Painless Contractions

On Friday, 4 July 2014, I vacated New York City to begin the clearance of past troubles/stressors.  The clearance promised to birth the next phase of living.  As proclaimed in past , Summer 2014 will be dedicated to the attainment of personal and professional goals.  On the creative arts front, the focus is on publishing of second book, The Cells of the Tissue That Should Feeland finding a producer for the show ‘The Flows: An Evening of Elements‘.  My life experiences afford a rich and varied perspective of many nuances.   On the other front, I am finalizing plans to launch Cafe Provisions.   The company will offer vegetarian cuisine, holistic health consultations and energy/healing massage works.  Also, a veggie food truck is in the plans.

During this trek, I traveled from New York City to Philadelphia to Richmond, VA to Atlanta, GA.  It has been true bliss.  I followed Spirit and it has not failed at all!  On a virtually nonexistent travel budget, generosity and support from “strangers” have been priceless.  Philadelphia  offered a great dose of “brotherly love”.  That stop was very rejuvenating.   Richmond, VA was quite fulfilling to see family and a few dear friends.  Again, my being was refreshed.  But, the refreshment had detoured for a minute.  The part of trip from Richmond, VA to Atlanta, GA was problematic.  From big travel errors to delays, I missed a lot of connections in Charlotte, NC and Atlanta, GA.  For anyone that knows me know that I will file a formal complaint about poor service in a heartbeat.  Great hospitality and customer service are quite important to me, since that is my background and I fully understand how to deliver it.  I received recompense for troubles caused.

The roads leading to rejuvenation/refocus

The roads leading to rejuvenation/refocus

After spending quality time with family and reaching out to a few good (old and new) friends, I carry on to next part of journey.  That is a city called Tampa/St. Petersburg, FL.  Updates soon come!

W/in W/out

Poles are pulling

Sand is scraping

Away the lime buildup

Caustic measures

Non-analytic divides

 

Dividing the footsteps

Seen brain thoughts

Felt soul matters

Know spirit walks

Towards that place

 

When time tells

Of the coming hours

Only existing

In illusionary measures

Beginning an end

 

Shifts, worlds collide

The Sun star watches all

Ra above, on surface, below

Moonlit lakes

Trembles of an aching belly

 

Eruptions are a must

Release the tension

Power never corrodes

Static in motion

Ending a beginning

 

© 2014

–E as Poetlove Water

“Getting My Meds”

To manage the symptoms of
Post Traumatic Slave Syndrome
Separation Anxiety
Don’t you know dis-ease
Signifies an imbalance
Inside and out
Caustic fumes of the outside world
Assuming truth from the years of bullshit
Shoved up my nose and down my throat
Creating the cycle of torture
To grow into self-hatred
To train to never restore trust
To develop into destruction of a civilization

I am sick
You are sick
We are sick
They are sick
So…what is the prognosis?
Analysis underway
I see a woman brown/black/colorful
And I see an enemy
I see a man containing same hues
And I see a threat
I see a child gleaming and ready to learn
And I see a reason to run
I see White, Arab, Asian and Latino male
And I place him on a higher pedestal

That is some sick shit
But that is what happens when I am sick
You are sick, we are sick
Sick with a twisted mind
Co-created in a laboratory
Laboratory of Betrayal
Studying all historical accounts from every angle
Only feeding the brain
Yet you know all answers except one
How did we get here in 2012? 2013? and beyond
Arabs cracking the codes to the whites
White man created EVERY problem we know
All Black people were vegan and spiritually escalated
Homosexuality was never practiced prior to 1607
Infidelity didn’t exist because vocabulary nonpermissive
Delusion

We are co-creators of all
Life includes polarities
Selective amnesia is the diagnosis
Depending on a system
That profits off of our demise
Now back to us
Falling from “perfection”
Attuned to nature
Whales, foxes and canaries remain connected
Tree roots, crashing waves and sedentary rocks stabilized
Earth screams
Sum permeates
Moon cries
Fire wild
Purging the coating
Over our three eyes

— from the forthcoming book, The Cells of the Tissue That Should Feel