moon dancing

let’s go dancing on the moon

all by ourselves

moving and grooving to the vibration of the stars

catching stardust between our toes

let’s jump from galaxy to galaxy

sky trip above the clouds

and take a lunar expedition

let’s see if there are really any other people out there

in the universe who believe in being free

dancing on the moon with no gravity to hold us down

seeing earth at a distance

from God’s view

let’s go dancing on the moon

all by ourselves

moving and grooving

to the vibration

of

the

stars…

day #22

and this is for my sisters

who have buried countless dreams and realities

never given birth to children and aborted all of their seedlings

buried underground in winter

my sisters

who have walked away from hope because they had no other choice

the ones who stayed because they did

settling for less than they deserved

this is for my sisters

who have put their voices on the shelf

waiting for someone to speak in their behalf

because they are not whole

subjecting themselves to other people’s visions

and demanding nothing in return

my sisters

who are nameless

faceless

ageless

but not helpless

my sisters

Earth Day

Earth Day

a poem about the earth...

Day #18...poetics

word and sound

life and love

giving and receiving

connecting and separating

near and distant

alike and opposite

old and new

spirits and souls

bodies converging and complementing

minds exploding and melting

brevity and longevity

full and empty

forgiving and reliving

poetics

I Wish...

Day #16

I wish that I could dance across the page

like my words do…

with no thought beforehand or reasoning why

floating effortlessly line upon line

just living and breathing life from ink

from beginning to end

enveloping grace and speaking truth

at anytime

freely…

Day #13 Haiku

evolving quickly

to another way of life

will lead to freedom

#23

i’m #23 on the list
sitting in a room filled with a curious vibe…
an eclectic group consisting of the types of men that normal women run away from
it’s a creepy crowd of various hues
awaiting the stage
among this malevolent bunch
some of them smell real bad
but everyone has something to say
their words are fire
their songs are heaven
and i’m #23 on the list
at this open mic…
where only the hour hand on the clock
moves

Day #8

Ocean Queen
finding her place in the sun
sitting on her throne in the sand…
relaxing on the shore
unafraid of the high tide
she casts her prayers on the waters...
and returns to her place of reign
awaiting God’s answers.

the night the dance died

the night the dance died

bruised feet stepping lightly over paved floors

cold tiles sending spine tingling waves of electricity through the body

keeping the beat to the rhythm of the melody

high praise with extended limbs and fallen arches on releve

toes tagged on the slab of betrayal...

the night the dance died

mingling words of half-truth and untruth

roots of bitterness weaving their way between the threads of the soul

unknown entities telling stories entitled with sorrow...

the night the dance died

whispering in the dark

falling in line in broken patterns

one by one

two by two

stifled in its breath and unable to rise..

the night the dance died

no more songs of joy

only a colorful façade lights the way

before the last stanza repeats

dreaming of itself and imagining

the journey beyond...

the night the dance died

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Day #7

Awakening
on the eve of something better…
an old thing always passes away
as we cry and grieve what was
bury the dead
and scatter the ashes
we come to realize that what we really miss
was what we only thought we had
and bask in the memories of an illusion
filled with created imagery
and crafted lunacy
finally reality sheds light
and we see the truth about ourselves and others
and learn that we deserve more.
selah…

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