WhyI write

Poetry brings about a unanimous feeling of understanding of inner and overstanding.... a subtle acceptance of perfect self expression through sound..realeyezing of the most high coming forth within a persona..an ethereal emergence of greatness exploding an expanding, manifesting vivid real-time paintings with mere words. Word. Vibrations that ring out from such a dense frequency  we call matter. Man. Black Matter. Vibing high the voices echoes throughout the galaxies... mimicking the miraculousness that is life. This is why I write.

Caribbean Djembe

From the very beginning at the bass of that beat to the thump of the drum... Rythm an dance has always been a part of our culture.. 

From the cobra-like  movements to the silky sway.. 

The Love in our veins spreads across a looong way. 

Different languages, spices and garments.. 

Yet our bodies all writhe in sync when that music comes on.. 

From salsa to soca. Compas to dancehall our appearances differ yet our hearts beat as one. 

Separated by waters and land.. 

Not knowing the division is surface.. Underneath our Carib, Arawak an Taino blood binds us deeper than the oceans that divides our islands. 

From the Motherland settling in Every Other Land we thrive.  

We continue to unite through our melodic artwork. 

Transcending, codes an colors our frequencies mesh and the highest of highs can be felt as the lowest of lows is overthrown, drowning in the infinite sounds of joy manifesting through our instruments, our culture ... our quilt of variance will never fade.

Through our voices, our music, our dance our spirits live on.

Word is the bond of our songs.

that EYE

It was so good that I, that I, that I, could not, my mind began to warp and making sentences became a task..

I got so so. So that I that I. 

He made me moan.

Om.... I chanted and saang, hummed n struggled to remember verbs.

My mind.. I became aware that my mind..

I was swirling in his torrents of..of..his expertise in his back and forthness. His excitable manipulation.

I wasn't what I had said or done..

Seeing That I, that I Had gotten Stuck in the exuberance of that egoic fire I ceased..

What I had known of I diminished and..

Eye real eyes that I that Eye was not..

I was not what Eye was watching..

That through his persistence of igniting me aflame loving me murderously til I was raw..

Still in the unclear muddy waters.. That I was.. I Persevered. I survived him.

Eye felt, Eye saw, Eye was, and Eye am greatfull for him.

His relentless dance finished my thoughts of questions an doused me in a fluid knowing an devoured me.

Quenching his desires while I became nothing.

All the while relishing his pleasurable pain as I became..

The eye that I was supposed to have known..

His love made it so that I.... That I was born into remembrance of myself.

That That Eye was all I needed.

That Eye Was enough, that his love was my love n that Eye already was love.

Eye am love...

Eye am that I am.

 

 

 

 

Being Life Experience..,that Eye is a poem based on how relationships can force us to open our eyes to our true selves...painfull or pleasurable as it may be perceived.

CHuuuuuCHH

"Already Home"

I never actually thought I could...Never even thought I would. The Thoth was always there. All ways there..Nagging, suffocating even..Languishing. Yet I've done it though.
I've made my way back home. Through the murkiness of life, falling deep into dense vibrations..
I RISE.
I re-evolved and I dive heart first into the primordial waves and surrender my soul in great servitude to the most high. Candidly I begin to lounge in the stillness of it all as it hums along. Repeating and maintaining an appreciative admiration for what it is, what was and always will be.
 BEing that in which Eye AM.

Beauty is word

Some people try to change their so called selves with plastic surgery.

Sooo unhappy with their person they play with the temple they were given.
Most attempting to assume a presumed “better/”Eurocentric look.
Nationality surgery.
Inserting illusioned beliefs of a superiority system into their corps.
Flesh altering. Following the spells of the holy wood.
These persons, by definition. Through sound, take on a backwards approach and ungratefully rearrange the natural uniqueness that is them.
Uniforming.  Throwing in the cards they were dealt folding and falling in line.
A downward spiral. Follow.
Person. By definition through sound.
If these beings would follow the LAW, Land and Water… the inside out tactic. Natural elements would take shape.
They would appreciate their very own template.
Person through sound. If me. We. I eye can change my sounds i.e.
My words who are formed by my thoughts that which creates my present. Raising my vibrations..
I know yall gon be differential about it.
“Chi, Melanin content, Kundalini, Vital life force, DNA strands, consciousness, awareness thus thinking better, feeling better, eating better, acting better in turn manifesting a new presence.
A new persona emerges tuning in to the high frequency of a redefined beauty.
Seen through my, our eyes.
 Self Love, A projection and reflection of a new me.
 A true you.
I can.
They can too.
Beholding beauty, becoming beauty.
 WORD.

