Life Vest

This piece emerged out of divine encounter between my bestie and I. God spoke through the Holy Spirit and I was used as a vessel to speak to myself and bestie. Thus, many of us may be going through difficult times of transitions and I would like to share a snippet of the word spoken through our wombs. Be Encouraged!

Although rip tides and strong currents may beat against you,

Thus,
Do not fret for God is your life vest,
For I am your God,
who is stirring up the waters,
Yet,
You may get consumed by the depths and heights of the waves beating against your body,
Thus,
Do not forget to swim in along the current,
Know you are grounded because I am ya life saver secured abound you,
I am ya life vest,
You are being strengthened by resilience as you swim against the turbulent waters,
Hence,
At times,
You may go under water,
For fear and panic you might think you are drowning,
Hold still,
Stop fighting,
See beloved you are floating because you are wearing ya life vest,
When you stop fighting,
You naturally float in sync with your life sustaining force,
As your survival instincts kick in,
You remembered there is no possible way you could drown,
Or get consumed by currents because I am your God,
The creator of your existence,
Stand firm in your beliefs and without reservation,
Know that I am your life's vest...

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror… why do I not love the reflection that stares back at me,
Is it because I watched too much reality TV?
And what I see is totally different,
Whose reality or model of beauty do I believe?
Why do I not love the full span of my wide hips seamlessly connected to my thick thighs?
Why do I not appreciate my full mid-drift rippled in medium toned six-pack?
Why am I ashamed of the voluptuous-ness of my breasts and the fullness of my love handles?

Why is it that I do love the symmetrical lines of my face?
Eyes,
Nose, lips and mouth,
I love my smile!
Moles and age spots,

My flawed beauty marks,

Nonetheless,

Then I am told that my coarse medium length hair isn't beautiful because it doesn't flow long and silky,

Is this why I feel prettiest with 12 to 14-inch extensions in my hair?

Mirror Mirror…why cannot I love all parts of me?
Why do I rationalize my standards of BEUATY to fit a norm that will never be me!
So mirror I stand before you naked,
Exposing my flaws and learning to love them all!
I love how my full body feels as my fingers caress my smooth fleshly skin…
It is a damn shame that all of this time I have neglected my own finesse.
No more will I view my BODY IMAGE and BEAUTY through a mirror that never belonged to me originally.

Mirror Mirror hanging on my wall,
Thank you for the refracted image of me,
For the first time in 28 years,
I LOVE seeing every aspect of me!
Take me as I am or leave me the hell alone!

Aging

As I look in the Mirror I take note of the fine lines that have evolved over time,
Beautifully placed about,
Enhancing my smile,
The depth of my deep hazelnut embers,
Panoramic view to my spirit,
Traces of gray exposes wisdom in my coiled roots,
Strengthened by the perils of time,
Aging has been a blessing,
My evolution with the divine binds us closer in every domain,
I am no longer afraid to age,
To evolve,
For seeing me blossom into a rare exquisite creation,
I am humbled to sojourn many more decades to come,
I am aging gracefully...ase'-o!!!

Touch

Invigorated,
I became once you… touched me,
Unaware of the blinders over my eyes,
I saw you for the first time,
Naked,
Unrefined,
Intense in your entire male splendor,
Seduced I became when ya fingers perused my skin,
Erector Pili muscles (chills) emerged,
Sensations of ya lust hovered about me like a spirit,
Haunted by your presence,
Held captive by ya touch,
I entered euphoria,
Mind traveling to foreign oasis as ya tongue explored voluptuous landmasses,
Tenderly,
We geographically explored each other’s native lands,
Experiencing earthquakes,
Avalanches,
Sweet rainstorms,
Sun bathing on pink sandy beaches,
We marveled at God's glory,
Our love was the best tour guide,
Saddened by our dream vacations ended so soon,
Back to my mundane daily routine,
I longed to go back to my former expeditions,
Restless nights and days stalked me as I craved for his touch,
Tossing and turning I toiled,
Sheets brushing against my skin,
Offering no relief,
His touch was like no other,
Swollen tear ducts slowly purged warm salty tears to his memory,
My womb in agony,
Heart broken,
In harmony exhaling,
Releasing his touch back into the universe,
My soulful cry is my only antidote to relief,
I never knew this kind of power could come forth from a ... touch

