Posted in Forgotten writings, lost and found, New Work, Poetry, Uncategorized

Nightmares (Chasing Freedom)

Our fears only chase us

in our dreams…

And so we call them nightmares,

beasts of the dark

that gallop along craggy shores

of wasteland with no end…

And us, believing we can’t escape,

not realizing our captivity

lives only in our brilliant minds.

Yet still, we run –

Chasing the freedom we’re running from.

Hoofbeats of shadow

fade into new day’s dawn…

And still,

their thunder

clouds the brazen horizon

of our visions of day.

Our terrors only torture us

from our nightmares.

 

Written 12 February 2019
Posted in Blurb, Forgotten writings, lost and found, New Work, Poetry, Uncategorized

[Poetry] – Fabled Enigma

I am poetry.

I am curves and swirls

letters and words and sentences

and action…

I am language

of both the unspoken

and the talk told.

I am stories

and I am legend.

I am writer

but also reader,

I am traveler

and also vehicle.

I am fact

in all its fable,

I am craft

I am creator.

I am versamilitude

I am intangible

enigma.

 

Written 07 February 2019
Posted in Blurb, Forgotten writings, lost and found, New Work, Poetry, Uncategorized

Light Feels Heavy

But I’m not ready to come down yet –

and I’m not ready to launch this next rocket, either…

I just need a transitional lift,

one that elevates me to the space where

I can’t tell up from down,

and light feels heavy…

Where I’m just meandering

and solitude is a friend.

Floating peaceably along;

reality’s edges soft and glowing,

and me just a wisp

of smoke, and warmth, and knowing.

 

Written 02 February 2019
Posted in Forgotten writings, lost and found, New Work, Poetry, Uncategorized

Soul Mirrors

I don’t search for failings in people,

those make themselves evident without prompting…

No, what I look for

are the hidden attributes

that make them unique,

humanly imperfect.

Flaws are attractive,

only in that

they refuse to hide themselves from others,

and so they force their owners

to accept them rather than trying

to change them.

It is in this acceptance of different,

this admonition of ego,

that I find the soul of a person.

It is where courageous change lives.

Those that embrace their personal truths,

no matter how painful,

are powerfully secure

in their understanding of self.

And it is in these people

I search for the elusive fragments

of the mirrors

that echo the reflections

of my soul.

 

Written 19 January 2019

NuBeing

Wisps of soul memory

flicker through flames of indigo.

Frequencies elevate;

Echoes of wavelength

heighten the potentiality hidden

within,

that shine through persona

like the fiery hues

of my unique pigment

immersed in the sun’s rays.

Threads of old soul

lace through the fiber of my new being.

My royalty is humble,

its raiment a bejeweled aura

adorning my crown;

Upon a quiet eye without sight

opened by its own perceived vision –

my dreams never let me forget

who my ancestry was…

My state of being

thrumming with the kindred awareness

of matrilineal Nubian vibrations.

 

Written 27 November 2018