#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

29.12.2020
8.27pm
#NoPoo

Last year today
you were silent
struggling with fear and pain
I waited by my phone
Prayer beads wet
blood under my nails
today you are free
of earth's shackles
I wish I am
where you are

68

Two Minutes

Reincarnated somewhere in time
Graced the floors of Heaven as time stood still to rewind
Saw how the stars fall under God’s mighty hands
I’ve tasted the afterlife which no human will ever come to understand

Within the galaxy there lies the realm of earth
In between the celestial calling where souls rebirth
Two minutes is a lifetime when you are not here nor there
Souls crying from the pit of hell no hope, no redemption of prayer

The Reaper speaks of death haunting notes
Ordained by Azrael separating the sheep from the goats
The window to the soul’s reflection only God truly knows
The sands of time have immobile its flow
Animated time becomes the show

You understand the plight of wings
The divinity of man, and his sacred belief of women, as God calls, his angelic beautiful things
The spiritual calling of not every human being
I tell you this, no time for lies
Lost and found, back on earth, reborn, soul hidden in disguise

You may not understand, I do not at times
So many questions on earth, never can provide the whys
When I close my eyes, all I see is a sham of time not noted to ever feel right
Wake up to greet the world, death and starvation, where is that blinding light
To keep our souls out the Horns’ venomous battling plight

Riddles in life we ask of self, is this it, our only consumption in life
Praying for the afterlife, when all we do is wallow in continuous strife
Oh my God, if you can only see through the veil of my third spiritual eye
Nothing truly matters in this world worth cherishing, when time slowly slides by
No more time to rewind, be kind, or relax your mind

Death knocking at your door
Scared to sleep, fear of the unknown afterworld
The subconscious stripping away the layers of the soul
Naked, feeble-minded as a child, the spirit is left to cajole

The gray area the spirit briefly patrols
Not ready, then earth once again you shall console
Two minutes suspended is a lifetime
Thank God, another chance given by His reincarnated designs

NoPoo #36 (12-29-20)

30.12.2020
5.08am
#NoPoo

Two days to auld lang syne
and a toast to the new
a wave to the old
you've said your farewell
silently slipping away
sometimes you are the rainbow between my eyelashes
sometimes a drizzle during a bright day
most time you just are...
My sunrise of a new year will be without you🌹

69

.... an exalted exhaustion




exhaustion creeps
tugging me into an abyss
of perfect warmth
bare knuckle fighting
those particulars charms,
falling asleep means
the darkness creeps
the mystic sleep-filled deep
so very close now,
with it's octopus like tendrils
reclaiming me
caressing my very psyche
and still —
the only thing I see clearly
is you...




#NoPoo
12/29/2020
6:12pm EST

2021 Star Power

A trip beyond the stars to elsewhere  
No frivolous cares
Everyone is treated fair
Emotions given, emotions received
Hearts do not have to bleed to feel complete of its need
No words, the eyes tell it all
The window to glimpse the soul rather we stand, sit, or fall
 
An embedded arrow from handsome Cupid’s bow
It’s now up to me to sow the seeds of love and reap the benefits of its growth
Whomever the receiver, hushed ecstasy, rapture, make me a believer
Those piercing arrows makes the heart feel beautifully adorned
Warm, all fuzzy inside, after time, then spiritually conformed
Not to worry, everyone has had its company, for sure
Trying to keep the spark of emotions one must endure
 
My intentions to self-love have never been detoured, or evaporated into thin air
No tears, no fears, yet it’s time to rise from this musical rooted chair
East Coast Three Card Monte Queen
Your money in my pocket… just like that…. so, it seemed
No more partaking in truth or dare
As living life on a wing and a prayer
Stand tall as I should, would, or ever could
 
I’m young and a sexy Nurse
Witnessed life taken, as the miraculous gift of birth
Shadows in the winds I have chased for what’s its worth
In Heaven and on Earth
Stooping, or bending, have never been my priority, my creed
Or verbs that define me
Running against the wind, God, what a beautiful sight to see
My heart, mind, body, and soul blending as I flee
Whistling echoes as I pass the towering tress
 
Breaths of life rendered as one with infinity
The embracing sky, the gentle breeze kissing my soft Creole skin
The aura of me, no beginning or end
Therefore, no more chains to hinder the intellect of my mind
I do as I say under God’s Heavenly chimes
So, unto this beautiful day in time
Jump, run, hop, or skip, I’m free, as I enjoy a rainbow slide
 
I shall grant myself the knowledge I could now understand
Wisdom as I take an unwavering stance
Serenity of my psyche to enjoy my own lyrical dance
Love thyself, God what a constellational romance
Star Power

To be empathetic to everyone around you, I think, is such a powerful thing to hold.

Misty Copeland
The first African American Female Principal Dancer with the prestigious American Ballet Theatre

NoPoo #37 (12-30-20)

chaos, a trilogy



would've made a great warthog
fuckin around some forest
huntin' slime and truffles
or whatever it is they do

better not annoy me
or I'll charge
and tusk you to death
stick my snout in your guts
and blow

maybe I was one
all I really remember
is being born (again?)

mebbe next time, eh
mebbe next time



and so, where the hell does the spinning top go now the glass is tilted. if only there was a piece of string or something we could all pull fuck out of.

heading towards midnight
and another fucking lockdown
half arsed non shoot to kill type thing
so its anyones guess when itll all be over

#NoPoo
#musictobemurderedby
#IcouldHaveThoughtOfThat

lepperochan said:chaos, a trilogy



would've made a great warthog
fuckin around some forest
huntin' slime and truffles
or whatever it is they do

better not annoy me
or I'll charge
and tusk you to death
stick my snout in your guts
and blow

maybe I was one
all I really remember
is being born (again?)

mebbe next time, eh
mebbe next time



and so, where the hell does the spinning top go now the glass is tilted. if only there was a piece of string or something we could all pull fuck out of.

heading towards midnight
and another fucking lockdown
half arsed non shoot to kill type thing
so its anyones guess when itll all be over

#NoPoo
#musictobemurderedby
#IcouldHaveThoughtOfThat


👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻
xo

congrats on the half century AP. some man for one man *hat tip*

lepperochan said:congrats on the half century AP. some man for one man *hat tip*


Only 315 to go . Say it quickly enough doesn't sound like much

AspergerPoet56 said:


Only 315 to go . Say it quickly enough doesn't sound like much

Hee hee hee hee hee ..That was hysterical


I don't count mine, but if you're @ 50 I am too, dammit.
;)
well done you
xoxo
💋

Bluevelvete said:

Hee hee hee hee hee ..That was hysterical


I don't count mine, but if you're @ 50 I am too, dammit.
;)
well done you
xoxo
💋

Congrats to you to
Especially when i remember you saying you could never post a poem every other day never ever day lol

Bluevelvete said:

Hee hee hee hee hee ..That was hysterical


I don't count mine, but if you're @ 50 I am too, dammit.
;)
well done you
xoxo
💋


I do beg your pardon I thought it best not to congratulate a lady on her half century because the number of ways it could be taken. and I am gentleman first and foremost

well done, lady. you'll be heading into record-breaking territory soon.

*hat tip