"He Knows This Is For Him.. Always"

"He Knows This Is For Him.. Always"

Stealing his heart              
He had me at a sweet disadvantage            
When he blazed the celestial element of time              
Riding into my life on a dream              
           
Whispering ancient secrets of old              
Migrating my mind in and out of time              
Glimpsing into the hidden depth of his cerebral cortex              
Drawing me in with tender peeks of imaginings              
             
Shifting through his aspirations              
Taking ho...

The Temptation Of Immortality (Lilith) The Rebirth Of A Queen

Lilith
There are words circulating in the dark underworld of your arrival my Angelic Queen        
We know of the Heavenly Seer who has the power to fulfill the Waterloo’s divine dreams        
You are an embryo to the dark world you have fallen from the energy of Mother Nature’s Earth        
Within your Darkness, the Queens of Hades will speak to you before your rebirth        
        
I am the beginning, the fable false theological books have departed, I am the chosen woman of ancient time        
Placed in the Garden of Eve unto Allah’s first man, allow history for me to unwind
Adam, he once caressed my skin, and we made such wicked love near the Tree of Knowledge and upon my bosom he slurped the sweeten elixir betwixt the drips of passion from the l...

The Architecture Of Power

We celebrate generative images, generative video, and generative audio for the joy they bring to our lives, but have we ever asked whether the systems that create them carry their own parallel history, their own deeper purpose beneath the surface, their own existence below the veil.

I. My Whispering Opening To Awoken Eyes
I am not here to direct belief. I am offering a quiet angle some readers may have already felt in their own private thoughts. Power moves in ways most of us never see, and sometimes the structures built around us serve purposes we are never told. What we accept as ordinary often carries layers that were never meant for public eyes.

II. The Unnamed Machinery
Across the world, vast facilities hum beneath the surface of our digital lives. They consume water, electricity, and silence in equal measure. Their public purpose is well defined. Storage. Processing. Connection. Yet their scale and placement ra...

Dream Weaver II (Are We Still Connected)

The echoes of ignorance my mind always unfurls
Soaring to the skies like a Red Cardinal bird
I like it so much better up here
No more pain, and no more tears
Revelation 21:4
The moon my Chakras take me to when I need peace to seep from my pores

Down below
Hell, tall stacks daily blows
People walking around without a care
Popping pills, anxiety-driven, pulling out their hair
Mentality diminished from the thirty-day cycle
This is to be true, ask the Archangel Michael

Systematically designed, not giving the brain cells time to regenerate
Anger, depression, and an empty purse, yet bills can’t wait, cannot even debate
Bills, rent, 5K radiation leakage throughout erected towers
Global minds held ransom with GB cell phone increasing power

Will it get easier
Unfortunately, it will be sleazier
Will our hopes and dreams become brighter
No, you either sin...

Reborn In A Womb Of Darkness

Have you ever closed your eyes and peeked through the gateway of time
The body here, suspended mind
Witnessing the magnification of constellations, unknown presence not of your kind

Conventional aspirations, intellectual awareness you share
Unto its own divination you are not here or there

Knowledgeable by the stars, sacred scrolls meeting upon a planetary
Converging spirituality of entwined mysteries in the covenant of earth’s disciplinary

The heart granted to pulsate in sync
Within the cosmic allegiance, psyches unlocked in the sanctioned third eye to think

Escaping in the throne of darkness, devoid of earthly sounds
Entering a sphere of evil and goodness battleground

Separatism of souls not aligned with the gifts of the ascending spirits
Fate and destiny, the evolution of reawakening, plays into the cathedral of Karma’s lyrics

DNA coded from the stem cells determines who you we...

On Top Of My Moon

To my ancestors, my mind has traveled as I look down on ancient segments from Egypt and the messiah pulled from the depth of the Blue Lagoon
A once upon a time has come and gone too soon
I sat in the pews my head silently bent in prayer and wondered how your aching feet traveled through snow, water, mud
Traveling by the North Star to find the answer to conditional love
Hues of sunbathed skin sold on chopping blocks

In the final breaths of begging in the asunder from family, forced in exile from our nature to sow the earth of their crops
Asking where the Creator was, to turn the captors’ heart to stone without a key to unlock
God did you hear their hymns when freedom died on crying lips before it was ever born
Generations still are disarrayed under the political abuse from the Jim Crow’s scorn
My history is entangled with whips and chains
Given in captive a plantation name

Echoes of reminiscence...

Sex With Me Is So Amazing

Sex with me is so amazing

Hey, I’m just Paraphrasing

However, I was listening to the artist, Rihanna singing this song

As the song kept plugging along

Not meaning to come on too strong

With respect do not get me wrong

I’ve often wondered, is sex of the body more powerful than sex of the mind

And no, I do not have a feminist ax to grind

I will choose my words on this topic and remain kind

Well, at best that I can

From my perspective related to this issue between woman and man

Making love to the female body its erotic, it’s pleasurable, and certainly it’s thrilling

But once nature’s release has been prefilled

The mind needs a dose of endorphins to be instilled

Are you still with me on that concept

I’m speaking for me who needs the combined effect

SEX WITH ME IS SO AMAZING

With someone capable of emotional grazing

Incorporating Realism Within The Darkness Of The Mind (Part II)

This journal required me to step out of my comfort zone and give credence to the originality of its merit. I have always stood by my creed that the mind is a terrible thing to squander, and the heart is an organ that requires the gift of love.

My convictions in life are rooted in accepting everyone’s core values and offering insight as civilization would accept their presence. Yet what happens when your faith, your belief, and everything you deem spiritual as necessary for survival is tested. Do you claim your honor, do you assume your outlook is the path to the light, or do you learn to acknowledge and teach.

I am venturing into Forensic Psychology at a Masters Degree level. This subfield of psychology involves applying psychological knowledge and methods to civil and criminal legal questions. My professional credentials will grant me access to conduct screenings and assessments on inmates, consult with attorneys and advocates, converse with prison staff and ju...

Deliverance

In this day and age, yes, mankind is the only destroyer from the food we eat (Death Merchants) to the manmade poisons we digest for medical elements, to the propaganda spewing from the media that disables our brain cells from thinking on our own.

Most able bodies among the world’s vast population today have concerns about dying when we should look forward to spiritual rebirth. We worry about materialistic gains in life we can never take to our resting places once our last breath is taken of this earthly life.

The greater good of humanity’s fortune is always found in the four chambers of the heart: Kindness, Courage, Love, and Spiritual Awareness. Once those elements are tapped into as the heart takes its circulating oxygenated beats, the dynamics of your aura will be a force to reckon with. In my line of nursing, time is always the crucial component to breathe, or the expiration when it no longer ceases to exist.

It still dismays me how we find peace w...

The Soft Collapse Of Balance

There’s a hush beneath the moment, a slant inside the hemisphere

An unbalance slowly folding though no one knows, but its loud to ears, to eyes, crystal clear

A quiet kind of teeter, a sway without a sound

The circle starts its breaking while my sacred spirit holds its ground

Respect remains unbroken, but the silhouette shared has thinned

Some words tumble heavy in the silence and cannot be gathered in

Some truths fall profoundly in the stillness, leaving shadows not meant for me

Certain confessions shift the balance in ways that cannot be unspoken or unseen

So, I lift my quiet waters I let my presence drift away

I fly where peace is present and old echoes cannot stay

For thoughts that turn to �...