Therapy Pt. 1

Revelation: In my attempt to understand, I must digest and translate. Not regurgitate.

It was the first morning of the world.

And we came with accents.

But our secrets stolen. Our shit taken. Our skin radiated light like sun under our skins. Read, yellows and browns.

Our wombs may-be made

To heal and nurse back the black and blue bruises and wounds.

Push us out from the Earth. Pushed down. We push back up and out back, expanding to take it back.

Children strong from the start.

Back to the Future now.

Back to where we started from, when stars burned in our eyes. Brighter than the North star. Brighter than it is from afar.

The next morning, We will wake up next to a river.

Our voices and hearts stronger than ever.

(A compilation of some stuff I think in poem form.)

Precursor to Poetry...

Only in growth, reform and change, paradoxically enough, is true security to be found.

Stay Vibrating Higher...

I've been having great big long days... They feel so unreal when I get home. They feel like eternities and are worth more than gold... Everyday I expand and Im learning to live with Purpose. Knowledge not just Faith. Because faith is married to doubt... Ya know?? I don't wanna doubt my life. I wanna live without fear. Fear holds me from being that one I know that I can become. I gotta push back against myself sometimes...

And I'm learning that success is married to failure.


Everything has happened for a reason. And everything I do must be a preparation for what will come. I know I will get what I have prayed for. I am building up momentum. I am all that there is and I operate through Love. It's all love. It's all for the love...


I met and connected with actor Mel Jackson today at Hue-Man Bookstore in Harlem. He was doin a theatre workshop which turned into a spiritual gathering focused on moving forward and fulfilling your purpose given by the Creator, God, Love, Nature... through a gift you are born with.

(Of course I gotta put my soul mama on this post. I'm gonna see both my mamas (J Monae and E Badu) on June 7th!!)

Once we know. We have to make a decision which direction we will go without fear or doubt. First steps are the hardest. And I have to take mine 2mm. Now. NOW!!! As I type this letter... I just continued a painting and I wanna continue my altered book and publish some poetry. Make my lists and get on my grind. Jump up from bed running no even stepping anymore. Dance classes are in effect this summer!

I often wonder what gift I am to focus on to bring Light and Love into this world so that I can help save it... Is it painting? Singing? Dancing? Writing? Speaking? Smiling...? But Im gonna stop wondering. I'ma just gonna follow the flow of what is natural for me. Whatever motivation comes to me. Make myself available for the light... Sit in a room alone and let it happen. Pay attention to my dreams.

Becoming more comfortable with the idea of embarrassment because of me showing my soul in front of others.... But that's how we know its real... We feel it. And it's a strong pulse that just leads me and guides me...

Systems of Manifestation of Creativity vary every day for me. You know how I'm always all over the place and I wanna do so much...

False Evidence Appearing Real gets in my way though....!! Grrr. >=(

Anyway... My tattoos and one piercing and hair dye is in effect this summer also. I feel my wings... I'm grooving with mad new music... I dance in my room and imagine choreographing and singing in concert and shit... I gotta make it happen.

Also, I broke up with my Jersey girl. By far the best relationship I've ever been a part of. Also by far the most cataclysmic... Hm.

So I'm a free agent and I'm enjoying another certain beautiful girl... She's just beautiful. We groove so well. So much alike but so very different. Let's call her Daisy the Poet. =) But of course complications arise... But it's ok because I don't need commitment to anyone but myself rite now...

I'm going to focus on my coconut tree soul for a while...

Denice Frohman

One of my favorite poets... blog ... Denice Frohman

Hundreds of miles... - random poem...

As I stand up here and stutter
I see patience in your eyes
As I trip over m words,
I see patience in your eyes.
My hands drip with sweat and I don't know what step to take
and still I see patience in your eyes.

To her who gave me space when ti was time to,
To him who left dinner on the stove for his prodigal daughter
For them who held their broken hearts as I packed my heavy bags
With a smile.

Things are just beginning
and I'm becoming who I am meant to be want to got to be be used to and tried to be.
Being me takes patience.

So, to me who beats her head against brick walls when she fucks shit up
and doesn't listen to her gut
follows her head and not her heart.

From struggle comes beauty
from embarrassment comes revelation.
And with sharing comes something bigger than you and I.

So as I try to calm my spirit and find peace on the stage,
Thank you for the patience...
And the love.

For I so love the world that I share my one and only Sun, that whoever believes in me shall not perish but have eternal light.