A COLLABORATION OF POETRY AND PHOTOGRAPHY...

COLLABORATING WITH MY FRIEND SIRAJ...PHOTOGRAPHY & POETRY- Bay Area this Spring...keep you posted!

His photography represents the world's raw elements... He's a Harvester of the mind, a detangler of weeds, a sifter in the seeds of people's souls...a comrade on a journey for truth-

BELOVED SISTERS!

I believe in women, I pray for strong women, I long to meet creative, loving, beautiful intelligent women! I honor all women, known, unknown, to be known...
CONGRATULATIONS TO WOMEN, A STRIVING, UPRISING, PROGRESSIVE, TRANSFORMING PEOPLE. UPLIFTING OUR PRIDE, OUR HEADS IN A DUTY TO EACH OTHER.
BE BLESSED,
Adelina

yourself...

Life isn't about finding yourself...life is about creating yourself.

doors.

always...open the closed doors.

WAR

Don't

They

Know

When

The bombs

Explode

Mud

Flies

The

Earth

Its

Face

Rearranged

For

Peace



Are they

Aware

The red

Raw

Blush

Of

Children's

Veins

Left

Unblended

On

The

Land

Our

Mother

Her

Flesh

Stained

Mixtures

Of

Crimson

Blue



You're

Killing

Me

Says

The

Earth

With

Blades

Of

Patriotism

Disguised

As

Rope

Lynchings

Hanging

From

My

Limbs

My

Arms

Forced

Murderers

Taken

From

My body

Bound

Tightly

To

Brown

Throats



Do they

Care

Starving pot

Bellied

Soul

Shrunken

Life

Attached

Detached

Sanctions

Beating

Green

Spoken

Money

Through

The

Mouths

Of

Hungry

Lips



Do they

Mind

That

Death

Is now

Of

Itself

Hell

Robbing

Breath

For

Fancy

Food

Liquid

Shares

Pretty pink

Shoes

Tuxedos

Caviar

Silver

Spooned

Children

Disoriented

Puccini

Lovers

Dressed

In

White

Oppressing

Skin



Freedom



Does

The

Soil

Smoke

Pock

Marked

With

Influence

Turn

Down

Its

Shelter

To

The

Color of

Skin,

To the

Desire of

Religion,

The

Ambiguity

Of spirit

The longing

Of

Self

The inhabitants

Of souls



The

Purpose

Of

Life



Liberty



Does

She know

How

She

Stands

With

Her flame

Hiding

Behind

Her smile

His smile

Causing

Disdain

Settling

Among

The

Already

Settled

Holding

High

Embracing

A

Fire

Throwing

Down

Clenched

Fist

Pounding

Small Pox

Guns

Animal toxins

Force

Feeding

A

European

Bred

Intellect



I have

Marked

The

Atlas

Of

Your

Body

My mouth

Sliding

Across

Your hips

Soundless

Driven

By

Thirst

I have

Lived

In the

Many

Seasons

Of your

Breath

Climbing

The wind

To your

Lips

With

My

Words

These

Nouns

Poetry

Ripe with

Longings

Of

You

Your smell

Gripped

In my

Hands

Fragrant

With the

Intensity

Of my

Heart



Living

With

The roots

I have

A

Mind

To confuse

Things

Unite them

Bring them

To birth

Mix them up

Undress them

Until

The

Light

Of the

World

Has the

Oneness

Of the ocean

A generous,

Vast<>

Wholeness

A

Crepitate fragrance

There

Is

Something

Dense

At

One

Struck in

The ground

Of

Being

Repeating its

Number

It's redundant

Signal

As one

Notes

The touch

Of time

On stones

In its

Delicate

Matter

There is

The scent

Of age

And the

Water

Bringing

Of salt

And dream

One semblance

Circles me,

A single

Movement

The glow

Of skin

Invest

The sound

Of

The vocal

Night

The ink

Of flesh

Beautiful

Brown

Things

Of

Wood

Of

Wool

Things

Taken

Old,

Faded

All of a

Piece

Envelope me

Like walls

Laboring

Silently

Circling

Around

Myself

Like a

Widowed

Crow

Over death

I meditate

Weaned

Among

Far

Flung

Seasons

Yet

In

The maps

Of

Silence

A friendly

Temperature

Falls from

The sky

A radical

Empire of

Mingled

Unities

Draws

Itself

Together

Surrounding me



And of

War

And funeral

Times

Caskets

Blurred

Faces

Erased

With

Colors

Of

Red

White

And

Blue



My

Father

Was a

Tail runner

In

WW11

Timing

He was

A

Watch maker

Pointing

Trigger

Shooting

Timing

Crimson

Colored

Jets

Forming in

Him

Years

Later

A red

Karma

Karma

Known

As

Cancer

Killing him

Without

Resistance

Fearing more

The

Altitude

Of war

Was I

Born

Of death

The neglect

Of a

God

Described

In

Protecting

The soft

Tissue

Of folded

Bills

Resembling

Presidents

Of a seized

Land



I want

To own

The

Words

Portraying

Victims

Rejuvenated

Love

Adjectives

Poetry

Warmth

Nouns



Rebirth

Through

Music

And

Hips

Tongues

Of gnashing

Teeth

Orgasm

Of beautiful

Sediment

Spilling

From the

Lips

Of the

Freed

Difficulties...

I'm having difficulty getting into any book that I pick up lately, writing a book and reading at the same time has always been challenging for me...Any recommendations? Lookin for the type of stuff that will catch me, toss and turn me, swoop me into a space like the one between sleep and dream, that weird nonsense state of psycedelic fury-I need it...

Big Bang

If the Big Bang (theory) had a sound track it would be Old Mexican Waltzes!
and mine would be from "Talk to Her" Almodovar

LAVENDER

The air was sharp, clean as the paper cut gives you an unannounced shiver into a sensual jolt of surprise, pain yet pleasing with its tiny needle point edge having a tickle to it. I was pushed, swayed and stumbled folding my ankle sideways, maybe from a wrinkle in the sidewalk or the sudden jolt, a slap from the wind, and in just that moment as my body bent sideways to break my fall I stole a smell from the air of lavender.

Scarlet

Wax

dripping

stamping

a blood

red nail

of

crimson

skin

penetrated

heat

a scar

soft

wet

hardened

impressions

of fingers

wax

bowing

to the

power of

gravity

sunken

on

the

flesh

clinging

in the

shape of

a woman

before falling

to her

death

on the

black wood

tabletop

scattered with

bottles of wine

spanish novellas

velvet flowers

and felines

reattaching

herself

to the

bones of my

arms

broken in

abstract shapes

of

scarlet

tattoos