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
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Monday, February 2, 2009
'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.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
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.
nothing against this person's sentiments... but here's what came from them.
my 1st actual "blog" rather than poem
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
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
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
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