#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

07.12.2020
1305 AEDST

In The Still Of The Night


The sound of your voice has faded away
your crepe paper skin riddled with scratches
In my mind's eye still feels so soft as I massage you and sway
You, humming along to me singing your song
The Five Satins "In The Still Of The Night"
It's playing right now, and as usual I'm singing along
I wonder if you can hear me, as each note takes flight

https://youtu.be/eHhWwEvHaEk






#NoPoo
12:06am EST
12/7/2020

7.12.2020 - 7:38am

You’re sure going to
read some stupid quotes
from famous people
but I don’t see how
all is fair in love and especially war
like it’s heartbreaking
when it’s said it’s better to have
a Russian on you
than an American overhead dropping bombs
but innocent women and children
were getting raped
for a coward in the end
that couldn’t face the music

a love, naturally.


You're there
now, whispering between each wind blow
Eyes sparkling in each star as you direct it's tinkling
I can faintly hear your laughter
throughout all those fall leaves that beautifully scatter
Yes, you are there...
As your face slowly appears in a heart shaped clearing above,
I catch my own breath
..... and remember, ours  was the truest love




#NoPoo 11:02am EST. 12/7/2020

8.12.2020
12.18am
#NoPoo

that's an awesome memory
When You can connect memories to weather or the earth....
I think they are so special
it rained today
watched the raindrops
on running water
and thought of you
My heart is just missing you

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#NoPoo/  071220/ 23:27:23
:: some three blabberations... from the sacred hushes of night gardens::

1.
shape of hope~

their coxcomby hoisting inflorescence
in a slightly bent atop.. so humbling..
this eternal Amaranthus.. hangs
gently~ freely in a suspensional  
silence... a music swinging within..
..their many pillared minarets~  become
tidal 🌊 wavelets of endless joining motions..

stands nearby

an encircling divinity of lotusy ponds.. their
waxing leafy matte~ message of Buddha's
detachment rolls on in the deciphering..  as
One language.. from their drifting discrete
sphericular bits of pearlsce alphabets..


2.
~that smallish round yellowbulb

pure nostalgic. this dimly lit yellowbulb.. of
a distant home of low ceilings.. & that of that
rustic thatched glowy lanterning silhouettey hut..
drenchingly sprinkled allover
in their each thready interwoven strawy nerves
...as tip~ tip drumming bold... drippy drizzly
midnight (t)rains.. a series of pure love 💧
journey..


3.
~their cordates & ovates of changing coloration

even the worshipped Peepul too goes
through this cycle inevitable... fluoresces
deathmetallic- in  bronzing grace
of a seasoned senescence..

& infectiously enough...  those

hardened veinous & ruffly~ rustling
chirpy Guavas too..  bear the splatteringly
mottled red smallpoxy zincings..
of the enigmatic times.. in a painly shrivel?




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08.12.2020

1300 AEDST

a time for everything, of course!




howling winds outside
and an arresting headache
make some annoying backdrop
to read
or write
anything

it's just like pissing into the wind...

Locked Out

In the hunt for hidden treasures, riches of golden pleasures  
The map compass is sending me on a journey I started early this morning  
Been all over the world, gathering mysteries
Rested my head in third world countries, adopting their histories  
We take so many things for granted we have in our sole possession  
Laborer of hands, cut off for conflict diamonds, mines patrolled and controlled by government given weapons  
Children’s faces of silent tears, village raids hidden from fears  
You ask me why I choose to say, I once nursed unto presence, held hands as I quietly prayed  
The arrival of UNICEF or Red Cross mission, its wondrous assisting salvation  
Rice, beans, cholera murky water, pestilences, daily starvation  

In America, we want, comforted by our needs  
Do you ever take the moment to think someone else’s heart bleeds  
It weeps for peace  
Dominated by a strong hold in the Middle East  
It cries out for the land to replenish  
No seeds sown, land cracked and diminished  
Tusks of elephants hunted in jungles as they roam, this heartless concept does hit home  

Poachers aiming no more they stand  
Now considered Smuggled Ivory Contraband  
Safari eyes have seen in the motherland  
Those piano keys  
Blood Ivory Tusks that plays such sweet melodies  
Pictures of the people, the villages, a long-distance heartfelt romance  
Midwives, flies, propaganda lies, riddles the lands  

How could I close my eyes to memories of missionary relief  
Strange occurrences, crooked political system with no guided spiritual beliefs  
I may write as a sexy dame, however, remembrance of Soweto’s villages of tin  
Beautiful names behind smiles of origin  
Nurse duties advised, not to judge, turn a blind eye in time  
Skin pigmentation, not aged like fine wine  
A forgotten country, citizens living among mud, poor educational system, hunger, and flies  

Exploited on television, Haiti allowed me to spread my wings, set me free to be me  
So much work still to do in Africa, not by one’s hands  
Donations among any natural disaster falling short to deliver to woman or man  
Locked out, eyes to heaven as I’ve looked up  
Suburban privileges not sipped from everyone’s cup  

Separatism, it tried  
Multicultural, with still privileged prying eyes  
Albino grief as said, gives wealth, good luck, not sin  
Taken from mother’s arms killed for the color of their skin  
Witch Doctors unethical Healers  
Trafficking body parts like Tanzania organ dealers  

I wish we all could live as one and the same  
The Ten Commandments should have condemned to hell by names  
Who really does no wrong  
On that theory I could go on all night long  
From the preacher to the teacher  
Can’t we all just get along  
Then again, it’s no longer echoed as a world peaceful song  
That concept died by skin tone alone  

This poem came to me  
While praying on my knees  
Asking forgiveness of American’s sins  
Taking the burdens back to its origin as this creation could begin once again  
Replaced now with worldly peace  
Things of importance such as technology will be decreased  
Talking to one another with receptive intentions will be increased  

Locked out  
Beyond a shadow of a doubt  
Locked out of what  
The divine answers uncut  

NoPoo # 13
(Published 1st Oct 2018)

... even darkness screams in unison



Cocoon'd, cozy and warm,
your voice, it's all I have mulled
as knotted desires still swarm;
Missing that of which,
that is still mostly unknown
Affected and effected as this affinity has grown
My hands reach out, grasping at a demand
to secure such delight,
as I call out your name to hear it echo and tear through my night



I hear it, still.





#NoPoo
11:37am EST
12/8/2020

Dream Weaver

Dream Weaver    
In this life can you make lost souls for once a true believer  
For the ones who have detoured from the righteous way  
Humanity eradicated, thoughts below as they continue to stray    
Once upon a time society had admiration for the things we say    
Helping one another in times of need    
So long ago forgotten, as the land of the brave constantly political bleed    
   
Dream Weaver    
Leave It To Beaver or mental deceiver    
Homes of such, has been systematically destroyed    
Troops are still being deployed    
Kids’ mentality is controlled by a pop of a pill    
Weapons in their hands for a direct kill    
Is this the passion of God’s will    
If so, Hell is going to be mighty full    
No one down below will have any say, or financial pull    
   
Heaven with a vast of spacious rooms    
Only if you can forgive the sins of the forefather’s, trickery gloom and doom    
Rebirth of the internal soul still looms    
After church service that concept is gone too soon    
   
Marches for peace    
Riots crying out from the streets    
This country is sowing for political seeds from what it reaps    
Dues must be paid    
Talks of ground wars, trade wars, plans have already been laid    
More violence, increased visions of discrimination    
Bombs planted set out for packaged elimination    
Police brutality initiations    
Male annihilations    
   
Will the bloodshed of America ever end    
Whispered words on the knees is where it all begins    
The more you pray, justice feels as if it’s a dream    
Political rebuff, back door wicked schemes    
Where are we heading, no one seems to know    
As I once told someone, I have an umbrella whichever the pouring rain flows    
   
Television, the vision of command    
Does not caress you, yet it demands    
Controls the minds of woman, baby, and man    
What you see are what the eyes are led to believe    
You must decipher to mentally perceive    
Working by the press of an alarm clock just to monetary achieve    
No money in hand, no fast cars to drive, no beautiful homes to stand in, only name read in remembrance others will come to grieve    
   
Dream Weaver    
Eyes have seen, ears have heard, keeping my eye on the sparrow achiever    
Hail to the Queen    
Some would question, however, words have never deterred my dream    
A tale for another day    
Yes, I would have my say    
As we speak, too many pressing issues to relate    
To sink venom, not my creed, I’ll leave that to the snakes    
I hope to always engage your mind    
My intellect is still flowing on cloud nine    
As I bow before God’s designs  
   
Life goes on    
Let the words of these issues be your guiding song    
I will not be gone for too long    
Closing my eyes, mind is now sailing    
Fate, Karma, and Destiny also prevailing    
Love and Hugs    
To all my readers who have crossed my path, I give you my kisses and mental rubs    
   
This Dream Weaver has ascended    
Celestial stars my soul has blended    
Make sure on earth, you always strive to stay in it    
Atrial plane, up here no pain    
Feel my echoing words in the midst of your earthly reign    

NoPoo #14 (12-08-20)
First Published 27th Sep 2018

9.12.2020
9.08am
#NoPoo

Those quiet moments that become painted or captured by poem n prose
Smiles and laughter...to have and hold the sparkle in Your eyes when You smile.
My heart is so missing You.

45

    09.12.202
   1302 AEDST

              to my dearest birds [of flight(?)]

a new gift am sure you'd love
love love love
am sure as hell you will
it's bigger beautiful and taller
unlike your current one
much smaller

here
you will feed
the best of the seed
that'll be bought
surely that's a treat
you'll forget not
meal after meal
in your new shiny home

your wings, beautiful plumes
of blue
and white
yes i do feel it ain't right
to clip
but lest you slip
out of this 'home'
and start to roam
and become a feed yourself
God forbid
from a bird of prey

you're mine
my babies
i love you, surely i do
i splurge more than
on my urge
in spoiling you

i have you

you are my most treasured ornament
at home
just please
if you ever had( am sure you never did)
give up that dream of yours
to roam
free
you belong
nowhere
and to no one
but
me


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(#rant)

the deepest darkest love.


Take it, willingly.
Everything I have to offer
My mind, body, soul and each single happiness
... all yours...
As I sip, the most delicious cup of fresh brewed perfectly prepared cup of coffee—
a "Yours"
barely audible, into the morning ether,
soars







#NoPoo
8:29am EST
12/09 /2020