The red paint had cracked along the spine of the wall
A trail of blood chips led me to this corner
Forehead finds itself laden with soft bruises
I think she gave herself a good pounding
Memory only resurfaces in spurts
Numbness lingers pleasantly
The skin that surrounds the ankles that brought me here is torn
Sewn together by black skinned people who have turned to dust long ago
I forget to inhale my freedom
Instead I wallow in grace
Blinded by yesterday and tomorrow
Absent today, absent inside
Fingers graze sanguine spines built by workers with black hair
and black eyes
i ingest what they left behind
my head is hurting
and my eyes are burning
i havent see the sun since my mirror broke
i call out to my jamaican mama
she cant hear me
but she answers anyways
"how far have you gone child?"
i answer
"mama i have gone to the end of the earth looking for it,
i have gone below the ocean and into space,
i have gone to the depths of darkness and ive gone into the blinding light."
this is how a part of me ended up here.

Slipping away

I sense within my senses

A shattering of matter and time 

There are a set of eyes 

that exist 

within me 

who see not with sight but with vibration 

the vibration translates as an inner visual beyond 3 dimensional limits 

This reality isn't a solid state of being and time 

its 

the movement of the universe that surrounds us and is us.

Eternal Being

Every mirror I passed was just glass,

No reflection of self.

We are the vampires of the 21st century,

Heartless and cold 

Ready to die,

Because this life is a lie.

We may bend but We do not break

I cannot break 

My every molecular combination is perfect for this

Ive died one million times for you, I've risen one million times for me

I cannot break 

My Mother has fashioned me with the strength of a warrior the brains of a scientist and the spirit of the Goddess.

I cannot break.

There has been no place my soul hasn't explored,

I've made a bed in hell and have broken bread with angels.

My soul knows no fear. 

My soul commands demons and men.

And they bow.

I cannot break.

I use to be ashamed of the atrocity I thought I was, 

I tried to ignore the feeling of my blood vibrating at celestial frequencies.

But not anymore,

I am that I am 

and I cannot break.

Leave a pierced fruit for me

Fruit when sliced open and left exposed

Does not allow its juices to leak from its skin 

It dries up within itself

It drinks in its own color and enjoys the last of its own beauty.

Be like a fruit, 

when you are cut open, don't drain yourself.

Fold within yourself,

and enjoy what no one else will.

Go within

Blood Ocean Baptism

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A change has come to present itself in me. 

I am disconnecting from the past. Finally my head feels above water. 

I thought I would die from drowning in the sea of the broken hearted. 

But I have broke the wave, I can see above the water of disregarded blood, I mean love. 

I can see. 

And there are no ghosts here that look like you in every position I can remember you in. 

Up here I don't see your shadow behind me and your face haunting me from behind my own eyes. 

Here, 

I can finally breathe. 

My body is still submerged, but now there is hope. 

I didn't think I would come as far as rising above this oceans level, 

and you never know, 

one day I might be able to fly in the air,

or go even higher and combust into the black of the night. 

Either way , for now, just being above the drowning is sweet relief, 

anything to be away from the oceans memories of you.

the beat is getting louder

Writing about broken hearts and music has become a mundane tune in my real life.
I lie,
at moments like this,
the exchange between the bank of my mind and the inexplicable properties of my heart align,
and my love rings louder than ever,
my love makes a mockery of me
and I have finally learned to laugh with my true self..
my only self.
For now.