Faded Memories

What you left behind were scattered faded memories stalking my thoughts,
Just the mere thought of you being near causes all my senses to shut down,
Oh, what I would give to feel ya lips pressing firmly against mine,
Again,
The instant touch of our tongues mating used to cause mounds of sweet nectar to fall from my hidden volcano of love,
The intensity of my warmth intertwined with your lustful strokes,
Ushers residuals of the moments of our passion suspended in air, time and space,
The thought of ya love no longer present,
Leaves emptiness where our love used to reside,
Faded images of us is the catalyst of my current state of thought,
Mourning,
Re-hashing a faint memory,
Gray Sketches of yesterdays past,
Aimlessly I gawp deep into thoughts,
Remembering a love lost

L.I.E.S

Living an
Intentional life of gratitude I have
Experienced some very
Superficial people

Life lessons taught me that
Innocence doesn’t mean shit when you
Encounter hardships that make ones life seem
Spectacular if you have been blessed not to endure trauma

Laughter I was told is good for the soul
Instead, my soul hasn’t experienced hilarity but it’s been
Entangled and immersed in
Someone else’s webs of deceit

Love is what I used to believe was
Inspirational, my guiding moral compass
Exclusively known to me, thus, my love used to be
Sacred until I allowed it to become tainted by…. L.I.E.S.

RESURRECTED

Shook you off my feet….dirt,
your matter didn't belong here,
So I poured pure libations of water to the death of your…
Impurity,
In honor of the path that awaits me I sing....
Ashe’,
But dirty I shall not return along this scared path.
For I cannot track and leave footprints of what you left behind.
I allowed myself to become a martyr for freedom,
For to remain with you,
Oppressed,
I would’ve died along time ago.
So I emerge high and lifted up....
Resurrected,
From past hurts into an awakened sense of self.
For my feet have been standing within your gates O Zion,
Planted by the streams of healing waters,
Just as the deer pants for the water,
My soul quenched for the divine...
Now that I have partaken ya glory,
I spring forth into life after death...
For Freedom, Love. Life. Laughter has …..resurrected me

My Love

My Love we wore the mask,

We was the mask,

Now were naked and exposed,

What happened to our love?
Loving you could have made me empty,

But instead through my hurt,

I emerged...

Bruised but not broken,

I am still whole,

But where did the passion run, run, run and hide too?

Why did it have to go?

Damn I wanted that "New New" kinda of Love,

The kind of Love that never gets dull and when it does,

You flip it,

You flip me,

And we would re-create….us continually

I just wanted to become lost in Love, be one with Love...because Love reigns within me consistently,

Loving you was more than a feeling,

You evolved into an emotion.,

A fabric of me,

When we became a we..

Don’t you remember how my LOVE lingered around you,

Like your natural scent,

I complemented you,

My Love was ya seductress,

My Love allured you into deep dark places that you never knew existed,

My Love is rare,

Pure,

Potent,

Enduring,

Sensual,

Centered,

Trust it'll never be duplicated,

You should have treasured it…My Love,

My Love mirrored Toni Braxton's Breath Again,

My Love kept you...breathing...

I will forever be your emotional lifeline...

I can no longer hear the words I LOVE YOU!

I can no longer bare to hear the words I love You!

I have heard this phrase over and over again,
Time after time,
As my heart oozes blood stained love from the holes many dug into it,
I am left here depleted by love loss,
Yet, I thought love doesn’t hurt,
Hurt is all I know love to be like,
Human frailty one blames for mis-representation of it,
And that God offers a better paradigm of Love,


Honestly,
I often cringe when I hear God is Love,
If God is Love then why did love have to be forcefully stolen from me at ages 3,9, 12
If God is Love then why did I have to be the post of step-father’s backhand?
If God is Love then why didn’t he save me from myself,
Offering my pure form of LOVE to unworthy lovers and friends,

I can no longer stand to hear the words I love you!
When I often hear this phrase after betrayal,
Or when one wanted to make my bed rock!
You knowingly hurt me but yet you proclaim you Love me,
Wow, do I really want or need this kind of Love,

I can no longer stand to hear the words I LOVE YOU!
For they no longer posses hope, trust or security,
For this phrase has just been become a fallacy to me,
The only people who experience “true love” are depicted in Happily Ever-After Fairy Fantasies!

