Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

26.4.17
delete stress like mood trending, said rapper, beats, accustom yourself

“..this be flavor ready, raw consequential remedy, your fight is healing, this be fulfillment behind n inside of this shell, can’t see its scars, watch how it will show you cut throat confidence, don’t get it confused with words that fit so smoothly into boxes, that hide behind weapons, this be healing resurrection without structure, that this shell of a body can with stand its own ground, need no being to tell its beautiful, will watch how it will make shooting stars origami wishes n kiss away the pain, this be compassion in all internal n external hero, revenge is a word best used never, don’t like its conformity, its ability to abide with villains, show us the mistaken wisdom to get our narrative heard, this be fluid, water, truth, drink it up n hydrate yourself on truth, delete stress like mood trending, rapper raw, beats accustom to self, this be..”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

26.4.17
In orbit with vision and time (how do you see it..)

“..what are you doing, I’m just looking at the world, how often we like to see the world for what we experience, n all its riddle, keep it real, how much of its truth do we divine into our daily, can’t take its scandal, how honest do we truthfully choose to be, essence of heart steady, mindful optimistic rhythm, n incredibly intoxicated into our own routine, can you readily in twin multitude of arrhythmic body in single routine, watch how they see this world, find out their super power, don’t complicate this universe its already begging so many unanswered interrogation of ambiguous masses, thrive n tune to your own truth with enough balance, don’t hesitate its meditation, so the next time someone ponders n asks you what are you doing, just submerge yourself into their gaze n softly say, I’m just looking at the world, how do you see it, n watch wonder take over their senses, its intentional..”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

24.4.17
Heart beats + tell me (what happens when you fall too fast..)

“..its hard, to forget once you’ve indulged this deep into their body, watched how they speak, n felt your heart ache for their heart beat some more, promised yourself that you wouldn’t let this feeling take over, that you wouldn’t fall too soon, quickly forgetting that we do not have control over our hearts, this feeling, choosing to silence it before it gives him meaning, before he becomes memory, once again, they all become past tense, always a painful memory, this is what usually happens when you feel too much, you haven’t told them that they can but, will never tell them they can always have this heart, you’ll hide compliments in the name of humorous seductive flirtation n speak when most charitable, how do you fall so fast, this is not about trust, this is about feeling, this is what happens when you want to know n feel at the same time, have you ever felt that way, that their heart beat incidental along pure curiosity, that this is not temporary, that they are anything but misplaced in the location of your heart, apologized for not being able to speak in their presence too passionately at times, n they, responded with kind words n warm hands, when you feel so full near heart beats it becomes hard to proclaim, that you question each word that escapes this mouth, unsure about your character, your heart beat, what happens when you fall too fast, its too early, you can’t tell now but, he doesn’t notice I have already warned n accepted before he could even understand, is it too much, this is what happens when you fall too fast..”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

24.4.17
Naked truth (dysfunction, never perfect) (self, heart beats, feeling too much + intensity..)

“..listen to its beats, steady of this mind, how it will turn your thought into interluded narration, your mind is a trapped organ, your finger tips are the only truth in this bodies narration, give it life, so much confused chaos, echoing too loud, can not exist at the same time, each heart beat will get over analyzed to a depth of imagination, the mind is a sick organ trapped in this body, you’ll feel its moods interchange its feeling until, it stops feeling like its painful to breathe, you’ll pick apart your confidence with this bodies words, unsure about which chaotic is connected to its infusion, don’t understand its conclusion, do you see, self, truth, the truth is that self is hard to manage, will always want to write as a form of plea, every poem written is encrypted with wreck, n self, its connected to feeling too much at this intensity, its always trying to mean control, can’t quite catch its pondering, call it for what this organ is feeling, this intensity must mean today is not okay, that when you’re mute to your own silence what is left, that your finger tips will shape shift into mouth, this raw inconsistency is difficult to conclude, to sit with, to breath next to, it comes when most unnecessary, will have you swallowing air before you’re ready to leave your space, before you can close the window n allow all the cool air in, wait..”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Give me time, I will carefully give concluded mental diagnosis of not only myself but try n give the ways in which this mind operates, I’ll show you how quickly you can, turn noose into faucet that is, designed in your own identity, break free of these connecting feelings n watch how quickly your mind has chosen to befriend its own shadow, the stigma behind this healing is that its always going to show you its teeth, it feels like there is no escape when your mind is in constant battle with reality, its never easy to ease its reality back to sane, its not okay that we push aside moods in order to get on with reality, sometimes these good deeds do not go unpunished, this healing resonates the feeling of demise quicker that it can manifest healing, on most days it feels like mute, like don’t tell anyone, like don’t speak, like, you’re not worthy, like, worthy had anything it owed you anyway, given this state, given this healing, these words don’t understand their caution, its unwittingly exhausting listening to this mind as your body sits in silence, don’t move.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Mood: “…prompt, probe at this like it was an infectious demise, unsure unsteady, hearts beats, his heart beat matched to your mood, his super power, not easily seen very, confused, mislead, calculated I want, their heart beat, can only give what is in my bodies gauge, I am not allowed to give more than this body has demanded, mood, love lies, sometimes, at ease, health fix, health, mental, mentality, heart beats, he doesn’t know how capable of you yet, willing to give your heart beat to show how much you care, his words are sweet perfection in this body, playful remedy to this mind, I want him.”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

