll never know it
It is only when the hero stumbles that people notice the hero
Unassuming, the hero watches over the night
She is a light in a dark tunnel to those who refuse to see their own
And those who are ready to make it brighter
She stands firm on fluid foundations
She remains fluid on firm foundations
Like water through stone, she painstakingly, and with such quiet patience, breaks through old traditions that set a tone of quieting their voices
And without ego, she allows the tides of change to keep her balanced
Change has always been her friend
Still, her watch is unwavering
In them she sees herself
But they have no eyes to see her
They can only be as they are not as she is
Still she stands
She waits
Watching them like a mirror on her past
If only they knew now, what she wishes she knew then
But they have no ears to hear her
She wishes she could tell them that they are heroes too
Because when she does it falls on deaf ears
But the unsung hero seeks not applause
Sometimes she must allow them to find their own way for a while
She must stand at her watch,  unmoved at her post, as she stands there moved to tears when no one is looking
But no one is ever looking or truly seeing
They have no eyes
She wishes they had ears but they have none
But there are glimmers of hope that keep her at her post
Because oh the joy she has when they do have ears to hear, eyes to see, and hearts that wish to understand
When there are some lights that wish to be taken out of the darkness
When there are some flowers that long for more sun
She watches them grow on her watch and seeks not applause
Only the satisfaction that her watch just became a bit lighter
Applause enough for the unsung hero
Unassuming, she leaves her mark and keeps watch
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September 23rd, 2013 - A Realization

There was nothing wrong with it
But suddenly I thought it was broken.
I didn't know it then but it was still spotless.
But to me it appeared shattered, dirty, and like something no one would want.
This untouchable unbreakable entity of magic is not what I saw then.
It appeared to be a garbage can for something, a place where I could house temporary joys, thrills, and delights that quickly lost their depth and luster, and became added clay to the sculpture of mess I saw before me.
I just kept piling it on, like it would make it look better to me, when instead it just made dust collect even faster - from what I could see.
The lining started to chip and crack,
And the more I thought of ways to remedy the damages, the more repair was needed.
I had no idea that what I was looking at wasn't dust, but something more like gold or precious fine fabric, elaborate marble sculptures, walls, and flooring, and not this pile of junk beneath me that I kept seeing.
I had no notion of the fact that there wasn't any fixing to be done, no disaster that could even dream of wrecking it, for it was unmovable, pristine, and even divine.
There was nothing wrong with it at all.
Even when I thought that what I had done had only made it worse, everything remained in tact.
But for some reason I still didn't see that.
Why couldn't I blink and see clearly?
Why couldn't I forgive myself for the damage that never existed in the first place?
What confounded me more, was when I started to see that there was no destruction, nothing broken, no pieces lost, and nothing sullied in the least, I also thought I was starting to move beyond my initial thoughts.
See, I thought that it was great that it wasn't broken. In fact I celebrated its normalcy. Normalcy! Ha! As if it could even be so normal.
Blindly, I was still clueless, relieved, but clueless.
Not only was it not broken, nor stained, nor soiled, but it was sacred, Holy, and regarded one of the most sought after entities of them all!
I didn't know; and I must admit, for a time I was ecstatic, and celebrated years in realization that it was never damaged or sullied.
I was so happy that despite all the things I did to it, somehow it wasn't touched.
It was incredible.
I felt as though I was at peace, finally.
I put it behind me, something I would never have to question or look at again.
I thought I had forgiven myself for trying to fix what wasn't broken, and I thought I had forgiven the action that I thought had broken it in the first place.
I was fine with this; I was fine with this for quite some time.
But then suddenly, something started to change.
I started to learn more about it, and why it was so desired, and in some places worshipped; and with my learnings arose the dust that had settled from the initial incident.
I realized, perhaps I wasn't completely over it.
That couldn't be right, I thought...
But yet here I was, discovering how pristine it is and always will be, how Holy and sacred of a place it is, how nothing could ever wash away its luster, or sully up its walls; how not a soul could enter that wasn't pure of heart; not a foot could pass that wasn't as divine as its floors; and I was sobbing all the while.
It was never dismembered, it was always adamantine; that is to say too hard to cut, break, or pierce, like a diamond in luster.
As I rediscovered its beauty, and as I realized that I am the proud owner of a sacred entity that no one can rob me of, soil, or destroy, I became inconsolable at the thought that I didn't realize it sooner.
Yet now the tears were becoming tears of pride.
And the wails
and the sobs
and the whines
and the moans
became magical enchantments
and incantations
and blessings
and praises!
They became a sacred ritual I never knew I could remember, yet always knew were within me somehow.
I heard my an-sisters calling from the other side in agreement, in response, in unison, in joy.
I relentlessly enjoyed it - in peace which surpassed understanding, to my delight.
I reveled, basked, and luxuriated in this newfound discovery, understanding that the holiness of this entity predated human comprehension.
I rejoiced in this new ancient future of my past.
I reemerged anew, understood in totality, and remembered...
oh but I remembered.
I finally remembered...

...that my Vagina, is MY Holy place, and it is completely, irrevocably, indisputably, and divinely untouchable.

Something in the way you

The way to my heart is  laughter, the way to my spirit is intuition, the way to my mind is having an elevated intellect,

intuition, perseverance, delicate words, kind gestures, thoughtful romance...

Laughter, mature intellect, intuition, perseverance, delicate words, kind gestures,  and thoughtful blissful moments of romance. Sweet glances, smiling hearts, hidden desires, starts and stops. Teach me something. Teach ME something. Teach me SOMETHING. You don't have to ask me if I'll scratch your back whilst still scratching mine, immerse yourself in the moment and your turn will come. Just look at me while I look at you... feel that? I do. Hugs, kisses, dreams, and cuddles. Here's to being spontaneous, hold the subtle.

(Written in 2011)

The Wolf and The Moon

Seven times did the Wolf howl to the moon to show it's face and it did not comply.
"Why are you shouting to the sky?" said a passerby.
The Wolf said nothing and howled again, this time for 7 minutes.
Yet the clouds did not diminish,
But the Wolf would not finish.
In a seven syllable chant did the Wolf conclude it's last attempt to see,
But the clouds would not recede.
Wolf heart increasing its beat,
For an ugly thing revealed itself in the images overhead...
The heavens revealed not peace, or joy, but something dead;
Something Wolf could not understand,
As Wolf sat there praying with clasped hands,
Scared to stand or yelp another note.
What is this message meaning which the clouds wrote?
Uglier and scarier still, grew the images in eye shot.
For clear skies full of hope and promise Wolf saw not.
Wolf saw anger, and bitterness, resentment and fear,
And Wolf realized it was beginning to tear.
Wolf did not cry because Wolf feared the sky, but Wolf realized...
Although all the joy in my heart I might have,
And my peace of mind is like numbers to math,
Some people don't have it so easy; so tears fell, slow...
To some, when peace is offered evil is shown;
Sometimes the weeds must grow
Before we can reap the love that we sow.
Sometimes we are shown evil to appreciate the good that surrounds us.
We need to be thankful, even when it's easier to make a fuss.
Wolf realized, "Now is not the time to cuss." ;)
And you know, Wolf realized something else that night...
Although it could not see Moon, it was alright...

Wolf did not need the moon to show her that all along, within her was the light.

Morning Haiku

I see your starlight
And I am drawn in by it
What is this feeling

I have no words for
This inexplicable force
Magnetic. Warming. 

Who are you my dear?
Your tender starshine wraps me
I'm enthralled by it

No word exists yet
For this new experience
Charm? Understatement.

Flitterbug to flame
I'm englufed like gale force winds
Floating up warm air

Propelled by your flames
But not burned by your bright light
Lifted up by it

It feels like dancing
Oh how you entrance me so
But do you see that?

Or, can you feel that?
I don't know what the word is
But it's like heaven

You must be from there
Your eyes tell no lies to me
In this realm, yet free

Free as the night air
Wherefore have you come here so?
Your hug a soft breeze

No, I don't know this
Can't put my finger on it
Your airy light, bright

Lifts me up at night
When uncertain future rings
And I don't answer

Enough about that
Can't control future or past
When you are present,

it's truly a gift.
Here's to the future my friend.
My spirits, you lift.

