snow is exquisitely beautiful
when it is fresh, it dazzles like rhinestones
rivaling water droplets on a spider’s web
snow is pristine before we make steps in it
she brings a magic
replicated by nothing else
refreshing, enlightening, revitalizing
she changes the ambiance of air and field
nothing changes a day as fast as pristine white snow
Our bodies were celebrities, before we knew fame
Privacy was a luxury, stolen from our innocence,
Our curves measured, scrutinised by envy,
Scales became friends without the empathy,
Put under a microscope, our bodies criticised for growing,
A black girls body, becomes front page news -
The buzzword they religiously used, ‘fast’ as if it were choice
Shamed for being curvy, yet paying for our shape to be replicated,
They instil hate, to make us shrink -
Just for them to showcase the bodies they claim to ‘hate’
Stealing credit, and robbing the spotlight
The aim of their game, was to install shame -
To feel better, for not being naturally shaped
Paper reviews and media highlights,
No protection, just unwanted exposure,
Contracts signed without our permission,
To showcase our bodies, like we are caged animals
Turned into a circus, to point and laugh at,
To hide the fact, that they wish they were black,
Their skin green, with the envy of our blackness -
Projecting hate in disguise of jealousy,
Trapped in a state of constant sadness,
For not living up to an image they worked hard to perfect
Our bodies, were just caught in the crossfires of their anger
Hiranyagarbha or the cosmic egg,
God first in duality created,
womb of creation, within which we beg
for enlightenment that’s long awaited.
God’s seed is everywhere replicated,
so He is in us and we are in Him,
which we know not since our soul’s eye is dim
but if we are still we can recognise,
the light that lights all lights, as a bliss hymn,
transforming our heart and making us wise.
Born from the sun's ancient kiss,
A gift wrapped in golden brown bliss,
I carry the stories of ancestors proud,
Their strength echoing clear and loud.
Melanin flowing through my veins,
Like rivers of cocoa after the rains,
Each shade a testament to divine design,
From ebony deep to honey wine.
They tried to dim this sacred light,
But stars were born to shine so bright,
My skin holds wisdom, holds the grace
Of those who paved this sacred space.
The richest hues I've ever seen,
Caramel dreams and coffee streams,
All wrapped up in melanin's gleams.
This glow cannot be replicated,
This beauty will not be imitated,
For every freckle, every mark
Tells stories that light up the dark.
I am the sunrise, I am the earth,
I celebrate this blessed birth,
This melanin that makes me whole,
This radiant, unbreakable soul.
Let my skin sing its ancient song,
Of survival, of being strong,
Of beauty that cannot be denied,
This melanin glow, my source of pride.
Arisen, she tumbled into a dream which, replicated a
memory of one previously.
Uncertain and still, like the tiptoe of a newborn finch on the
branch, a world of chaos lay before her.
The only certainty was the risk itself.
The tree loses its leaves but stands tall, embedded within its
roots.
She took a tumble; the sudden reality of a harsh end
ironically, saved her from it.
Fly away new homebird.
Our roots will stay strong forever. Do not be afraid to fall...
We will catch you, always
She reflects us,
In body and soul,
Our marital love and struggles,
shaped her emotions and dreams.
In the early years, she was the pupil of our eyes,
She was the lovely princess in our little castle,
We floated together with care bears on white silky clouds,
We flew together with Mary Poppins million times.
Her aches and pains always seemed like ours,
Her tears of joy and frustration always replicated in our eyes.
Her sorrow and setbacks together we dared,
Her laughter and happiness happily we shared.
Her ambitions and adventures, we always encouraged,
Her mistakes and teenage isolations, we willingly ignored,
Her goals in life, we always stood behind,
She is our daughter and will remain our love for the rest of our life
From way down in "Bama"
Stirring echoes of Big Mama
A thunderous storm that brewed from the Deep South
Each word could be felt when it left her mouth
With her immense presence, showmanship, and confidence
She would capture the hearts and minds of her audience
She stood tall, shoulder to shoulder amongst the sultans of Blues
She didn't have to put on airs 'cause she stood comfortably in her shoes
A woman, a beautiful black woman oozing with creativity and soul
In her kitchen, she took lemons and made pitcher after pitcher of sweet lemonade that she always served cold
Oh, Big Mama you brought that good medicine to the soul when you sang
You bellowed melodies that reached up and tugged on heartstrangs
Oh, Big Mama I see ya' cookin' with your horn, too
Blowin', just blowin' so beautifully as only a few can do
You were so good that some felt a need to copy you and steal your money
Shameful shadowy expressions of a "Hound Dog" depraved music industry
Never to be replicated or duplicated
One of one, you were, but still, you're often imitated
From way down in "Bama"
Stirring echoes of Big Mama
spine is a seamless energy implant
living harp which has thirty three strings
instrument upon which Divine Mother plays
surreal ethereal hypnotic music of the spheres
amplified by the three layered hollow flute within
magically contouring all octaves of energies
plotting the path of crystallisation of light
holographically replicated in each cell
as the rhythm of God’s heartbeat
as one becomes two
and two become one again ~
our truth has no name
red petals bloom wild
against replicated leaves
Christmas hue with pride
Sine Wave replicated the Hand whistle, a drum and
bass and tremble guitar fused with a funky mix of
in opposition tothe fella's camped further in the distance.
There a banjo and fiddle were played while a crooner
serenaded the dust clouds kicked up the drunken
cowpokes.
While the Elders sleep or were to drunk to refuse them
wise mid twentyish people grabbed instruments and
went into the barn and began to
fuse there style
with sounds that were never heard before. A member
of the orchestra used his influence to
convince these busy hard working people
to make time to get together
and create music. The way music needs to be appreciated.
Night hides the meanest of day
but moring tell the true story
if she'll go
or if she'll stay
Regional flavors
Capsicum Annuun
Hot Peppers and Milk
Pizzicato wash your hands
begore you pull
them strang's
Headdresses and Cowboy hats
Hazing a Tenderfoot
Trust is a padlock with a unique key. Once that key is lost, the padlock cannot be opened, even if a new key is crafted. The original key's distinct shape and resonance cannot be replicated. Forced entry will only damage the lock further, leaving scars that can never be fully erased."
verdent valley has a refreshing feel
I am invigorated and renewed
my soul feels cleansed by the cold grass
I sit low, looking at the individual blades
the color is fascinating, God’s color
replicated in the leaves of a walnut tree
and the healthy balls of her fruits
spectacular colors that wake me up
and make me feel alive and joyful
The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you ~ Rumi
Pouring forth from the light in her eyes, I see my heart spilling salty tears – they glisten, then subside. Where she’s been, my heart can only imagine. She’s still here, but her heart is fully confounded. Her dreams have become much more than just old baggage. Her light has been stunned by the temptation to just let go of her hope and crawl into some bottle or into some drug. She is wise, though. Wiser than they give her credit for. I can see, in her eyes, the reflection of a story brought to life through hope. Hope for a purpose. Hope for a new dawn. Hope that leaves her victorious, even when all her fight has gone. Pouring forth from the light in her, I see the wonder of a love more alive than I’ve ever known. This is the love only God could have replicated inside of her.
story of a heart
songs twisted into lessons,
breathing spirit beats
As the cold
Chills me
I drift
Into the abyss
of amazement and wonder
Never to be replicated.
INTENTION
transcendent
dynamic
turbulent
consolation
overlooking
tonal
varitions&
possibilities
a
disjunctive
predictions
in a
discrete
prescence
to
diminish
&
completely
eliminate
the
infinite
though
charming
&
original
stay
unappreciated
surreal
feelings
exposed
in
wing words
of
replicated
writing
reinvented
&
configured
then
liberated
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