Lost and found, a lot of this mind’s confusion infectious dwell n this is not who I am, since when did you wake to believe what you have for yourself, understand that you can win, don’t like to get caught up in its noose, you can’t escape so easily anymore, we can’t go chasing people n expect them to fill this constant void, a missing identity, its been a while its been, months, reminded me about all the low turns that they, are better, survival is what life feels like n jagged edges accompany inevitably, wondering why I expect other’s who fill my love n, overflow this body with love that, they are all reason for this body, that without their existence self love is non existent, why do I greed their compassion to rescue me so much it, makes me question what self love means, n I’m I able to, attain its demeanor, precluded my own misconception of self loves bound only to rely solely on their body, their affection, to teach me, n not my own.

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

17.04.17

Innocence: “..not weak, submissive shy, kind n gentle, all this, n much more, I miss the days where I could hear carefree whispered into the winter breeze, when spring bloomed with hope, sharing all our secrets to mother earth n, choosing to indulge ourselves in her beauty, I missed this, I missed being able to not give so much thought to dreams, enough to give it pardon free it’s possibilities n, not be scared of its what if’s wanted to be, the one who proves that dreams are worth never letting go that, when you feel defeated by it’s impossible alure this is, why its important to illustrate why you dream in the first place, being a dreamer n having a dream are two different innocences, dreamers are forever mesmerized by reason, for reaching the sky n, asking why the stars they see shine so bright, it’s finding answers when you have been told impossible, dream is, as simple as what you want it to be, I miss the days we talked about how fast we could glimce innocence in truth, rather bind to its opposite trait, not enough innocence, there’s, too much malice that fumbles without our own optimism, it blinding, catch this meditation, n…”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

16.04.17 | 17.04.17

Struggling with reality: “..being forced to come to terms with being grown has a lot of constraints to its noose, they aren’t always the black jacks that fill your conciouness with clarity, with truth, being forced to realise that even though you yourself as a being have to choose some demise in order to grow, in order to change, back home, you’re selflove, you can only realise what reality you have as you watch it disappear before you desperately reach out your hands fast enough to catch its pace n allow it, watch it shatter into micro shooting stars, the way commanding wish to a content struggling reality, is it a combination of your worst fears, emotions, rainbows to fill in this mood, this grow, how do you grow without struggling in reality, pain manefests n changes people more than we would like to admit, it resonates penetrating so deep into our stream of consciousness until it awakes, until we’re comfortable with change, until…”

Poetry: Melody of Being Animate

10.4.17
Black mothers..(black/melenin)

“..we always give them the name they deserve the respect they need n the love you are capable of sharing with them, when you think about what it means to bare a whole other with the human body no one ever tells that it was difficult, that all the blood rushing through your body is you being super human, that you’re super human, they don’t tell you it was a hard reality, instead they fill your consciousness with memories enough to write your own story, enough to keep you breathing enough to be a metaphor, they share with you so much of their love, watch how they tell you about your first steps, about how you confidently wrote their full name on your bag room tag, that you were the funny one, that you put that smile on her face, that her laugh is because of you, they’ll tell you how, they fought for you n your kin to be rightfully respected, educated your principle said, don’t look at them as a problem put them in their right class, this is how super human is melanated, rushing through her veins, this stream of awakened hero, this hero of black mothers, they don’t tell you black mothers are super human, that they are strong, n pave clear footpaths for their kin, from the day they are born, they don’t echo it loud enough that they teach both compassion n super human to their kin, this melanin, this untitled beauty, this unsolicited beauty, they don’t tell you you’re beautiful enough, your black mother has taught super human that black has to learn beauty even today, that, our beauty is nothing to be shammed that black can look at this shade n feel beautiful, they don’t tell you about super human, they don’t tell you, because they are wanting to learn how to be super human for themselves..”