12/14/12

Because babies should never have to hold hands and scrimmage
To exit a school building while they shut their eyes from the carnage
Because I never got to meet my brother's brother, his life lost cuz of his surrounding streets
Because even that beautiful sunset sky can look grey on a day like today
Because fear in in the eyes of children should never be there in the first place
Because she shouldn't have to hide her face; so runs home like it's a race; and he still calls her a disgrace...
Because danger comes around, without warning, without sound, unannounced
I say my prayers out loud.
And I'm not a preacher
And this is not a revival
But nowadays Church is in the wild
So if you never got on your knees to pray
Or even said, Wassup God? Or, Hey!
I think a good time for that would be today
No matter where your spirituality stays
Cuz I've seen atheists meditate and Holy people eradicate entire races
So please send love and gratitude from where you stand,
Cuz you still have your arms to hug, and you still have your hands to hold hands.
Send peaceful energy too.
Especially to people with attitudes who are not in the mood
Cuz you never know of whom they may have thought to shoot
But there is nothing that can justify all the babies and parents that cried
Hiding their eyes as they walked by the carnage today
They say be kind to unkind people, for they may need it the most
And I didn't know this guy, but what possessed him to do this, was no heavenly host
It isn't fair.
It isn't right.
It should be engraved entwined in our DNA.
But because it's not for some here and there,
I implore you to speak to whatever higher being you feel like tonight.
Ladies and gentlemen... it's time to pray.

Reprobate Mind

(Written in 2005 for a performance at Purchase College)

My mind ain't here right now
As time goes by the minds of time wrestle with the sign of the times
What's on your mind?

Well, where is it?
My mind ain't here right
Can you read into my mind, have you seen it?
You don't know me!

It's a sign of the minds of time
When to learn is a struggle
Don't wanna go to class today
No I don't have three-thousand dollars for room and board
Thank you George Pataki and friends

Three-thousand dollars for room and board?!?!

My mom's fine, yeah family's good
No, but I made the waiting list!

You know education is the only thing that really keeps you from learning
Everything you need to learn in life you learned in Kindergarten
What was I gonna say?
Jesus was perfect. I'm not. Sue me!
Where's your head at?

School's fine Huh? Yeah I know, I'ma be 20 tomorrow.
They throwin' me a party lata' tonight at South.

I would like to announce that the problem with society is not my Bush
but yours?
And why do we worship youth in this country anyway?
Yes, why is it cute to have your nana look like it did when you were 6?

She's not 28, you know damn well she like 40!
I can't stand when people be frontin' yo!

This just in: Gangster rappers are a necessary evil
To deceive the minds of this time,
SssExploit women,
And live up to the stereotype of a youth misunderstood,
So, please, I urge you to get your mind right.

Elevating the minds of the times we fail to do.
Deceptions, oppressions, victims of a slave mentality,
Is this my reality?

My mind's tellin' me... (sung) My mind's tellin' me...
My mind's tellin' me... hmm what is my mind tellin' me?
Where's your head at?!

No you can't, save the world but you can, change the world one by one
Yes it starts with one
Each one teach one
Teach my mind
What have I learned?
Keep the toilet seat up, there's tissue in there and you got hands right?
Talk to strangers, why not?
That's how you meet people, it's called networking.
And sometimes please and thank you is implied by the tone of your voice.

Voice, voice, choice.
Yes you have a choice to have your voice be heard.
Life is like 4 (or 5 or 6 or 7 for some of you) years at Purchase:
It's really what you make of it.

It's a sign of the times to have a reprobate mind,
But this time I changed my mind.
No victim to society.
Climb that hierarchical chain,
Yes, I will play their game
'Cause in order to beat the system you gotta use the system.

I believe we need to step off this falsified ladder up,
And lead us not into stagnation.
A stagnant nation due to the youth of a stagnant nation;
Underdeveloped nations
One nation under God?
Leading to a life of eternal damnation. 

Aww do you need a hug? So what if you don't like hugs?
No I know they don't fix things but I like giving them!
JUST HUG ME!

What was I saying?
Yo where was my mind today?
It ain't even here right now...
Don't mind me I'm just an undergraduate.

Them Yomas be like...

I'm not dropping my panties for "yo ma"

I'm not opening my legs for "Can I talk to you for a minute"
I'm not gonna sleep with you cuz you called me beautiful.

I don't assume that's all you want, 

or that that's what you all want,

but I don't give many the benefit of the doubt, 

and that's to my benefit.
But I will say thank you, and politely decline the request.
Cuz "yo ma" is not how you get a lady's attention... attention...
I repeat yo ma is not how you my attention.

Yo ma, is not how you slow this New Yorker down on her early morning race to the train, 

or her "It's been a long day and I just want to get home without being harassed." walk after work.

What you don't know is how I'm scheming... 

You think you're scheming, but I'm the one with all the math... 

Calculating fast as I walk slow, 

trying to prolong the moment I walk passed the guys who like to harass, when I just want to go home...


"Talk to them you never know, NO! Okay just say hi and keep walking by. Say peace, smile, and walk real fast, okay Lorisse?

