Kitty's Korner
Gifts Of The Anunnaki I Bear Unto You
I have four special presents in front of me, you could say they are the benefaction to humanity’s call
The secret gifts of life contained in all
Offerings we set aside as we travel through this dimension, celestial planes cushioned, before the soldiers of light have taken falls
Close your eyes, as I give you the embracing state of the world
A time when hatred, ignorance, racism did not have occasions to intellectual unfurl
Disappointments in learned agenda for an adult boy or an adult girl
In the first small box, it is the gift of your celestial body, the galaxy, the invading planet of Earth
Where feet have traveled, souls lowered in remembrance, embedded survival from the means of starvation, growth of its rich soil for a beautiful rebirth
Destroyed by mankind which will become his curse
Mud baths in grief, justice rites of the Ashura tribe, religion submissions in remembrance for lost soul’s communion in pain
The wonder of tears from the sky to enliven vegetation, saturated the green effect with acid rain
Spiritual ceremonial dance upon Mother Earth to bring luck to a crop’s gain
The bigger box if you lift, or shake it, will not convey the miracles bestowed in your sphere’s midst
It will unto you remain a blessed gift to sustain as a reincarnated spirit past the forty days after death shall drift
The ghost of a soul must crossover or remain encased between two worlds, becoming a supernatural misfit
The illumination of the ulema tarot moon, the warmth of the sun, the guiding stars
Formed within the Creator’s hand, perfection of its elements in the realm of time considered us, ours
Darkness’ reflection in the path of the luminist to lead mankind home, freedom from us, given to me
Gamma rays coating hues, worshiping temples with a la natural Vitamin D
Twinkling in the midnight sky, light years away
On bent knees wishing upon shooting fate, needs, wants to materialize be that it may
Sliding the next box to you, bowing in respect with a silent prayer
Slowing raising the lid off, I humbly give civilization regal breaths of air
From the tapped springs, cool streams saturating your tongue when electrolytes need replenished
Debauched temples need to purify in ceremonial christenings, as sins forgiven, diminished
Don’t peer to close, shone your eyes
Heaven and Hell in the core shall always coincide
Sizzling needs to mouths it will feed, the elements to heat found in the crackles of fire
The lifeline supports to sustain mankind, burns upon a pyre, feast of famine to partake of its delicious gourmet desires
Here’s unto the renounce of the third box, hands tremble to reveal
Armageddon in the Book of Revelation resonances from the foothills
Atomic radiation permeates the continents
False contestants will lead to the battle under global pretense
Death, destruction, up to the horse’s bridle
Weapons of mass destruction will be to the hands its idol
Cries, yells, heard in a path of dismal, upon the land, dark
Sodom and Gomorrah shall rain brimstone, the Morning Star shall raise, taking sinful beings unto his bottomless Arc
A box the lid cannot be replaced
Wretched souls, eyes blackened, mouths in allegiance spewing hell, asunder of grace to salvation shall be touched upon every, man, woman, child of every race
Tears of the left behind shall fall from cheeks upon the mark of the beast’s face
Signed From The Mothership,
The Anunnaki
I wanted to officiate, my Celebration, of my Heritage month, with words that have molded me into the woman I am, and for the women of my French, Haitian, Creole lineage my beautiful insignia, and I cherish who continues to stand here today, given the chance to pave the way, for my future, and keep my ancestral ordained Proverb closest to my heart, always, 'No weapons formed against thee shall proper'
Creation By A Queen's Crown Apparel™
Madam C. J. Walker, an influential African-American entrepreneur, philanthropist, and activist.
Born Sarah Breedlove in 1867, she became the first female self-made millionaire in America by developing and marketing a line of hair care products specifically for Black women. Her company, Madam C. J. Walker Manufacturing Company, was incredibly successful, and she used her wealth to support various charitable causes and civil rights organizations.
(cited SKC 02-08-25).
