The Meek, The Sinner, The Believer

The Meek, The Sinner, The Believer

One Nation Under God, and the Pursuit of Happiness has been lost in this world we call society.

The world is slowly cruising to hell. Sinner’s flip of a coin landing on tails, fire pit one could only tell.

The Meek, paradise they shall seek. The Believer who held on to the promise, even through the pain and grief.

Are the days gone where we feel compassion for one another? In need, we comfort each other, but not to emotional smother.

It doesn’t matter what hue of the mother. We all seem to have divided ourselves, no more coming together.

Is the only way to get relief from our daily strife to take a last breath? Leaving behind pain, tears, and possession of material wealth.

We must find a way, people, to respect each other and learn to get along. We’re all on earth, singing the same old tired song. Therefore, how long will treacherous greed, deceitfulness, and loathe continue on?

My God, I can ...

I’M IN LOVE WITH A HANDSOME VAMPIRE

I’m in love with a handsome vampire
Loving the fangs of his throbbing desire
He steals my emotions nightly, after suckling my emotions out of me so rightly, while he’s holding me so tightly
Sunlight comes, I’m only a primitive illusion of his imagination
Weakening me into a state of carnal damnation

Dreads of silk layering the velvet sheets of my bed
Caressing my skin as if we were immortal newlyweds
Moonlight bathing our bodies in its entwinement
He knows I won’t run, I’m his only erotic assignment
Loving me, hypnotizing me, enrapturing me in the height of sheer pleasure
No love greater to measure

On land or sea, he always calls out to me
In this century
Feeling the trance of his mystery
A true Casanova infamous in history
Did I say
He’s the predator and I’m the prey
Intoxicating love but God I can’t walk awa...

Immortal Silhouettes

Under the silk tide in moonlit haze

I whisper your name where comets blaze

My soul reborn in sanctified dreams

Our spirit finds refuge deep within cosmic seams

Celestial flame begins to surmise

Gaia breathes through ancient skies

Through rivers wide and clouds so high

You are my truth, the whispers of my lullabies

Aquarian waves around me softly flow

A crown of light bestowed

Your touch, like dawn, upon my supple skin

Awakens desires I hold within

I ascend through waters, crowned by the sky

A Nubian Goddess born where stars reply

In every breath, your soul I softy trace

My temple, rhythm, pulse, and place

You move through me like sacred air

A vow I wear, a prayer I bear

Your voice floats beneath my sea

It stirs the galaxy inside of me

In the halo of my chasm, you reign, my mythic King

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What About Us (Reparations)

To heal continental nations
Could never bring back the horrific sorrows unto my skin with monetary reparations
Shall my mind turn away from the greed of man 
Who dipped their shovels within our sacred land

Paid us no wages for labor to dig for their gold, diamonds with our bare hands
Raped the minerals from under our feet where we stand
We were the original Kings and Queens of the Motherland, our knees prayed on the bed of sand
Our eyes have seen the atrocities carried out by man’s plans

Once upon a time our water poured from the great Springs to drink
Civil unrest, outcries, pollution of noise, barren to the mind to simply think
There is peace if you dare not blink
Apartheid driven land riddled with blood stains entrenched the soil
No vegetation to stimulate crop growth, as bodies harvest everyday as their duress took its toil

Your media exploit our younger generation kids crying...

Incantation Of My Soul

The melodic elements always harken to thy ears when the universe chimes
It always pours the fastest rings the loudest when blending with the sands of time
My mind is alert yet attentive attuned fortified when at rest
A blessed one not to bow down to the pitfalls of reality only to have love keep me centered a chromatic wondrous soul making my heart melt

It is a rarity to see extraordinary minds not tied into life by Gordian knots
Hate degrading fostering deceptive plots

I am the rhythm and the reason behind the sultry introduction of who I am
A person once in my presence if you are not holding my hand will never come to understand
I wait for no one I make my future I trail my path I follow my own shadow and sit lay stand as I please
Bathing in your intellect orbiting your heart just as soft as a caressing gentle breeze

No excuses of me It would deem untrue Never have I marginalized lies
God orda...

