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Black Girl on the Front Row!

“Seat Of The Sun”

From where

the sun sits,

in, pensive, preparation,

calculating,

whether

to wake up,

or,

hit the snooze button…

figuring,

if night,

will grant a favour

and stay out,

past, celestial curfew…

Where the rays,

remain tucked in,

hunkered down,

in their own,

luminescent warmth..

From there,

is where

the stars give,

quiet, counsel

and the radiance,

takes restful repose,

upon

the fluffed pillows,

of, timely, advice.

This,

is where

the shadows,

usually, change hands,

with precipitation.

Make plans,

to visit planets,

in cycles,

created,

for sustenance

and habitation.

Here,

is where

the solar sonar,

signs the decree,

to, forever,

smile, upon the Universe..

…welcomed,

by a dozing,

collective dawn chorus,

of a brand new,

you,

and

a, brand new,

me.

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“ChromaZones”

A straight line.

But,

not,

as we know it.

A tonic transition,

that slides,

into spectrums..

ruling, the blankness…

… picking out colours,

like notes,

from a plectrum.

Selecting direction,

with clarity.

The nexus,

of every intention.

Sheer, crystal, brilliance.

Not to mention,

the solar plexus,

of endless invention.

Attention-to-detail,

a given.

Precision enlivens,

with printed inscriptions,

of shape-shifting

screen,

after screen.

Here,

is the

premium product.

A movie of

multiple layers,

in, cross-hatched,

formation.

A series,

in rainbow technique.

Alignments, unique.

A limitless

labour of Love,

through a

Creative prism,

at its,

infinite,

peak.

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“Faith Your Fears”

Look out,

through,

every, portal.

Stare, directly,

with,

“no-nonsense” vigour,

as your banner…

and,

a, searchlight-twinkle,

in your eye.

See it, all.

Call it,

“Yours”.

Articulate,

each article,

which tried

to

compress you.

Yearned,

to depress,

and,

keep you down.

Pick up,

the weight of

your Celestial Crown.

Bear down,

triumphantly,

upon your

sorrow.

Write, your Joy!

Leap,

into its

resplendence!

The Word,

is out,

that

your yesterday’s tomorrow,

means,

today,

your exuberance,

not burrowed,

in,

uneasy, hibernation,

puts to bed,

the weeping.

Your Belief,

is painted,

in sighs

of relief,

to Faith your fears..

So,

release and revel,

in the goals

that you’ve been keeping.

Live Life,

through

every window,

of your

invincible Spirit,

Heart,

Body

and Soul.

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“Revelation”

Not, until

it was destroyed,

did I know,

it was healed.

The hurt,

had

skipped town.

The power, from pain,

revealed.

Not, until

I was laughing,

beside and inside

of my Being,

did I feel the Joy.

Until,

I was a child again,

hunting for Christmas,

to come,

did I recognise,

darkness,

was, fully, dismissed.

Only,

as I cut

a year away

from my tresses,

was awe,

unlocked,

and wonder

free to roam,

without stresses.

Only, then,

was I happy.

I was Home.

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“Refuge”

Words.

My refuge.

The soil,

into which, my Soul

takes root.

The silt,

of editorial deposits.

The space,

where

clapping rhythms

rattle, against

my chattering teeth,

through the gateway,

of my mouth.

The only place,

my Li-

fe,

can be hyphenated,

surrounded,

by split infinitives,

and, yet,

like, my Heart,

remain,

unbroken.

Syntax,

to transport

me somewhere,

always, meets me,

where I am.

A backpack,

of emboldened prose,

bookended,

by blank verse,

nominates,

my, pending, imagination,

to nurse sentences,

which come,

in dialects,

of Love.

These gifts,

fit every need,

like,

an enchanted slipper,

or,

silken glove.

One moment,

spent,

amongst their company,

and,

my, laden, Spirit,

forever,

lifts.

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“Midnight”

The sunset sky,

was smothered,

in a blanket of

midnight-molasses…

A viscous backdrop,

against which,

nestled

vows, visions

and persistent prayers…

Saturated,

by worldly requests,

pouring, upward,

as, velvet treacle,

in defiance of

earthenware gravity.

Tears,

melifluous,

bittersweet,

with longing,

fell,

in covert cascades,

landing,

in the laps

of terra firma,

to be supped,

by hibernating seeds,

in need of

empathetic emphasis…

…in need of

dawn’s horizon,

to draw a line,

under the hours,

and the memories,

long, gone.

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“Idol”

No-one,

is your idol.

No thing.

No Body.

No-one,

has the power,

to delay, or distract you.

Nor,

does their presence,

do you,

any favours.

You came here,

dressed in

antique-gold Blessings.

Dripping,

with riches of Giftings,

to savour,

which, only you,

can reveal.

No-one,

can steal it,

from you.

It is yours,

this Mantle,

to heal,

through who you are.

What you do,

is, quite, miraculous.

You are a cadenza,

of condensed stars.

Light, exudes.

You, truly, came,

to be

the precious glue,

that binds,

unbroken ties,

in, Clarity.

To clarify,

with, Heartfelt, Authenticity,

the malcontent,

of, those, despicable.

They will despise,

but you came, not,

to idolise the fear.

Pre-Ordained

and

Destined,

are the reasons,

you are here.

Whilst they fantasise,

you epitomise the Glory,

which is your Origination.

From station,

to station,

you visit,

Nation,

after Nation

and,

summise the very best,

of Creation.

Serve,

the Feast of Fellowship,

in a famine,

made of glamourising scandal.

Vandalising, sure, Serenity.

But,

keep moving through.

No-one, holds a candle, to you.

One, in Unity,

vibrates and rings, true…

with the enduring message,

you spread, liberally…

It is never, too late,

to live in

Perfect Peace

and

Heavenly Harmony.

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“Waves”

It comes,

in waves.

Knowing when,

and,

showing how,

to be brave.

Something,

crashing over,

undulating,

my interior,

gives me courage,

to rise up,

against the feeling,

of inferior.

Tears, crash,

within the wake,

of being woken up,

to Life,

renewed.

Few

and far, between,

are torrid tides,

torrential

flash-floods,

of raining, purple moods.

It comes,

in barrel-form.

I surf,

and breathe.

Hang on, for ten,

then, exhale,

with, sheer, eloquence,

the saline air.

I am Unquenchable.

The surface

of my Heart,

laid bare.

It comes,

consistently,

the Unafraid I.D.,

granted, unto me.

Endorsed,

by prayer,

coursing through

gateways,

of, insistent, mouths,

from across the rolling sea,

inhabiting, the hills..

they call,

from west, to south,

those things,

that be not,

yet, here,

as though, they were…

… and they arrive,

in waves,

to meet and greet

a, waiting, shore..

Better, than I imagined..

..better, than real…

..better, than ever..

And, immediately,

all is calm.

The trooping storms,

have ebbed away.

They are,

no more.

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“Smile”

Tonight,

I looked up to Heaven

and saw

the Universe,

in your smile.

I heard the planets,

in your voice

and,

felt drawn,

to listen,

for a while,

to the macrocosm

of Wisdom,

which fell

from your mouth,

with, extragalactic, Grace.

Mirrored,

by the luminosity,

gently, whispered,

across

your, glorious, face.

An entirety,

of genius,

expressed,

in, fewest, words..

In, simplest, terms,

complexities,

came pouring down,

to Earth.

Inspired,

by His Deity.

not, one, meaning,

was deferred.

Not, one significance,

referred,

nor, delegated.

Every lesson, heard.

Impossibles,

articulated.

Not, judged as,

out of reach,

or, absurd.

With my eyes,

directed, skyward,

they grew misty,

became, blurred.

For,

this moment,

so, well-rested,

on the chaise-longue,

of my Soul,

caused,

my, Spirit-centred, Freedom.

The Celestial,

had hold,

of all I am,

and,

all I’d hoped,

to be.

With one, brief, look,

all of you,

met,

all of me

and,

your Eternal smile,

uncovered,

ageless,

endless, Mystery.

This, shortened, glimpse,

into the Timeless,

meant,

your Love,

changed

how I see.

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“Calling All Hearts”

Calling, all Hearts.

Do not fear,

that you have been

set apart.

Your Time,

is here,

to rewrite the draft.

Make it permanent.

Your Soul-Conviction,

to manifest,

that, for which

you were,

Heaven-Sent.

Do not relent.

Represent,

when time is spent,

by many,

to interrogate you,

loudly,

through silent,

preying, eyes,

which wander,

to and fro,

‘midst the

field of gold,

that is,

your Soul.

Never ponder,

in surprise,

when the Prophetic

meets your slumber,

revealing,

hurt, to come,

be, not, as some.

Number, not,

the wounds of

“last in, first out”, mentality.

Hear me.

That, is not the worst.

As, it is written,

that, the last,

shall be the first.

So,

spending precious energy,

will be,

at their expense.

Negativity, begets

no other recompense,

than that.

You see.

They don’t know,

how to try

… And, here,

is where, and, why,

the work begins.

When yours, will be

the Heart,

that’s Called,

to, simply,

Love..

in Spirit,

Purity

and Truth…

..declare,

with joyous composure,

this response.

For,

it is the answer,

that, always,

wins.

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