Don't make eye contact... Your head is too low they'll say your sad... Smile a bit, or they'll yell at you, telling you that you should smile... 

Don't smile so much, they'll think you wanna talk to them!... 

Walk faster... Cross the street... Go around the block today... 

Maybe the barber shop is closed already... Maybe it's too cold for them today... 

Thank God it's raining today, I don't have to scheme...

UGH! I hate this construction scaffold, that gives them a place to hang out in even closer proximity to me while giving them shelter from the rain...dammit!

Ok...Pretend there's something reeeeeally interesting way over there... Be very very involved in an important text... Call someone... Pretend to be on a call with someone... 

I shudda brought my headphones today... Why did I dress so nice today... 

Why don't I have a guy at my side today, like that'll stop them anyway..."

All that math gets calculated on the days I want to just unwind in the comforts of my own home hoping that the yomas would just leave me alone

Them yomas be like...Yo ma...Can I run wit'chu?...Don't ask me if you can run with me while I'm already out running, what am I gonna do, stop and wait for you to change into the running gear you clearly don't own?... By the way, I'm running for me, not to look good for you... Why is the best running gear so close to the skin?...

Yo ma... You got a man? Pick up your pants young man... And you're young enough to be my child... Or at least my little nephew or something. Why did I dress so colorful today, looking like an after school special for these kids.

Yo ma... Why you look so sad? I'm concentrating on not stepping in shit!

Olle mami, tu va casar conmigo. Ju gonna be my guife. Tu veras.
No. Negative.

Yo ma... You look tired... What kind of pick up line is that!? That's not a compliment. And I'm certainly not gonna stop and explain my face to you. I'm not tired. I'm exhausted...

With you and the the other yomas and the way you all think you should talk to me.

Yo ma... You should smile... Does that even work? That's like telling me to sneeze. It should happen naturally. Besides, you don't know me and all the math I'm calculating as I approach you, and if you did, you wouldn't be smiling either.

And you don't just go walking through the hood with a cheerful grin all day. What would I look like? My hood gait is not the same as my peace-free-loving-artsy-village-neighborhood gait. In the hood you gotta pay attention, cuz someone is always paying attention to you.

Yo ma pay attention
Attention attention
Yo ma can I talk to you
Yo ma pay attention
Can I get your attention
I really wanna talk to you
Yo ma ma yo... Do I have your attention?
I wanna put out down on you
Yo ma attention
Attention attention
Retention
Retain
Strain
Restrain
Pain
Attain
Gain
Attention
Maintain
Attention
Just to get some brain?

Attention attention... This just in... 

--Yoma, is now the preferred method of starting a conversation with women. In a recent study 9/10 women stopped for yoma to engage in conversation with a male. A whopping 98% of those led to casual sex! Half of those led to friends with benefits and the other half led to marriage!
Who needs e harmony when you have Yoma!
Call now for your compete set of Yoma. Whether it's early or late, it's a date with Yoma! But wait...
Call now and get double the yoma! That's one for you, and one for your home skillet. ;)

And for the first 50 callers, we'll throw in Yoma Tag Team Edition! She won't know what hit her. You and your buddies can do a group Yoma from every angle, and the ladies will love it, guaranteed or your money back!

(Written November 8th, 2012)

A Haiku Poem About Kissing New Friends

I want to kiss you
But not so I can fuck you
Or to be your girl

I want to kiss you
Perhaps to share energies
The reason's not clear

You make me feel good
And let me share my real self
Who knows what this means

But all I know is
I just want a kiss from you
And I'm not sure why

You're in my life now
I enjoy your company
Just don't hurt my heart

Keep your heart open
And I'll try to do the same
I love you, new friend

I want to kiss you
I never want to diss you
I hope you get me

I think I like you
I am sure that you like me
Here's to the future

(Written on June 21st, 2011)

To My Brother's Brother

When I heard that my brother lost a brother that I never got to meet...
Cuz there was angry gang violence, fightin'; guns in the street...
I nearly fell back, aghast
Wishing I could go back in the past
And make it so that breath wasn't his last...

But that moment never came
But his death won't be in vain
And we'll never forget his name
Edwin, your memory is our joy and pain
But I don't mind never getting the chance to hug you or share a dance
Cuz your legacy is spoken of amongst Kings
And that's when my soul agrees, that although we don't control these things
I know you're guiding and protecting our Kings those nights when too much pain makes it sting
When the thought of you leaves them crying.