#CelebratingBlackHeritageMonth
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🖤
Good luck to my Hometown Philadelphia Eagles and their appearance in the 59th Superbowl, that will be played in New Orleans, a city of such beautiful wonders, enriching culture, a narrative history, worth listening to,
To my New Orleans Saints, ahh., maybe next year, but your city, is hosting the Main Event, and the cuisine oh, my goodness, my Haitian Creole Roots are does shine through.
The last time, I was there, I was shooting a mini-production, straight out of Houston, Texas... wow, time sure does soar, and I did Karaoke singing, Tina Turner's song, What's Love Got To Do With It, and my bestie and my cell phone had run out of charge.
And my regret, I did not capture that moment in time, and I was live blogging all over New Orleans, and the weather was pleasant.
Enjoy your Sun-Day, no matter what football team you are cheering for.
Love and Hugs always,
SKC🌻
Go Birds, We Fly
I was late for my Thursday Hour Girls Night Blog, imagine my intro music playing and I am just now walking in half tipsy and still half sleepy from still parting from my birthday week.
Thank goodness for Visine and Peppermint tea. I excused myself, so no topic...
Enjoy your day, oh I made this attire out of my robe, I have so many robes, primarily white, therefore, I will be making various creation out of them.
Love and Univeral Hugs, always,
SKC🖤
If I Ruled The World Imagine That
If I ruled the world imagine that
I will have my loyal Knights ready to battle and slew the presence of any traitor, enemies in mortal combat
Have all the world dignitaries breaking bread, drinking in compassion for his fellow man or woman at my peaceful table
Hail to the Queen if you were not found in heart with an intellectual cause to negotiate treaties
In the throne of malice, discontent, your sources to maneuver, to declare the rules of engagement will be disabled
All the Angels in the second Heaven, remain to entrust me with their Holy deciphers found in the book of Revelations
Phrases to preach the gospel, teach the masse to have faith, believe, reach the solace of the unfaithful, bowing to the whispers I get from the divinity of the constellations
No more astral traveling when the spirit and soul is divided, an ordained entity migrating through open portals in time
Asunder from self, in distinct dimensions, frozen elements of planets marooned, seeing the wonders of the Supreme’s hidden designs
Ancient dialects, carved Hieroglyphs understood within the compass of a quantum mind
Seeds of hereditary, weary in the passage, the stream of purpose in its traveling
Creation in a single cell of life, tumbling, uniting, unraveling
Convivial the magnificence in the void of light
Listening to the principles of mankind’s creation, entrenched in the womb as a promise to love without the prejudice of sight
Rebirth of sacred temples in the throne of darkness, unto the earth, opened eyes cannot make mistakes, do unto harm and declare self-truth as being right
Sins upon the world, deterring humanity’s fate, destiny marked upon the forehead with an inferior barcode
A wretched being, no sympathy, turned away from your wayward journey, redeemed, yet no earthly love, existence surviving without the warmth of compassion, as left in the blistering cold
Third world countries' citizens will never feel the howling of hunger pangs
Death in the dishonor for those generational beneficiaries who rapes the land, blood on their hands without the guilt of humanities’ fangs
Yet siphoning the bases of survival, giving nothing in return while financially reaping
Beheading to all militants who have caused a country’s blood seeping
Severed fingers for those hasten to code the bombs bursting in air
Choking on the reminisce of floating nuclear particles, no one taking the blame, the shame left in the aftermath, who does a democracy blame, when their government truly does not care
Non-consumption of water, metamorphosed children, from failed strategies of domesticated and foreign affairs
Years of a political administration ruled from deep rooted Subbunkers encouraging a barren soil to have belief in the calls of universal persistence
Waiting for contaminated dust to finally settle and begin life as those trespass against us, lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil in the fight to sustain harmony to preserve everyone’s existence
If I ruled the world imagine that
The Queen Of The Waterloo
Narcan
The wonder drug since the electric paddles of life to comply
Prolonging your existence in the twinkling of an eye
Eyes closed no heartbeats pushing through
A night of Opiates indulgence, a needle for me none for you
That ultimate high
Taking your mind to an illusion of the sky
