Tag: black poets

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September 24, 2022

I get hate for being an alchemist.

I’m surrounded by hurt people. Confused people. Boundaries. Know my limits. Become a recluse.

My abundance is my backbone. It’s what real love tastes like. Unconditional love. Chamomile and honey.

Calm waters. Strength. I know how it looks getting there and what it feels like. I taste it often. It surrounds me. I’ve felt the touch.

Seeking similarities. Taking risks but not to strike blood, not blind and never fooled.

Tap in or keep your distance, cause once ancestors makes moves we burn bridges with haste to protect ours.

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Listen

Angels speak

I’ve warned you

Warning. Red. Alarmed. Gut.

Warning

Have a problem?

Confront yourself

Don’t pretend to forget

Don’t rely on other to remember

You are the pilot

Spirit knows what you know

And you know what you know

So hold oneself accordingly

Bear the flame you’ve created

Dance in it

Feed the seeds you sow with the ashes

Ain’t no one to blame but yourself; if one must

Catch a mirror, catch a blade

Capture the power of choice as you catch the sunrise

Our choices; we choose

What future are you voting for

With every breathe, each rising, every move

Every seed

As you’ve placed your opinions and judgements through the paths created

Everyday of the the rest of your life

You have placed your bets

You have created the paths

And ultimately

Believe it or not

You are in charge

Embrace it or fall in line

Lead or be lead

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El sol

The sun kisses my body and tells me he’s my new lover

be with me tenderly

leaving elegantly then

coming back home

always

to warm breath and my brown skin

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Self-sooth

There isn’t a wrong moment to caress yourself

undress yourself

explode into the ether

once more

become it all

made of pleasure and senses

sensations craving seasons

birthed in rainwater

rose water streaming down my face

between my breast

my own universe

and every piece of me floats off wandering

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Hands and head

Expansion
risings and honeysuckle
on my breast
with an open throat chakra
and all toes to tip with
we sang aloud
under the same sky
just a different cloud
sailing, speaking, demonstrating
what it looks like to ride new ways
and step into your power
with your own head and your own hands

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Sweaty palms

me nurtured

i nurture

i pray i find you to nourish me

i do in the meantime

around the sublimes and the life’s lemons

oh its not a sin if you don’t touch me

and holy dances aroused my palms to tell me it’s alright

i can fight and fly, and be chosen

at the darkest parts of the night

shadows, purities and a black head

black & white

all the same in nature

its inevitable to be natural

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Sunsets and backwoods

you were sunsets and backwoods
brought me under, drowned me baby
then coming back through frosted windows
my ever after
my everlasting
sip
dripped in painted rays
in another way, on another day you’ll find me
until then
chocolate hues of bellies and life’s sweets
expired love
savoring you
Oh the opaqueness of a stale smoke