Eyes of Deception

There eyes enticed each other to inquire within,
Beckoning them to explore more;
The dark mystery that is housed in their soul awaited beams of light,
Femininity balanced with masculinity,
Thump,
Thump,
She hears their heart beating to their own erratic rhythms,
He feels his primal vibrations pulsating,
Saluting their unique mating dance,
Girth and pastry greets,
Spirit to Spirit ,
Wood to womb they connect,
Pleasure they encounter,
Vulnerability is nigh,
Consciousness awakened,
Motives revealed,
Fears exposed,
Reality conjures up the bleak possibilities of this soul connection,
He and She,
Held captive by deception,
She thought he was ready to be King,
He only wanted she to fulfill his lustful addiction,
Dominating causal sex,
They both stare complexity in the eyes…..deception

Step up, Cover and Celebrate me...and get off my tit!...By my Bestie Kira Buckley

I had to share this piece...I echo my Bestie sentiments...Men and Women need to get it together...ENJOY!


"I'm not saying us Women are perfect,

but we carry the load and carry it well,

some of yall men really need to get it together-

Expend much time/effort and thought on male empowerment

and then just maybe yall males wouldnt feel the need

to criticize what females don't do!

have you takn the time to look at the stuff you're doing?

if you wanna lead me anywhere,

you must be capable of effectively and efficiently following/serving,

prove to me that my independence is optional,

I will coexist with you,

but look in the mirror first

and handle your refelction of issues

before you attempt to diagnose mine!

we've taken the fall for men too long(historically proven!...)

now its time yall step it up and get off that tit!

Focus on what you're doing and let us be the emotional beings...." (Shout out to Natalie on this one!)



So easy to point the finger...real men are accountable for themselves,

emotionally and physically. How about we each concentrate on ourselves

and highlight more good qualities about each other-

men and women.

Women can we celebrate men?

Men can we celebrate women?



..and stop complaining so damn much!, If he or she aint got/doin/ possesing/speaking/listening/sharing/manifesting/claiming/exemplifying/carrying

livin/empowering what you want....



move the hell on!



There are too many wonderful/powerful/successful/beuatiful/intelligent/charming/productive/executive-minded/spiritually and physical sound and whole-minded gentlemen and ladies in this earthly realm....to be complaining and venting about what one trifling fool didnt do or did to you!



If she or he aint it, right now....then WAIT!....balance and perfection (for you) will come! Stop setttling and rushing. Live this Life...Serve somebody....Treat yourself right!...manifest something...be productive and stop' talking' so damn much!.....



with much compassion in my heart,



Love&Light Beautiful!

Poetry In Motion:Twin Tales by DaiDaGlamazon and Deme

My spirit soars free like the winds traveling North, South, East and West...I draw energy from the sun while son rays radiates thru me...I am Earth..love richly fertilizes my soil...I am a life source...I am WOMAN

The moon fuels my empty ass darkness seems to clutter this space...my womb..screams for freedom..she shudders at the thought of you entering me...No longer can I fight this feeling it just consumes my being...yelpin in agony I cry out for you.. love..why won't you come shine your rays upon me...I am the goddess of fertilty yet my womb stays barren...memories of delusional models of our essence mock me..I stand as the world moves slowly around me with various hints of life and warmth...while I stay cold..tell me how and the hell can light and darkness dwell...heat and warmth...love and hate..in me.. a mosaic... awaiting to be completed

A complex mosaic piece..intritricately woven with purpose..I gaze at the fine detail of the scattered lines, diverse shapes and blended colors.. loss of time I hadn't noticed how the canvas of me has evolved... In admiration, I sigh...I inhale the sweet aroma of change.. promise..hope and expectation; while I exhaled..I purged toxic fumes of lack..fear.. bareness.. doubt and aniexty... for all of these experiences have cultivated this unique art form.. For I keep my womb free of impure radicals.. inorder to maintain a ph balanced fertile space..the paint brush of words splash vibrant colors of life..So Deme whenever blood is flowing through ya womb.. there will be life..love..even growing pains.. thus, your words..your paintbrush holds the strokes of your womb story..paint on my sistah..for our "canvas tales"..our collaborated art form has only just begun...

I Know Why The Caged Birds Sings: Reflections

I know why the caged bird sings...because her pretty wings are torn and tattered from beating them on the cruel bars of society's cage. Her efforts of getting someone's attention has left her jaded. The daily voyeours that pass by watching, speculating, probing, admiring her through those cruel bars are using her song and physical beauty for their entertainment. Not once does someone see the pain and fear in her eyes. Not once do these on-lookers hear her blues songs of liberation. Not once do these on-lookers think that her beauty should not be confined to norms of a caged bird. No once does the on-lookers see the blood stained tears from weeping and singing her soul out.



Yes the caged birds sings for she has beaten her wings for so long aganist society's cruel bars that today when her Master opened the cage she does not move. She is paralyzed. She has been conditioned to stay on her limbs poised on a splinted perch and sing her blues songs of awaited freedom. Hence, she sees the caged door open, she no longers has the strength and courage to make the first step, for fear the door will be closed on her.



So she sits there crippled by her own fear and now she has become her own oppressor. So yes I know why the caged birds sings...because she is free, but she has not accepted the fact that she now has the power to fly free...even though the door of liberation is wide open in front of her....its a choice of free will... 



So tragic that this symbolic reflection is very common today amongst women and men...Let us not be like a caged bird ... Take flight and fly free my people.. the choice is yours...the unknown is always scary but its so much better to fly wounded than be too cooped up in society's cage with a broken spirit that has you paralyzed with fear.

Mystic Lady

Presenting Mystic Lady a poem based on a real encounter…Ever since our chance meeting I have not been able to shake the conversation that manifested… Her eyes have stalked me in my dreams. Her words have brought solace in the midst of latent dreams… Her face a beautiful portrait to behold…

As I sat across her from her dinner table,

our eyes locked,

they connected and our souls meet,

they greeted and began to converse,

revealing hidden mysteries,

while exposing secrets,

our words became confirmation that being gifted,

anointed,

may put you on the fringes of society,

but yet were not crazy,

in fact we are more normal than most.

We both consciously decided to be uniquely centered in da midst of chaos,

her eyes reflected divinity,

her words illuminated truth,

her platinum blonde and sandy brown hair neatly flowed into a pony tail,

exposing her youthful face,

beauty in God’s purest feminine form.

Mystic lady found me by way of flutters in my soul,

we found each other spiritually,

kindred spirits,

I was she and she was me,

A beautiful juxtaposition,

time spiraling by making our encounter disappear by the second,

panic begins to set in,

reality bits,

I gotta process all of dis shit we just unpacked together,

wounds exposed,

wings clipped,

heartbroken,

dreams shattered,

bewilderment invades my psyche,

the room is moving under my feet,

we say our “see you next time” .

And Mystic Lady and I go our separate ways,

on this jigsaw puzzle of life,

both of us our awaiting God to strategically put our pieces back together again..

Past,Present,Future:My Compulsion

Often times I am so consumed with the what's next and particulars of my future that I often miss the beauty of my right now. I so often forfeit living in the now because my future seems brighter, so much more attractive and interesting. As my obsessive worrying consumes me, I unconsciously duplicate cycles of missing the beauty of my current space. My grandiose visions and aspirations launches me into a distant space, my future. Causing me to blindly neglect my current place. I am so oblivious that my former current space is my immediate past and my awaited future is now my current state.

Yet I am un-filled and un-inspired.So again I peek over my shoulder, glancing at past and notice that I am left vexed, empty, of the things I have left un-done. I have a wish-ah-would've-could've thought process plaguing my psyche. Had I embraced my right now, I would have been able to live in the moment and embraced all of its un-folding possibilities. But No! I forfeited it by day dreaming of tomorrow, planning for what will come sooner or later.

Albeit, I am grabbing hold of today, my right now, for this circular movement will end. I understand now that my future is the inevitable. Thus, my right now needs some tending too. So I send up liquid prayers, open my eyes, sway my hips, while poise and grace guide my feet.....I freeze my thoughts and just be.. I am embracing my right now season, while blindly believing God for the unfolding, un-limited possibilities that is right lies here before me...

I Just Wanna

I just wanna be the oxygen that you breathe,
as you inhale my fresh essence,
slowly my love penetrates your lungs,
propelling them to release carbon toxins as you…..
Exhale,
I just wanna breathe you,
consume you,
complete you,
and intertwine magnetic energy with you,
Honestly,
I just wanna be with you and only you!