(Practicing) Seva

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Drawn and Quartered, You cut the rope,

Now I take cautious steps toward hope,

I hope to be brave, I hope to keep curious,

Puzzle pieces connecting to beauty so endless,

Constellations of events lie behind and ahead of me,

But I will never forget what you said to me,

“Connect, it’s not hard, embrace the O/other and be embraced,

You have the right to ask questions, It’s going to be okay,

You’re not alone, me too,

When everything is fakakta nourish yourself and others with good food.”

 

 

Figures

This poem is inspired by my time living in the inner city of St. Louis, witnessing the election and presidency of Barack Obama, the fabulousness that is RuPaul and the movie “Hidden Figures”

 

Carrot oil,

Obscured stars and soil,

Country Roads,

Cars filled with smoke.

 

Bass and pork fried rice,

Boss and humble pie,

Brave, beyond our years,

Beige and cocoa tears.

 

“Believe” “in yo weave” “in something beautiful”

Believe, in your dreams, transforming dull into delightful.

Yes.

You.

Can.

 

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Midsummer

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Artist: Helena Nelson ReedΒ 

 

Powdered ivory ice sky clay,

Rolling pin clouds, reveal the day,

An inhale, a moment, of post storm peace,

An inhale, a moment, of harmony achieved,

Now, diamond drops of dew,

Frame lily petals of royal citrus maroon,

We exhale our in/finitude,

Like burning sun, reflective moon.

Heroine’s Journey: Part 1

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Swallowing you whole your lover devoured you and spat you out in pieces each new day

In recesses of depths you were convinced you had lost the way,

Your fingertips and lips

grasped at embers while casually speaking of abyss,

The falling star sinkhole that your faith became,

The opal moonlight obscures and illuminates

The wobbly cobblestone labyrinth

The languid last breath and rushed first kiss

The dusk of uncertainty

Dawn’s constant reliable profundity,

All wrapped in soft white leather,

Bound in belief of something β€˜better’

Choirs of cascading notes cocoon

Seeds, Small feet, Planted, big shoes,

Lead and follow, same dance, branch to root

Dear Estranged Adoreah

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What truth

Are you rising to?

Awe filled lungs, watery sky,

Are you floating in or passing by?

Do you trust your breath?

Or do you only worry about the next?

Who taught you? Who cares?

Forgettable lesson, fiery endless stairs,

To step off remind yourself of transition, pause,

Steps already learned, applause,

You are river, cloud and song,

You are wind, perfect subjective combination

Day 30: NaPoWriMo (Things That Happen Again and Again)

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Sun sets, moon rises,

New day, new lives begin,

To seek peace, there must be war,

There will always be rich, there will always be poor,

Those who celebrate and those who mourn,

Those with strength and those meek,

Those righteous hungry and thirsting,

The O/other, the same,

A line, a lie, a name,

The truth is a circle and we sit around the bonfire and sing,

We raise our voices to nothing and it’s everything,

Nothing is everything,

We will be free,

When we can see,

The line between you and me,

Arbitrary,

Blessed are the ignorant,

Blessed be the skeptic,

For theirs is the kin-dom of heaven.