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I am that I am...Sharing and exposing myself for all, for eye to see. Being the creativity I bear through my rhythmic word. Bearing light shining forth from the womb that is art, the nature that flows from me which is song. Chords of pain and joy fear and love. Injoying the Experience that I am. Accepting the what it is learning the ways to maneuver the whys never forgetting the who's ...I am you. I am me. we. infinite possibilities...Lets Ride!

MY NIGGAH....

He was the dew to my morning, the answer to my calling.

 He was the clip to my 9, the Rugger by my side.

My nigga till I die.

The moon to my sun and the 3 to my 4, he is the knob to my door. All those before me made me want more.

With him by my right what else would I ask for?

  The world, the stars, a multi-verse?

 Multi verses, a poem a rap song and dance wouldn’t do justice to the contentedness of what we make,

 it might be described as chance but fuck it!  In a trance I stay.

 Cause like truth and principles of life it doesn’t change or go away..

 He made me love not being fearful and gave me freedom to BE Love.

 I allowed him in my temple and he made holy worship, 808 circles,

 bass beating drum play as he took calculated strokes reaching the ayin at the tip of my spine.

 Spiritual sciences applied to my mind.

 A perfect mathematical equation when I look in his eyes.

 The yang to my yin, the out to my in.

The definition of he and I is sacred geometry.

 What we make is infinity.

And as immortals, he’ll forever be my nigga till I die.

 

 

Tired

Tired of the phoniness....Tired of the fuckery...Tired of egos. My ego, Other WOMBman's ego's...I'm tired of fake ass people...Y'all know me...Nah Not OF me. Y'all KNOW ME....BEEN a curious big mouth wide eyed girl from "da heights"....Haitian..strict modest parents. "religious views"..Church girl...gone "bad". Round da way chick. Hold a nigga down bitch...Will spaz da fuck out girl..Nerdy, glasses, skinny, light bright girl...Loved Umi. Respected Fada. Y'all KNOW me...Been up and down da east coast blowin smoke from every kind of roll available to toke...Y'all SEEN me speedball up and down round and round...From a foul mouthed baby to having two babies...most still say "she's CrayZ"..But y'all know me...I hardly keep things in..Constant talker..Always had fly friends cause my heart is always near to lend..a hand a shoulder a dollar a laugh....But I'm tired...and Roy Ayers said "we ain't got time to be tired"...You shoulda seen his 71 yr young behind jammn @ S.O.B's..LOL!!! "cause da tired move to slow"....Point is. Its a struggle...I open my life to people because maybe naive maybe ego again watever it is I'm unafraid of what Y'ALL might do when Y'ALL KNOW me...or know that I'm Tired...Or what the Government might do..when I give them info to know me or what the tired (literally)ctfu!! Low Vibration Fish of crown heights females might try: Keyword: Try to do to me because they Know ME....I'm unafraid...What I am AFRAID of is me...ME because I am Tired...Its difficult to manifest your potential when your tired...Its difficult to not harm others when your at your exasperated level of tolerance because your tired of exercising patience...its difficult to Educe children and others around you when your spirit is tired...Its all just a word dweebs so don't get caught up..Tired now...But Aware I am..Awake I will stay...Eating properly..expelling attachments, building with fellow beings, conscious to the illusionary 3rd dimension...Educing Self nourishing Mind body and soul...Tired is just a feeling i had..But Y'all KNOW ME..LMAOOOOo or so you thought...Tired is an expression for the moment Dorcas is Never defined.
P.S. I could never be tired. :)

HA..... HealthCARE

Healthcare, Healthcare.


Lets not talk about fair.


Who cares about the homeless and the helpless.


$3500 just for the plavix?


Medicaid, Medicare, MediCAN'T


Cant is what they tell you.


Well how come? Is what you say.


I pay my taxes, I work hard everyday.


But my insurance for the Chemo they wont pay.


2 Dental visits, 1 eye exam,


10 primary care visits,


But what do I do when I'm on hemo-dialysis?


Is there a limit to my visits then?


Can I only have 5 medications when I need 10??


Vote for me. Vote for me.


McCain, Obama, Hillary


But will they work for ME?


Will I get to go for a breast cancer exam


or is it "Not Necessary"


Your managed plan, Your Healthcare plan


Does it involve me?


Must I have a social security


number???


Or am I just another number. Another dollar?


to your corporations,


your managed factory of a nation


your Insurance companies....


"in case shit happens" well shit done happened.


Your brutalization of a people.


Deterioration of the knowledge and of love and self.

Idea. Manage YOU. And leave us "Black" folk ALONE.


Health is a direct result of lifestyle
therefore>>>> Eat natural foods. Drink water. Exercise. Sleep right, Laugh, Learn Love,

My "Niggah"

You are the dew to my morning.
The answer to my calling.
The clip to my nine.
The Ruger by my side.
Whenever, whyever, watever
down to ride.
Your "MY Niggah" til I die.
(Lick Shots)

"FREEDOM"

Freedom is what?
Freedom is mine??
Freedom is Mine!!!
Freedom is MIND, Freedom is a Free....A FREE Mind..
A Free Dome.
The possibilities or is it "princi-ba-lities"...is,
is,....I have a right! Civil Maybe.
Or Human right
AN instinct, A spider sense almost like that tells me, that tells you
that WE have a right!!
>>>That I should be able to eat, sleep, breathe, bear child, live, work
and provide for mine.
And nourish mines...
Of course my mind.
As freely as free, as FreeDom is supposed to be.
A free Dome, A free Mind<<<.
Now tell me. Is your mind programmed?
Rebooted, upgraded, installed properly??
Hell. this is the "technological age"... So is your mind stuck on error,
error, escape, alt, delete???
Or are you running around a "green" screen trying to block the pop-ups????
Matter Fact----------------------Buffering,
Buffering, Buffering.
You still lost aint you?
Guess your not FREE.

So I always held this nigga down.



From the jump, passin blunts



takin bussses to the mall.



Afterschool in the halls, was his right hand never knew what the left held



still I was there. Through thick and thin



watched his back looked out for shady cats.



Helping him build and improve on his knowledge.



Playful fights & arguments, made him go back to college.



Closed my eyes when he cheated.



Didn't care cause if you knew the way he beat it. SSSSss Better than Micheal.



YeaUp! He beat it better than micheal!



So Like I said I held him down.



I gave my loving. Made my living. saved for giving. spent on his chillins.



I walked along side him and was the best woman he could have had. And still I wasn't enough.......


Took A looong time before I realized that "I" was just fine.....





The minute I loved me. Truly and Really & Understood That GOD loved me...... the mistake of another being not understanding that love and therby not reciprocating it; NO longer mattered.





My favorite song has been "be happy" by MARY J BLIGE..... I can love. Because I can let go.

LIFE

It's funny how these "gangstas" holl@ "THUG LIFE"
Ready to be a coward and pull a trigger.
Quick to pounce on a lady but thinks twice about hittin a dude.
Too broke to even provide...
Clothes and food
For his family he does not take care of.
Runnin round ignorant and shit
Failin to realize he is but dust and will return to such!
Actin like they don't give a fuck.
But hang a 25-life bid over his head
and his fierceness and clout is dead!
No respect and No remorse.
No concepts of a man.
A real man.
A man's man.
A GOD fearing momma respectin man.
Unwittingly destroying society.
Not standing up and backing up what's rightly his!
Breaking down the family.
Lost of all sincerity.\
Hate filled words and actions.
No responsibility.
Reckless and contrite.
I don't know what's wrong with The.
No masculinity, just cowardly movements
knowing inwardly of the madness around him.
Aware of the damage surrounding,
helping to keep the lineage of fatherless homes,
beat down mom's.
Let the devil get to him,
While his lil man is now an ex-con.
When will he retaliate?
When will they change this fate?
Get back to which they were made...
Bring back the stability of modern day.
Praise Allah and come away from the ways of man.
Love thy neighbor...work hard and establish integrity.
Do not judge with severity.
Consequences are unspoken,
but the repercussions are major!
Acknowledgement is minor.
Ignorance is great.
Always tempting their fate.
Makes all kinds of unworthy mistakes.
"YOU ARE NOT GUARANTEED!"
Why don't you stop and contemplate?
Try to relate and wake UP to the problems!
Step up and create a new place.
A new time....
Where respect is redefined!
Resolutions on the incline.
Violence on the decline.
Morals and values Re-established.
Family relinquished!
Life Re-evaluated
Honor and trust Reinstated.
Ego's Deflated!
Pride proportioned! ( LMMFAO!)
Dreams of drop tops faded...
Replaced with college funds.
Traditional ideas re bread.
Learning is now FUN!
Building is now COOL!
Tearing down is UNCOUTH!
regrouping and getting togetherness is the move!
Taking each one to teach one..
paying it forward
not expecting no rewards.
Giving to be giving.
No Santa or valentines needed.
Loving because of loving.
Showing! Not saying, For rip,
One trips, four more bends back to catch him before he slips.
Let us empower each other.
Let us take care of Our MOTHERS, our WOMEN, our CHILDREN, our FUTURE, our BROTHERS, Our FATHERS, FOR OUR FATHER GAVE US HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN SON..for he so loved the world.
Let us love ourselves in order to have everlasting LIFE!

Champagne

A tall and lovely drink

A fine man with fine qualities,

Distinct.

Smells so goooood.

With a taste that nurtures your pallets.

Feeds your soul.