So when just hearing them speak of you tugs at my heart strings,
I know it is then that we are safely wrapped in your angel wings.
And my heart sings.
Axé my brother.

(Written on November 12, 2012)

Touching hands with strangers (first edition)

I never liked touching hands with strangers
Since being an adult I have felt more freedom about being vocal about it without seeming disrespectful
It is an invasion of space similar to touching my hair
Especially if you do it without my permission
But by shaking your hand I have given you permission to transfer your energy to me, and if I do not know you I'm not sure I'll be comfortable with that
Think about it, when we love, we hold hands with the person we love
You are on the same wavelength and don't mind transferring energies between each other
As a relationship shifts, perhaps hands are held less, perhaps there is less of an inclination to hold hands, and rather claim your own space
It is nice to meet you perhaps, but for some reason I prefer a pound out even a hug and kiss on the cheek depending on the vibe I get from a new person
I'd rather acknowledge the Light or God-being in you and bow than touch your hand with mine
Perhaps as a sentient being I wish to patrol the waters of approaching energies, scanning them and questioning them before allowing them to pass through me.
It is a sign of good faith to allow willingly your hand to touch mine
And my faith lies less in a stranger's hand and more in the stranger's heart.
I believe you are a good person, a being of light, clean, and kind in nature, but it us hard for me to trust all the energies your hands have touched, and if I sense them before touching you it can be overwhelming, and I won't touch you...your hands.
Hands are powerful. Hands store mass amounts of energy. Hands can heal. Hands can create. Hands...
Your hands
Will not touch mine
Until
I
Feel
Your
Soul

Secluded From My Neighborhood

Secluded from my neighborhood
I never learned to play double-dutch
Sheltered in my home, it was my boyfriend at 17 who taught me how to ride a bike
Parents who wouldn't respond to slang or street talk cuz I went to Catholic school...
Which they paid for & never let me forget it
Living in front of the precinct my whole life, I've actually befriended some
So the words Fuck and The and Po-Po have never been able to be uttered from my mouth in sequence
And actually the sound of a loud police car is rather comforting
Not because I feel more safe and protected persay, just more at home
In fact, one blip of an approaching police car on a summer day is just as nostalgic as the song Summertime in the summer
I never made any friends on the block, much less date any of the guys with their pants down low, and weed hidden in their shoe toe
I didn't know them, and they didn't know me, but to this very day they feel they have some type of right to a free smile at the butt crack of dawn on my early morning commute
No mutha fukka, I don't owe you shit! And no mutha fukka, I don't think I'm better than you!
And sorry mom, I know you paid for my education so that I can use other words in my vernacular to describe my sentiments towards this fellow
But sometimes I just feel like I have to level with them just to get them to understand that no one is "better than" another being
But the fact that they believe this, that they believe themselves inferior, is the sad part
You are beautiful, boy with your pants low and weed hidden in your shoe toe
Yes I think so, but I still don't wanna stop on my a.m.commute to chat it up about how good you think I look, or where I'm from, or why I'm always looking down sad
They don't realize that I'm not walking down Ryer Avenue with my head down because I'm sad, I'm walking down Ryer Avenue with my head down because it's shit-city and I don't wanna step in it
So you wanna talk about my looks, and where I'm from, and why my upbringing has made me appear bourgy
Fine
I have this complexion because of my Chippewa Great Grandparents & mother
The darkest of the indigenous Americans
But also because of her dark skinned Puerto Rican father, and she has straight hair so...
I have this afro because of my Puerto Rican dad...
But we're all black anyway!
And I have no accent because both of them made me speak the king's English
"We'll have no street talk in this house," mom starts
"Because you paid for my education, I know..."
I am no immigrant
Nor were my parents
Or my grandparents
So can you really blame me for having to take a moment to switch gears before speaking Spanish?
Which usually turns into Spanglish anyway
Secluded from my neighborhood, cursing less than the rest, seeking better for myself, removing the glass ceiling & living in Spain, England, & Italy
Secluded from my neighborhood & protected from double-dutch & domino tables & even fire hydrants in the summer
Secluded from your world, in it and not of it
My parents paid for my education, but it doesn't make me better than you
Just more aware that there's a heavier price to pay for ignorance than there is for being educated

A Haiku for Wela

I love my Wela
Wela with a W
And she loves me back

'09-7=2/2/02

Seven years ago today

You made my thoughts a reality

It was love at first mind-sight

And although we're not together now

In hindsight it was all right

Seven years ago today at 3:42 am

2-2-02 we thought it to be a sign of a pair of perfection

A match only my dreams could conjure

Someone to talk to

Someone to love, and love me back

Someone on my level who overstands my eccentricities and idiosyncrises

You were the one for me... then.

