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she thanked God for all of it…

i make long lists of all the things i’m grateful for

i live quietly and love my small circle of loved ones ferociously

i thank God for all of it

wearing my father’s old military jacket

Adorned with my mother’s old pin,

her mother’s old pin,

And a pin of my own that maybe my daughter will wear on her father’s old jacket one day i smile wide as this beautiful man snaps my picture just before the concert begins

she thanked God for all of it…

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September Reign/Rain

I sketched myself as Virgin de Guadalupe and wrote this poem in September. Better late then never player.

As it thundered and stormed

she prepared to leave

all-weather she was

Come inside! yelled the fretful

You won’t survive! yelled the fearful

like an owl her head turned to face them one last time

is this what you call living?

resting fearfully on the periphery of your so called humanity

Inside these boxes – surviving

this could be your last September she said to them all

silence weighed heavy on the moment

nothing was the same

they could never go back

true colors had been shown

from the lessons she had grown

You can live this life faithfully or live it fearfully

not my business either way she said with a smile

good luck in this lifetime

Now it’s time for me to live mine

stepping into the storm she became one

with the wind

the rain

the pain

and burst into golden light

Transcending the bullshit

Hello October

Are you ready to start over?

Silence & Chatter

heart silence is louder then mind chatter

balance found between sight and sound

between light and profound

between words of wisdom and works of wisdom

heart silences the chattering mouth of mind

now body sleeps

as spirit creeps

into every

auricle and ventricle

cell and seam

free wheeling healing and making space for clarity’s gifts

heart silence is louder then mind chatter

Invasion of Privacy/ Ain’t no Shame

Image via Oprah.com

There is nothing more horrifiying, frustrating, and anxiety inducing than having your privacy violated.

In my 333 years on Earth I have been recorded without permission, stalked, had my emails hacked, and, I square to Bob, had a drone flying in my backyard.

Now the drone thing was around the holiday and could have been some man child playing with a new electronic.

I have never ever been a fan of email or social media.

Shit, to keep it 5000 I have never been a fan of computers.

The virtual mask is an especially wily one. People create stories about you and themselves and then act from this cloudy space in the real world.

Janky.

About 4-5 years ago I linked up with someone my people ALWAYS told me NOT to speak to or deal with since I was a teenager.

There is nothing like a flock of older Jamaicans who don’t like somebody.

Laughs

Shout out to y’all-I was hard headed- I am sorry.

Listen to the wise older individuals you trust in your life. They know.

Dealing with this individual cost me about $2k and who knows how much emotionally and mentally. It was the beginning of a spiral of bad vibes.

I was embarrassed, ashamed, and hurt.

I didn’t want to tell anyone for a while about all that happened – but holding on to negative emotions, thoughts, and stories is a recipe for disaster.

Things got a lot worst before they got better.

They began to get better when I sought out healthy help.

Today, as I was going through my emails his full ass name popped up on some one travel thing to redeem points (?)- just seeing his name made me want to throw up – why he would even be utilizing my email address is beyond me.

Beyond.

All that shame resurfaced but not for long- because I have the tools now to deal.

I thank God for Brené Brown because I am now unafraid to face shame.

I caught my thoughts before they spiraled – I called and spoke to the right people and have a plan of action.

Shame is the illest silencer-

DO NOT LET SHAME SILENCE YOU.

SPEAK UP.

USE YOUR VOICE.

GET ASSISTANCE.

Don’t let anyone harass you quietly behind a screen or to your face.

God didn’t give any of us a spirit of fear and anybody trying to scare you is working for the other side of things.

You feel me?

We are protected and connected.

Writer’s Note: Sir(s) this is a public request to leave me alone. It is all peace here and we would like to keep it that way.

clear skies and some sparkle

eyes to the skies

toes to the ground

don’t know who i am praying too but i believe in you

God

Transmuted Jesus

Universe

A chorus of Angels

A ratchet ass entity that chose divinity after a change of heart/ fresh start

As they prey for me and pray for me you stay with me

On this walk

This journey

Many thanks i give

eyes to the sky

toes to the ground