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Uplift and Love

kali ma — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 13:34:06 GMT

Uplift and love... move yourself to beat that is given in your veins... run, jump, scream and dance cause the time we have has slipped thru our hands. peace my llovie

Hassan Hakmoune youtube Clip

kali ma — Fri, 04 Apr 2008 13:29:23 GMT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rBxTRcdUNU0&NR=1

I'm So Glad I Didn't Marry U

kali ma — Tue, 03 Apr 2007 13:39:28 GMT

When at first I met you I wasn't impressed by you you grew on me...I grew to love you. Time went on and things happened. My heart turned to glass then stone, now I just want to be alone. You were the one I hoped would be the right fit... but you are just another one that I needed to quit. Boy I'm so glad I didn't marry you.. I have no idea what being married to you would have put me thru. I dodged a bullet and avoided the fall, sorry it took me so long to smell the coffee. For every little long song, for every little thing you did right, it turned wrong. Every promise you made to me you broke. Your promises became a big joke. You never were a man of your word.. just a boy playing games. I so glad I didn't marry you or keep that baby we made. It would've become a misery. I can't have a male hittin me. My daddy and my sister told me to let you go, but my silly heart couldn't say no. But I'm so glad I didn't marry u.... cause I probably would've killed my self before it was thru.

On feet

kali ma — Tue, 06 Feb 2007 15:57:13 GMT

On feet... up on two..down on three up on two...down on three Roll the hips..roll the hips..arms at waist.. Smile mama...smile umi.. no tongues please... with the tempo.... on the beat... on the feet... will you lose the gum please..

snow and rain

kali ma — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 18:24:34 GMT

for the times I wanted to call and tell you that you are an ass, I resisted. my wonderfully polite and sensitive nature kept me from speaking my mind you are a worthless human who doesn't deserve the touch of human warmth and kindness you deserve the harshness that you doled out lavishly a cleansing of my spirit is necessary to purify myself from the harshness and the stench of the soul that you lack... snow and rain brings joy and pain let's dance in the icy footsteps

The Fury

kali ma — Sun, 28 Jan 2007 18:11:35 GMT

Yes from whence does the fury come? In haste of some latent recourse that had yet been released? The fury rose within me and swept me under with all its might. I breathe and struggle against the tide that ebbs and flows. Dancing in my mind with gentleness of a tsunami. The fury within...the fury within

Sorry

kali ma — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 14:37:54 GMT

Dear Little One, I am sorry mommy couldn't keep you. Things just weren't right for me and your daddy to bring you into this world. He isn't the right daddy for you and I cannot be bound to someone so unworthy. Unworthy of you and of me. I wanted nothing more than to see your face, instead I had it scraped away. Sucked out of me with all the force of 10lb pressurized machine could provide. I wanted to name you Lilly, after my grandmother. The one I will keep will have your name and your soft spirit. I saw you alive in the sonagram and then a hour later a heap of a blob in a jar. The doctor reassuring me all is gone. I'd be alright but take my time getting off the table. I am sorry for the pain I caused you. Ripping your cells apart and crushing your organs. Mommy had no choice, daddy didn't want you. Better you suffer early than have an eternity of pain as you grow. Growing up knowing that you were a mistake. Growing up knowing that you weren't planned. You are forever an infant. Comprised of cells but so much more. Forgive me but some things we must do. God will protect you and you are forever my angel.

In the Mirror

kali ma — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 14:27:07 GMT

In the mirror I see a scared little girl. A hurt little girl that needs somone to hold onto. Some to tell her that the boogie man has gone away. Her teddy bear her only sense of solace she clings to tight. In the mirror I see the woman who holds the universe on her back. One step in this world, the other in the next. Spirits speaking to my half-opened ears. My eyes seeing only the outer ridges of the surreal. She has to do everything by herself and yet she feels like isn't doing enough. In the mirror I see the fake me that I like to present and the real me is the other image behind her. Placing the other face up front the be the spokeswoman for the truth or for the falseness. I see a beauty who has so much yet to reveal.

AVERAGE

kali ma — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 13:28:43 GMT

You called me AVERAGE..I am anything but! I am not in the same class as you...I am better than you. I used to be the most beautilful woman in yours eyes and now I'm demoted to AVERAGE. Does an AVERAGE woman command a room when she enters? Does an AVERAGE woman posses the power to heal, to entertain, bring solace and peace? Nothing about me is AVERAGE. I hate sitting and being upset about what classification you gave me that doesn't belong. Your AVERAGE woman doesn't have the tastes I have in food, culture, music or decor. Your AVERAGE woman doesn't keep as many balls in the air that keep up and still be sane. Your AVERAGE woman doens't have the capacity for Love or Forgiveness that I possess. One day you will eat those words of classifing me as AVERAGE.

Stitches

kali ma — Fri, 26 Jan 2007 13:20:25 GMT

As the stitches pop, I wince. I've been held up by the world of ache and realizing that it I make it worse than it really has to be. Z--i--g--z--a--g lines of once healed scars. Lines that lead toward the center of it all. Inside the scream doesn't reach the outer layers. Screaming would give birth to new pain, more angst. Using glue isn't as good as using absorbing thread.

Time to heal..

kali ma — Wed, 24 Jan 2007 19:44:09 GMT

Time to heal the wounded bird that had her wings clipped. Time to heal the womb that had pain commited upon her for a unworhty sake. Time to wash the tears, dirt and fear away and breathe. Breathe a new life and call into being that which nourishes my soul and renews me from scalp to plantar aspect. See the curtains open, the water flowing free and clean...step into that refreshing wind the makes you new and carries me into the next plane of being. Into that greater being that I was created to be. That multi-dimensional being that sees all... She is healing....amen.

My Universe

kali ma — Wed, 13 Dec 2006 15:53:03 GMT