You were exactly what I needed... then.

You fed my mental, made me laugh, and helped me grow

And now I know what it was all for

It was the door to who I am today

Who I was meant to be sprang from when you and I were "we"

Whom I was meant to love... you helped show me what kind I should be dreaming of

And sometimes when you or I were on the wrong route, you showed me who it was I should forget about

And never dream about

Who I am becoming, a lot is because of you

My confidence now shows; there had been much to improve since you...

Because you didn't soothe me when I shed those tears

And it left me broken, wondering why you couldn't stand it

Now I realize you're a man of logic, and you just felt like tears wouldn't solve it, so why cry knowing that my friends are gone and your dad won't come back...

It took me all these years...

To understand that a boy who heard his mom cry for a man who walked on by, forced a boy to become a man, and resent his girlfriend when she cried

His Pisces mother and his Pisces girl understood too closely the trials of this world

Receptive and sensitive as we might be, I thank you now for being so hard on me

Oddly enough you made me grow tough, and although I may show that soft spot at times, I know now how to take an emotional hit when it comes, a scar will appear, but in the end I overcome... kind of a conundrum

To think that then, if I were just a little stronger, maybe we would have lasted a bit longer... yet I don't regret.

Yet I don't forget.

I'm happy and free, and yes, we were meant to be

But only for a time, and now our ships have sailed

On the shores of young love can we dance no more

But I must thank your for these seven years of friendship

I've found myself -through many hardships

Breaking up with you was the first heartache I lived through

And the ones that followed, I needed less and less tissues ;]

And so again I thank you

Miles of travels and years of experience

And not like you were just and experiment

But people come into your life for a reason, and sometimes the ones that really matter only stay for a season

Sometimes life's more beautiful when you hold a moment in time, retrace your life line, and each second of that moment stands out like a penny among dimes

What we did, where we went, and what we were all about

17 and young and free

We had some real good times you and me...

I don't think I've written a poem about you since the time we were together

But maybe this time its some kind of end to a wonderful book... theraputic, like closure 

Speaking of therapy, remember when you swore you were gonna study psychology? We both thought it to be so interesting...I'm sure you still do, and I do too..

But to wrap this up, I'll always remember you

I'll always be your friend...

You will always be in my heart... forever...

The End. 

:)

Namaste.

"As the God in me honors the God in you, we are one."

Us can breathe Us. A poem about forgiveness.

I...(gasping breath) can't...(g.b. again) breathe-ah (again) I... can't...(again) breathe-ah(again)

Wait a minute...

It shouldn't always be about me... We are all one, and so I ask, how are us feeling today?

What do us needs?

What can us do for us?

And how was us day?

And what can us do to make us feel GREAT today?

Sounds like jibberish I know but "things" doesn't go away just cuz "you" (I) don't understand things.

"Things" stay and have their way til you (I) understand "things"...

Even if it's not today but in some other time far away.

(Gasp) I overstand us way of thinking, us reason for doing, and us logic, forgive us... you (I) forgive us.

(Us forgive us.)

And I can't forget

But I don't want to relive

Who beit for me or you not to forgive

(Relieving gasp of breath)

Us can breathe us.

Namaste.

Love Channel... in response to The Miracle on the Hudson VS. (...)

I was Divinely inspired to create a blog from reading a comment that said "Fuck THAT PLANE IN THE HUDSON, WHAT ABOUT THE MASSACRE GOING ON IN THE GAZA WITH BANNED WEAPONS THAT THE US GOV'T GAVE TO ISRAEL"

nothing against this person's sentiments... but here's what came from them.
my 1st actual "blog" rather than poem
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U gotta send the love out to them, don't shed negative light on a good thing just because there are bad things happening. Be conscious, stay aware, stay motivated, and positive. Send ur love to Gaza, AND the Miracle on the Hudson... to denote either is unwise.
Think good, think Divine...despite what seems to be, there is a good in everything. Although we do not forget the bad, to dwell on negative vibes, rather than use this positive surge to focus love to all of the Universe is a fault & a misstep.
Channeling...
Open your eyes my dear one; you are the one you've been waiting for, and your DNA is swiftly changing, your hardwired brain, reprogramming every second. Re-charge it so that your words and deeds speak the powerful YOU into existence, and not a view from an understated weak minded individual that you are not.
You hold within you, the power to see good in the whole Universe, and it is your duty to shock the world with love for all its workings, be they good or bad; because really there is neither...

I have shared your sentiments for a nano second (even if only to place myself in your shoes) and have come to the conclusion that all that is, is. We are all one, Gaza, the young brotha in Oakland, and ALL 155 survivors of the Miracle on the Hudson, that we needed to shine on in our Spirits -as positive thoughts are much more powerful than sad or angry emotions. This City, NYC, has seen and been through it all; we deserve it to allow ourselves at least one miracle. But mark my words, it won't be the last. In a flash, you will see them happening all around you, and it is neither conspiracy nor movie set, only your brain re-programming itself on a mass scale (ie: the brain of the collective consciousness of this Universe, which we share). The rigidity at which we have aligned ourselves to collectively be is opening up to the possibility of being superhuman. If you really wanted to, you could focus your love energy with a collective and change your perception on the way things are happening and why.

(Lorisse speaking now: sometimes I even think that I have to come out of my happy bubble and face the cold hard fact that evil and violence exist...)

And this statement is slowly becoming an un-truth... Evil, good, man, woman... this world of duality you've created as humans, is merging, it has shifted, and as humans collectively transcend, they will no longer need or want to experience all that is, only bliss. I say "all that is," in the sense that here we have taken the road that leads to human, where our bodies are designed to experience itself (God energy, wants to know itself, and to truly know itself it has to experience all that exists)... but if we decide that we no longer want it to exist, all we have to do is create the possibility of being all powerful, and enlightened/transcended light energies. Then, we can put an end to what goes on when in our weakened state we assume we can do nothing and that evil will always exist; I tell you dear one, evil is losing its grip on this world, and it will no longer be able to sustain itself the more minds that elevate, and the more love in the face of adversity. Please hear me well, the entire state of the Universe rests in you (or the God energy in you/all of us collectively)... and you are swiftly changing. Your are wonderful beings. If only you could see the visions of splendor we see in you when we look at you, it is truly a sight to behold. Don't fret beloved, all is right in the Universe. Namaste and Namaste from Risse as well.

As Above, So Below (Ceiba; The Tree of Life)

In its imperfection it is perfect
But it can only be imperfect to the perceiver who perceives it so...
Deems it so...
In fact to claim imperfection is escapist
You are of the Creator
Made in the Creators IMAGE & LIKENESS
You are of this perfectly constructed
Universe
You are perfection
Claim it
Be it
You are made of the same elements as
the oceans vast
the stars brilliant
and the moon magnificent
You are he, me, we
I AM GOD AND SO ARE YOU
PARTS OF THE WHOLE
AND ALL OF THE PARTS
Experiencing this life
To experience all that is
There is neither good nor bad
Beautiful nor ugly
Perfection nor imperfection
ALL THAT EXISTS, IS THE ALL THAT EXISTS
Here is the same as there
And as above
So below.

A Parrot Monkey With Scissor(handle) Legs

this is not a poem about you
this is a poem about all the things you saw me as that weren't true
this is about all the things you wanted me to do cuz you thought you knew who i was
but who i am is what i do
and i don't contradict myself like you
you say you're one thing and then you're not
you say you get me, but i feel like you forgot
let me get in depth so you get what i'm saying
cuz i feel like i lost you, with your mind's attention you are not paying

get it
pay attention
i'll try and go slow
ready?
oh and just so you know this is a poem about friends
and how they start and how they end
from my perspective they come into your life for a reason
you live, learn, have fun with them, but they're only there for a season
don't be mistaken by the ones you keep close
cuz there are those that have their own agenda
here it is
I'll put it to you simply...

A Parrot Monkey
With Scissor(handle) Legs

Parrot
There are those who would be like parrots
Obnoxious & Repetitive
They may gossip, they may like how their own voice sounds.
But they are truly convinced of what they say
And with confidence they give their opinions of who you are without grounds.
And they make sense to themselves no matter what they say.
They assume who you are and in their underdeveloped understanding of you
They claim you to be something you are not
*skwak*> unworthy *skwak*> too unrealistic *skwak*> egotistical *skwak*> pushy
*snip*> I AM WORTHY *SNIP*> God gave me these dreams and my healthy imagination for a reason
*SNIP*> All I do I do for All
**SNIP**> I push myself while I carry you
gladly on my back *SNAP*
back to this contorted reality
cuz now you are like a monkey

