I tip my dreds to the Kings and Godz who walk that walk.

Boldly going forth in illusionary reality meant to make ya blow your head off.

I see you and feel you.

Will uplift you and heal you.

Be your peace and dress the wounds the world doesn't care to see.

The power of the womb is no game indeed.

Lives created and destroyed by every deed.

Casual as ya wanna be but know every stroke has potential in seed.

Don't let the bait of a moment's pleasure only set you up and steal your treasures.

Have intentions behind decision.

Stop allowing ass to cloud your vision.

As we tell our women know their worth,

I admonish you to discover yours first.

Start now, take tally, audit ya life.

This is one of many things to help us unite.

We're not each other's enemy.

Miss that trap of false pleasantries.

This system is very much a frienemy.

Only to enslave to the society.

You dictate the path you walk and we'll be the backbone, help you tote...

Ensure the load belongs to you.

Do your part, I'll do you.

I love you God.

Levels to the chocolate

White to dark...there's more a part to it.

One world order, please explain, what even does that mean to you?

Please tell me we've moved beyond issues of hues.

Multifaceted front back, side to side.

Upside down what's lacking is the U.N.I.T.Y

What we need is acknowledgement that Divine resides in the deepest realms, marriage of out and in.

Cellular multiverses...good place to begin.

Teary eyed butterfly found shelter within the black orchid. Found love from the dragon hovering over nearby.

Reigniting her will to fly.

Greater is she who saw the Light in you then transformed herself into greatness in the world.

Sometimes she's inconvenient but oh so right.

Becoming one.

Together they are one.

All elements forming one.

Respecting the all in One.

Illusions realized nah more fantasize.

Live life on purpose without fear yet be wise.

Go claim what you were meant to receive.

New year, new call.

Infinite possibilities executed beautifully messy.

"Can I Love Me?"

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Visions of love found in Darkness and Light.

The Shadow's soil so fertile for sleeping growth.

Busy soul filling time and appearing productive yet the lack of stillness runs you down.

Leaving works all for nothing.

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Sketches of your character...

Who are you, did ya choose you?

Are you formed by other's premonitions and intentions?

Step back and examine.

Make sure there's no wire tapping or soul hacking.

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Soldiering on...staying on the swivel. Don't dodge your past demons.

Make them your best weapon and confess 'em.

Transparency to thyself will set you free.

This above all will reign in the love you confess to embody.

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"Catch The Vape"

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So engorged they were with nourishing elixir.

Their heat steeped and when caressed they palpitate and weep.

That's what the very thought of you does.

Moments stolen that truly belonged to us anyway.

Matters not the stares because it's just truly envy of a love affair gone oh so right.

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We alone capture the whiff of jasmine in the breeze that nuzzles in our noses.

Hear the crackle, snap, pop of the fire pit calling to be surrounded and serenaded.

Make me sing.

I'll dance for you. Yes, watch my hips whip in syncopated measures as flames flicker.

Aye...you can tell I caught a shiver.

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We'll keep journeying on this campaign to free these needs.

Mmm no, no more teasing.

Time for the grown and sexy.

Wax, wine, whips, and whimsy.

Pull the curtains open to this bungalow.

Show them what we're working with.

After all, these are free life lessons and dare we hide our blessings?

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Kneading and rolling.

The kinetics unfolding the vapors of my Rose Shea butter enhancing by your natural musk.

Watching you lose and find yourself all at the same time.

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Reciprocity between the inner rhythm and outer workings of space.

So high, you hear my murmuring but will never see my face.

Operating on levels come, gone, and come again.

Checkers, Chess, Spades you still playing that game.

Been left the table (sigh) 🎶breathe again 🎶

Oceans far and wide of mercy but can't stay swimming in the water.

Thoughts float away on the drift.

Would one grift on naivete?

Caught up in one's own ecstasy.

Mighty hard to follow me.

Free from weeds of need of stroke the Ego.

Call it clarity.

Navigate to elevation and done it in stealth.

Claps were never needed nor stunted my wealth.

Joy bountiful manifesting ethereal visions.

To chest kept close.

Self sabotage no option nor to mass.

Thurst for information.

Thurst for empowerment.

Gains are not to stifle but give resources for a chance.

Communities must have respect for one another.

Recognizing the gifts we all offer to each other.

Academia can envelop the street intellectual.

Benefitting attributes between two worlds.

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Beautiful black orchids fragrant and strong.

You are like Spanish Fly to many.

Seducing all year round on a whim dressed in your regalia of greens, yellows, and purples.

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First impressions thoughtful with the innocence of a child.

Yeah everything Mystikal and supernatural...growing wild.

Star seeds pollinating all around.

There are plenty of us.

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Some not as black and deep as they claim to be.

Each in their own uniqueness has the spectrum of a rainbow through a prism with a common shade of black somewhere within.

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When you look at me do you see me as a black orchid?

Do you notice the shape of my lips and how they stand out like the petals of the flower?

Would you recognize an authentic Black Orchid if you've encountered one?

Many claim to have them in their Garden.

Have you ever really encountered one with your own eye?

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When all your senses are activated, you've inhaled my essence.

Though some think I am is just a myth.

Careful in how you pluck me for examination.

There are unseen threats in the tall grass but my flower is most certainly worth the audacity.

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True story of house arrangement gone left.

Revisited written work from my past found in The Unseen Clown. Available on Lulu, Amazon, Barnes&Noble, or directly from me. Just Google, it's everywhere.

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If I had the chance to do it over again...

A beginning of a soul searching question asked ions ago and ions to come.

Rocking slowly back and forth encapsulated by hues of maroon captured in soft leather

I meditate looking upon the multicolored multifaceted lights that illuminate the midnight quarters.

Twas the sweetest pain to groom me for this moment in time.

When sequence of events fire off like a choreographed pyro display on Independence.

There truly is I AM

She punches through eternity and makes known I AM

I speak out boldly without chastisement calling all things back to me that I release.

Though knowing the rain falls on the just and unjust.

Honored to walk with the rays on my face never to be forced nor have the taste for backdoor dealing.

Received are the fruits of toils to continue to pay forward.

Not for the seen eye but for the receptive heart.

To those who've been loved, are love, or searching for love.

You get that Spirit when and if their heart ceases, you gleefully transfer your breath.

Trade mortality for immortal.

We were running through the high grass peppered with sunflowers and lilac.

You took my hand and we were flying without growing tired.

Poodle skirt and cashmere top, ya had to be late teens.

I regressed back to a small fray yet grown peering from the exterior.

Ring around the rosie with just two.

My tears stream down but you use your thumbs to wipe them away.

What a smile you shined.

No audible words spoken.

No need.

To venture to the Hinterland of the Ancestral Plane from the comfort of my bed.

Perhaps I was just at the lip.

Love does not die.

Breach the program and release the nanotubes.

We've been here before for the first time.