Now those strong arms,

wraps you, engulfs you, feels waaaay better than gold!

With just a simple kiss using those soft and sensuous lips,

sends you soaring, spiraling into oblivion.

With the same lips, words are swift, deep,

Converses as if used to speaking to minions or even kings.

Now ladies...

What if you were his queen?

Imagine...Wine and dine

Hittin it from behind.

Travel to Mexico.

Learn the language of love.

Dame Papi tu cuerpo, tu corazon, Quiero darte mi mente,

Solamente ti.

Imagine he makes you feel like a waterfall, makes you tingle

A man that makes you bubble.One that make you want more.

More from him, from you, from life.

One that makes you think,

None compares o that tall and lovely drink....

Champagne!

*CrAy- Z*

Crazy are the thoughts that dart through my mind?
Crazy are the words that escape my mouth?
Crazy are the actions that make my world?
Crazy am I?
Convinced she is.
For sure they are.
But who are they?
Are they the ones to say?
Are they the ones that see..
And all is blind to me.
Just me?
For I do not see.
Unbeknownst to me.
Unrecognizable.....
That Crazy I will be.
That I will never reach past the trees.
That I will never be happy?
Crazy is the word he chooses.
So crazy is What I will prove him!
Going outside the box in a wayward direction.
Refusing to conform to the norm.
Crazy is now my satisfaction.
Crazy now becomes my passion!
All the worlds a stage.
So take note audience.
Crazy will be my REdempTion!
Far from seeking attention!
because you see..
My DESTINY is what I pursue.
My SAnctifiCatioN is what will ensue!
For refusing to take the abuse Crazy is the word that YOU use.
Undeniably crazy will no longer Define me.

wonder??

A wonder isn't it?
How we fuck then you split.
Right before you whisper baby your it!
Baby this the shit!
When I called three in the morning talking bout some head..
Rush right over, to lay in my bed.
But when I call with my troubles...
It's; Nah I ain't got no bread.
Tell me I'm beautiful.
Say how I make you whole.
How come when I wake in the morning, I still ache
& feel that empty hole?
What is it about me or maybe about YOU that got me going?
That got me going,
That has me flipping,
has me doubting what I'm knowing.
What twist of reality
or is it the destination of faith
That has me going through this upheaval of thoughts, actions, words, visions
all becoming a blur,
not quite pondered on, but fast enough, delirious enough
chaotic enough to know somethings WroNG!
Somethings GoNe.
Indescribable feelings, can't take it back!
THAT THINGS DONE!
Finished, finito,fini, like a trini that shiit (gwan)
Now do I start over?
Pick up the pieces and let another smother?
Let another in..
Let em take his share, all the while thinking shit ain't fair.
This aIn't RighT!
But I gotta keep the fight..
so torn from the plight..
So I keep GOING!
Keep Moving!
Keep Grooving..
NEXT!!!!!!!!
Wonder isn't it?
How we fuck then you split!
LMAO!!!

No words...

He Meticulously and irrationally searched and kissed every crevice
Licked every nook and Candy
Caressed each line, each curve
Coercerd the pert and ripe peanut m$m sized niblets of chocolate to: STAND
And STAND did her hairs,
And race did her electricity.
Excitement surged through every vessel of sensation.
Rapid spurts of breath, colors bright, dark hues,
As he kneaded and massaged, tickled and teased
He hummed while he pleased.
Mango Melange he saturated throughout her petite frame
Love spots drenched he plunged deep.
He devoured her hotbox with a knowing skillful force,
He alternated thumb and tongue, tongue and thumb
Her feminism pulsating a rhythmic beat while she gets lost within the torrents of exuberance creeping from her walls
unleashing her heat she gyrated in tune to his melodic lashing.
She writhed in an uncontrollable dance, hissing incoherent garble.
This incensed him and he dove deeper with undying hunger he lapped up her love,
Savored her sweet smell, lunched on her erect clit, tenderly and gingerly sucked and nibbled……………
She moaned,
He moaned,
She moaned, he groaned,
Animalistic movements as she grabs for his for for for for anything oh dear!
Her legs interlocked,
There was no escaping her lonlegged figure four
He gladly accepted the challenge and began a synchronized pattern from front to back tongue darting in and out, diagonally, 808 circles, up and down
She began to tremble and shiver.
She could not recall,
She could not, she could not,
Thinking was a capacity that had been shut down.
Her mind played possum.
Her body pleaded and begged
He continued feasting on her pearls,
On her liquids of joy..
He enjoyed himself as she enjoyed him.
Together there was
Sweet, sticky, aromatic, extatic, vibrant, glorious, climatic, euphoric, satisfying, appetizing, wonderful, delightful, paralyzing, uplifting, anxious, Dang!
THER ARE NO WORDS!!