Monkey
There are those that would work to advance their own interests and are deceitful
Swinging back and forth and never deciding
But always inviting
You to dine in their world of trouble
and you feel it start to bubble inside cuz you ate their lies about you when they were a parrot
and now you wish you never dined with them, as the lies they fed you about you led you astray away from your true self, betrayed
By someone you thought cared about your interests, and they were just playing around
never had their feet on solid ground but keep you moving swinging in their world of anomalies
which to them is normalcy
Swept you off and away til you forgot where you lay
where did i come from?
where am i going?
and why am i wasting my time not knowing...
it's time to dip
it was real, but i think that's it ... time to *SNIP*

Scissors
I will use scissors of powerful spiritual proportions
to cut you outta my life and then sum
To take decisive and necessary control over those who would continue
to dance around me confusing me
swing under me controlling me
and fly over me making me deny my own beauty
I have to remember they're just parrot monkeys
No longer can they burden me
because

Legs
I have regained the confidence to stand up and take control again, and this time stand my ground
I'm making progress & my ability to navigate on my own is back
This life is getting easier
Like I released a heavy load
Like... there was all this... gas! Yeah! And like.. someone lit a match!!!

I'm getting rid of something... like an itch needs a scratch
Like a fly needs a swat and
Like a mosquito needs a smack
You parasite
No matter how you slice it or draw it
I'm getting rid of the part of me that needs you
Mrs. Parrot Monkey, meet scissor legs,
I'm getting rid of youuuuu...SNIP

love's nickname is game

thanks for that one night
maybe next time i'll get it right
i won't wear my love on your shoulders
or throw you off with the words that i told ya
i won't give you compliments or buy you things
i won't feed you breakfast or let you cuddle with me

i'll hold my tongue and speak mountains in my silence
even though deep inside its like self-inflicting emotional violence
no matter how much i like you i'll play your game
i won't make it easy for you to make it rain
cuz when it rains it pours
and i won't be your little hoar
neva that no more
i won't be your little hoar
"wanna slide thru real qwik mami?"
no i wana be with you dummy!
can't have you slippin and slidin thru me and then her!
can't have you makin me question what it is that i'm worth
can't have you confusing depleting my integrity
can't have you thinking my personality & my tittties are one and the same entity
even though my personality is big, and bubbly, and perky, and glorious
but i digress

first you undress my mind, and THEN you can get to me
you can't just get inside, slide thru me, do me, and think u know all about me cuz you screwed me
using your tool like a mallot passing judgement
as you bang it in me, and call for another hearing when its convenient
i mean, did i not scream loud enough for you this time
must we repeat this beautiful crime
must i continue to give all of myself
doing the same thing over expecting different results
that's bad for your health

no, next time i'll go under your radar so you can't offend yourself
i'll put my feelings on stealth
to help you get over your fear of you i'll move further away to get closer to you
does that even fucking makes sense?
or is it still taboo for the girl to pursue?
but it seems like its working, you like my thick new skin
but when it was soft you didn't want it then
are you a saado masochist? do you like running into bricks?
or you just like me more when I'm not on ur dick, and then you want me to be on it
you want me more when i'm not your hoar and then u turn me into your whore
i don't like this game, but like i said i'll play it
cuz love's nickname is game, and i'm in it to win it

Based on a true story, told.

A friend told me
about a friend he knows
who had a crazy trip
off some "Who ARE you?"
He and his friends
were so on their "Zen"
And they decided to go. To Stop and Shop.
They parked. They purchased.
They left. They saw...
All four of them saw
A leprechaun.
They swear it was there.
Just as clear as day.
But it was night.
But if they all saw it there...
It must've been there... right?
"Oh my..."
"Dude... bro... we gotta take it home!"
"Yea man cool help me put it in the trunk."
"Dude yeah... but he ain't sleepin in my bunk."
They put him in the trunk.


All four of them
took a leprechaun home
that they swear they saw
In the parking lot
After they got high
But not from pot.
There's a point to this...
Stick with me kids.

They went home.
They got high.
Offa mushrooms. And I don't know Y.
But when they woke up.
They laughed about their trip... to Stop and Shop...

"We all saw a leprechaun right?"
"Right."
"Oh shit the little guy's still in the closet..."
"or is it?"
And here's the scary part. rather sad really.
The four friends, it's crazy that they saw a magical creature... in their world.
But when they opened the closet.
It was a little black girl, scared and shaky, crying, and panicked.


They sent her home in a cab
gave her all the money they had & said sorry.
Fuckin' idiots.
DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS!