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candles in half circle leaves underfoot incense burns and wafts above night sky looks downward, casts light of star and shadow of moon shed clothes lay crumpled in dark grass skin gleams and glows in light of candle and smoke of incense blessing sage drifts and billows around tapers music entwines with heart and soul and dancing feet bare body leaps and twirls and pushes through the darkness alive floral scarves float and twist and dance around the limbs running ever sunwise, ever gathering, ever drumming energy washes over sense and time and spirit air fire water earth together, grounded, connected, enmeshed feet pound through nature's floor and hands rise towards goddess skies heart opens to raised flowing energies words spit of devotion and peace and healing lips adulate the oneness of all inner flower unfolds to receive blessings of goddess all this is for good all this is for peace all this is for well-being As Above, So Below Bl...

I been living my life all wrong. Looking at my past I see it’s time to make some changes. All these years I been doing things wrong. Baby when I think of you and me I can’t wait to see changes. Changes that will bring us closer Closer in miles and closer to your heart, It’s time I start doing things right After all these years I been doing myself wrong. It’s time I start doing me right. After all the days I’ve been gone, I need to make time to do you right. One night at a time, one day at a time, One memory at a time, it’s time to do us right.

Isolated for my ability,  then  shoved away like a wind-up doll. Look up  the movie   Trick Baby.  The dinner scene.   That  shut up and sing   talk will not fly. “You should sing jazz.”  That's one thing I like but it doesn't fill up my heart. “You should sing opera.”  I do but where I live people only care about beer,  zydeco  &football. She shall not  fetch and step it. “You should be famous.”  Gee thanks, have you recommended my work to anyone? Shared/reposted my videos?  “You don’t look like a singer.”  You mean I don't look wealthy or I'm not a skinny blonde with a tan that's way too dark and implants where I'm already blessed with sizeable peach? Gee thanks . “Black people sing opera?”  Why yes. There are many  classical black voices  that get passed over for being too dark, not a big enough name...and they become  the many unheard that get carted out for the month of ...

Reading the books that simply line shelves Imprisoned in your home, your body Observing the world, learning the futility of certain fights Being told what to do with money I barely make by people who are so rich it’s confusing and surreal Stepping away from corrupt figures seeking only to use you, then stifle your voice and push someone who’s more palatable just because they’re white Getting strong, defiant and purified Becoming a dancer in a jar A singer in a box

Why is each step such a laden sluggish struggle? Please let the road to destiny be pleasant. Let vibrant thumps sound from the organ that lies within me. Let lights within the trees twinkle at nighttime. Let a moist thick air form film around my skin. Let despair nor obligation ever hold me. Let the king's throne crack in tiny shards and pieces. Let his crown dislodge and roll in a puddle. Let the wolf be vegetarian despite his wolfish culture. Let him partake of carrots with the rabbits. Let my head never grow too crowded and let sanity stay within sight. Let all the highways slowly float away. For I'm tired of all the motors metal contraptions with endless parts axles belts and wires and wheels and pullies, that keep carrying us further apart. They just carry us further apart. Let our journies meet once more. Let me find you at the crossroads, And there we will embrace as when we parted.

Let me plant a garden in between the hair follicles on your legs Cultivate tendrils and wisps of baby leaves Coax green sprouts from the insides of the backs of your knees "Grow towards the light" I whisper to them softly "If you're not sure where it is, just look up"