The Ancestral Mechanics of Vodou

The Rite, the Tools, the Spirits, the Workers
To reclaim our rite, we must correct the confusion that colonizers created. They blurred lines on purpose. They mislabeled us on purpose. They twisted our cosmology on purpose.
Vodou is not Hoodoo. Vodou is not witchcraft. Vodou is not paganism.
These systems are not the same.

Vodou
Vodou is a religion. A structured ancestral cosmology with:
Loa Houngan Mambo Hounsi Hountogi Ogan Sacred Chants Ceremonial dances Possession rites Ancestral offerings Ritual altars Cosmic alignment
Vodou is West African spiritual science carried through the Middle Passage and reborn in Haiti.

Keep in mind, the spelling 'voodoo' is the Americanized Hollywood, colonial spelling created to: mock, demonize, sensationalize, distort, misrepresent the real religion.

 
Hoodoo
Hoodoo is not a religion. It is folk magic.

Defining the History of Sainthood: Reclaiming the Rite They Forced Into Darkness

I. Before the Chains: The Supreme Knowledge of Our People

Before the ships. Before the branding irons. Before the names were stolen. Before the languages were broken.

Our people lived inside Supreme Knowledge.

We did not just “practice religion.” We embodied cosmology.

• Music was frequency work.

• Dance was energy movement.

• Ceremony was ancestral technology.

• The third eye was natural sight.

• Chakras were born in us, not taught to us.

• Spirit was not distant, it was present, breathing, walking.

We were not “primitive.” We were cosmic.

We were not “superstitious.” We were supreme.

We were not “lost.” We were aligned.

This was the world before the chains.

II. The Colonial System: How Catholicism Was Used to Hide Our Rite

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Thief Of Hearts

He stole my prized possession
With no regard of my feelings or hesitation
He knew that was my leverage for obsession
Return it please give it back
How it was stolen is enough to send the mind totally out of whack

Now I have no defense of attack while basking in pleasure my carnal shared snacks
This robbery has derailed me completely off track

My priceless jewel in life to admire
My secret weapon for a mind to succumb under its fire and desire
Gemologists couldn’t place a price tag on the item to thoroughly acquire
Report has been filed
Given an inch took a mile
To take what does not belong to you is considered a crime

You will now do the time
It will be more than paying any hefty fine

I do have your number
I will haunt your body while at rest and in slumber
It’s not over as it would seem
How does it feel to wake up each night from a...

A Whisper To Gaia

Aquarian Water rises not from rivers, or  by the roaring of the seas
But from the quiet sanctum
I carry in my spirit

It pours in silver arcs unbound unclaimed
A celestial tide that answers only to the sky

Tonight the Moon enters shadow
And the Sun holds his golden breath
Between them
Earth becomes the keeper of their ancient conversation

I stand in that hush daughter of wind
Bearer of water
Keeper of the unseen currents that move beneath thought

My lineage taught me that eclipses are not endings, but unveilings
Moments when the cosmos leans close enough
To whisper truth into the bones of women
Who know how to listen

So I drape the mirrors to quiet reflection
Light the blue flame to steady emotion
And place salt at the door to honor the boundary
Between what enters and what must remain outside

Aquarian Water flows through me
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When The Moon Enters Shadow: A Partial Lunar Eclipse Reflection Across Sky And Spirit

A partial lunar eclipse is never just an astronomical event.
It is a moment when the sky pauses, when the Sun and Moon exchange their ancient vows through the quiet body of the Earth.

The Sun stands in its golden stillness, the Moon drifts into the soft cradle of shadow, and for a breath in time, light becomes memory and memory becomes revelation.

Across cultures, eclipses have always carried a hush, a sacred pause and in my Creole and Haitian heritage, this hush is not fear, but reverence.

It is a time when the women within my culture, my famly, must step into our ancestral roles as keepers of balance, protectors of the home, and guardians of spiritual clarity.

During any eclipse, we adopt what our elders call sacred pleasantries, gentle practices meant to honor the sky and steady the spirit.

We do not call upon darkness.
We do not summon shadow.
We simply acknowledge that the cosmos is shiftin...