Tag: metamorphosis
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For the Love of
Part 1 Water and Earth, the heavens song, Water and Earth, the whole of this worlds wonders in your eyes Mrs. Jones keeping up with her best lives and highest destinies; Water and Earth, the heavens song, water and earth Part 2 Sweet honey and banana slices, little bits of love; sunshine come her way,…
Our Green (Green) Life
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The Rage Is A Womxyn In Love With Her Self (Version 38)
What do you do when folks that s’posed to protect you say die Part 1 Roll of Dice more sides than the standard cause these human men 1-6 or more Orisha reference(s) in the penning threat(s) of violence pending reverence ain’t protection an oracle once but then ongoing loving you is a gamble Part 2…
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Bang Drums as Steps and Stones

Bang drums as steps and stones Vision yourself as brimming with abundance manifesting brilliance this fire is alive there is no compromise to be made in a world that would kill you for the smallest infraction do not allow yourself the complacency of an apathetic existence burn with the brightness of an unapologetic excellence collect…
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Once Upon A Time My Heart Was Scattered Into A Thousand Pieces.

Once upon a time my heart was scattered into a thousand pieces. Shards of glass, glimmers of fire, small hypotheticals of storms. These stolen things, away from myself and given to others, always searching for the next elation. Always searching for the next person who could and would grapple with their littlest piece as if…
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Lightnin’ Emotions // (I Was Mistaken)

In the beginning there was instantaneous curiosity and the flash bang of energies. There was magnetism, lightning. Listening to words, poems became water songs and currents of connectivity raged forth. Attempting to collect, the intentionality was unknown beyond intuition, beyond the pleasures of listen. He once said, maybe this is how you cry. Poems, crafted…
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