Crashing while coming down
Another hit, mindful delusion going around and around
Nothing stirring or making a sound
Eyes closed, as I’m greeting my destination
Mental trepidation without any hesitation
The highest point I can reach of my imagination
If only you could see what I mean
Everything up here looks and feels so serene
Yeah, thou, I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
The veins of my salvation, God, I’ve already met
My Narcan Angel has saved me twice
For the sickness of not having my medication is a huge sacrifice
My kids are crying, I refuse to care, do their hair, or give them a fresh breath of air
My liquid gold dependence has placed them all in foster care
My veins have told my story, the pages of my life are on display
I have sold the soul of my character as I grind with a I stranger as I lay
Counseling, Drug Rehabilitation, once, and then I choose to decline
I cannot be held responsible if this feeling is too divine
I did not start my journey as all would think
I was once an Accountant living the illustrious American dream
So, it may have seemed
Back went out, surgery pursued
One pill, then two, the whole bottle just to get me through, the feeling overruled
Pain was excruciating as one would believe, prescribed medications just to appease
Oxycontin, Percocet, Vicodin was just a swallowing tease
Try this, it could be a hit or miss
As I took my first initial hit
My severe pain, gone
Sending my mind in space all alone
But wait, this isn’t so bad
I’m too glad to even be mad
For sticking my vein in a hasten cure
And yes, I’m positively sure
This will be the last time I take this route
But it did knock the pain completely out
Back pain anymore, who me, it doesn’t exist
Maybe it would not occur at all, if I just take one more hit
Plantation of veins, hum, which one do I pick
Collapsed veins over time, I must now slap to get
Ahh, there she is, my belt waiting to wrap
No judgments here, a downfall of a relapse
Tapping the throne not to get my twenty-dollar investment insertion wrong
Strange things to get it, I had to do all night long
Injecting glory of satisfaction into my arm
Body churning in anticipation, a raging internal storm
Pulling the bevel back pushing liquid comforts of warmth
Slumped forward waiting to greet
My mind heading beyond the clouds, made for my vein and me to meet
A new batch in desperation I just got from off the streets
Wait, this feeling is tearing up my insides
Head rolls back, white affixed eyes, I tell you no lies
What’s happening, as I cry out from my world of darkness, where no one larks
I hear screaming voices, dogs barking, sirens, people talking over me making medical remarks
I cannot breathe, someone help me please
My mind, my body has been snatched away
I hope it wasn’t a Fentanyl batch, known to take one’s life, I silently pray
What...,what, is this feeling that has hit my heart
It’s still not beating, it’s too lazy to even jump start
Hit again, hey where is this jolt coming from
I cannot feel anything, my body is still numb
Seconds later, there that feeling goes again
Hospital staff patiently waiting for Narcan to sink in
I can finally catch a breath to live, presence accounted this time to win
Seeing Angels before, I came through
I must stop meeting this door, before my granted visits become overdue
And between me and you
I want my life back without the Opiate blues
Things I once enjoyed, to experience it anew
I have not seen my kids, is this what I’ve reduced myself too
With a shake of His head, a voice spoke out to me
As you lie still, you must live and learn to believe a need to be
Believe in me, as I give all another tomorrow
For your ignorance, you lay in your own thistles of sorrow
I have once again pitied a fool
I tell you all, I have been academically schooled
As I lay here, I will make my promise to you
No more, I’ve seen the other dark side
I have better choices for my mind in life to decide
I will beat this nightmare, it’s behind me once I stand
No one wants life or death decided under the wonder drug, Narcan
#CelebratingBlackHeritage Month
2018
This poem is dedicated to the many people who have come under the rescue of Narcan. Last week while working in the ER on third shift, as a favor to another nurse who was on vacation. There were several people who were brought to the ER from apparent Heroin overdosing. Most of those patients were women. The protocol to save anyone’s life is challenging under normal circumstances, but to assume one has overdosed without any medical information, is even alarming, and an adrenaline rush of time.
Love and Hugs,
SKC5 Just breathe…was the call that night
2025
Fentanyl overdosing deaths are beginning to escalate once again.
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC Intermin, DON, APRN🪽
