frOM mY aSHEs... a pOeT?

fingertips to temples we... worship. bodies in motion... like planets we... come... together, UnI... verses are... born. stargates with... blue arches... transport me to inner dimensions where... I seek the measure of... time, and... eternal moments. we made luv in a pyramid and... gave birth to... matriarchal dynasties, where mooning women weave black wholes. my light... collapses into your gravity... well... your water... never running... dry. my evolution is a... revolution. returning to the center of my BEing... I long to be ONE... again. no longer becoming... i choose to BE... COME... let's give each other the... gift of... fire! spontaneously... Come... Bust... combust! nothing quite like the... transformative power of... passion's flames. U feelin me? I wanna melt with U! frOM mY aSHEs... a pOeT? by Olusanya Bey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License .

This is a warning from the Emerge-and-See Broadcast system... The Emperor does not have any new clothes... there are no more "imagined" solutions for the problems being caused by mindless consumerism and consumption... and no Ab-rollers or other quick fixes can get rid of the massive gut resulting from our gluttony and the rut... we have allowed ourselves to fall into becuz we keep following the... leader? NOW... is the TIME! to lead ourselves out of our mental stupor... stop self-medicating ourselves with mo'drugs, mo'money, and mo' comforting meditations in our attempts to dull the pain we are causing to ourselves, each other, and our Planet... STOP IT... DAMMIT! Yeah... the Emperor... has no new clothes. He is butt-naked... ass-out, and this emasculated Bush... is exposed for ALL the world to see! In the event that U actually Emerge-and-See these announcements will be followed by constructive actions, by everyone concerned, to effect change within t...

give thanks and praise for the times... when she invites me to... begin my... days as witness to the dawn of... her gaze is a journey into the state of... a...maze where love provides the clue in... so many ways... it is best to be alert as... emotions blur and... thoughts haze poetic moons in a waxing phase will wane... in strains and words that... string together... things like... quarterly cycles and... seven chakras... into twenty eight word quatrains! these luna-tick... moon-tock moments when... my entire movement is measured by... her rhythms.... both bodies... clocks... that get wound... a...round each other? conscious of each... other... time... spent... love... to spend.... giving value to life's many variables... where she begins... is... where i end. only to begin... so i say... again... give thanks and praise! a new day... dawns on the horizon, so i... gaze into her eyes and... like a candle before the sun i... disappear! fr...

[photograph courtesy of  Denise Harris ] love is... so subtle... so slick... so seductive... and so... difficult to see if you... only use your eyes. its like... watching a black ant... shifting through the shadows... as it... circles a black rock... it will often escape your sight. love will... sneak in... pillage and... plunder ALL!... of the chambers of your heart... then... disappear like a... thief in the night... the only reason you'll know it was there... is because... something is... missing! Hey! where did my... ability to reason go? where did my individuality disappear to? how come I... cannot think... about anything except... U! U see? love is a highwayman... laying in wait upon life's many paths... like a... nascent... narcissistic ninja... who... comes to assasinate lonliness and... gets all up... in ya... who takes no prisoners and... accepts no quarter... love lies in wait... constantly changing... flavors and... shape. to a woman ex...

she said,... "your words change everything"... but it is SHE... who has changed ME! if our bodies were... in close proximity... or as... intimately connected as... our spirits... we would... probably be making... babies. still... transcending time and... space... merging the energies of... sunshine and... wind... we give birth to... poetrees... with... talking leaves... special effects of this... sun and moon. mother earth and.. father sky... seek to be in tune and... our concepts conceived build... bridges... from here... to eternity. conscious beings... gifted with... imagination... SHE visits ME... in my sleep and... WE... dream together! new realities and... new worlds where... individuals are... free! free to love... two love... beyond form. see... my mother earth.. is the... ultimate deejay! as SHE spins... on her axis... turning tables and... flipping scripts... mixing and... merging magical... harmonies. SHE... cause me to... DANCE! to a....

have i ever told you how much i love the cycle of the seasons? you should see them where i live [see the four seasons from my perspective!]. In winter its like your surrounded by a crystal forest... the trees are covered with ice, sometimes so heavy that you can stand outside and listen to branches giving way to the weight of the ice... CRACK! like wooden thunder. hmmm... the sound of SHE... bearing the weight of life as it develops deep with her BEing. you know the life is there but you can't see it. it's trapped... becuz the earth and sun have not inclined themselves towards each other in a harmonious manner. i can feel her, but... i can't... reach her. spring... can i... begin to reawaken the hibernating mother... the sleeping goddess, and all of the life that has been gestating within her womb causing it to... reveal itself to me... again! like the Creator is playing peek-a-boo with creation... ha ha ha... now you see me... now you don't! the sun and the ea...

[photograp courtesy of Caterina Ravaglia ] a gentle flower... growing wild... i... stopped to smell her... scents as they... rose... like... an olfactory phoenix setting my... senses aflame this... mother of all flowers. meditating... under the same tree where... an apple landed on my head alerting me... to the gravity of the situation... her centrifugal attraction keeps me... revolving around... her... grounded by... her... "BE"ing. i will storm the gates of eden if necessary... cuz... tending her flower bed... is my destiny. there is absolutely no need to warn me... of trees and their... fruit. don't you know? i've never really been into apples... eve... vive... shakti... whatever you want to call her... SHE... on the other hand... may find herself... on the menu! as love devours the UnIverse. frOM mY aSHEs... a pOeT? by Olusanya Bey is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported ...