Southern Fried Love

She

She is the air in a birds lungs,

She is fire blazing on a bare rock,

She is vast depth... like the ocean,

Feel her presence in the winds caress,

You can feel her kiss in the glow worn on your skin from the sun,

Strong back,

Able arms,

Unbridled power and passion,

Emancipated care free laughter and delight,

People love her power only when it is channeled through ways that they can grasp.

You can only stomach her power when it can be captured firmly and squarely in the palm of your hand.

Seeping out from between swollen knuckled fingers.

Only when they can clap that hand and blow the debrs of her essence on to the floor... 

Illuminous creation of My Father,

She is woven into the infinance of EVERY holy thing.

She is the flourescent luminescence of the harvest moon,

Her energy has always been irrepresable.

She ...

Southern Fried Love

Sun kissed hips and southern fried thighs,
Perfectly tan skin...My spirit is light.
Gold in my soul, I am strengthened by me father.
Head up ... Step steady: i hear the anceastors wisper in my ear.
I dwell in the secret place of the most high, and abide under the shadow of the Almighty....
My voice like warm honey over buttermilk biscuits; i encourage my king standing at his left side.
My heart is his home ... I fortify his spirit ... build him up in preparation of the cruelty and cold of the outside world.
He is my covering ... in his arms i am safe.
Protected are my emothios,deep are his devotions.
Equal energy exchange; Lion and Lioness ... two spirits that cant be tamed.

Queen My Queen

I am strength ... I am light; Daughter of the Sun so injustice and inequality are my plight.

Betrayed by our Kings ... Abandoned by our fathers; Where we once were soft we are now angry ... hardned... somber.

With golds glow upon our cheeks and hills of the mother land rolling in our hips, we face each trial with disdain and resentment upon our lips.

Raising our young princesses to beievee they will never need a kings covering, lacking the tools needed to teach our young princess to be a covering.

So we spin our wheels ... As a people ... We spin our wheels.

Instead of choosing forgiveness... Instead of choosing peace ... Instead of accepting love ...We choose to spin our wheels.

Instead of teaching spiritual warfare , we teach the "Turn up".

Instead of teaching that there is strength in the famil unit, we teach the "Independent Woman" mantra.

Forgetting that a "Strong Independent W...

Haunting Dream

Im here and im me, all I could ever ask My Creator to be.

Im here and I am bold, built for this journey My Creator did mold.

Im here and I am present, taking into account every lesson.

Im here and im strong, no cracking under pressure... more than can be measured.

Im here and Im conscious, Ive slumbered for so long.

I was shaken from my sleep... theres a quota my spirit must meet....

words I must speak...

Other spirits Im meant to greet...

These dreams...         These dreams...          Seemingly haunt me.

This winding windy path, on it souls I seem to stumble upon.

We greet, we cry, and I influence them to join me in my travels.

We share, we laugh, we learn ... at the next crossroads they smile and turn...  embarking upon  new paths ...

Paths that seem connected one ...

Am I crazy ???!!!???

Spirit of a Star