#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

Sands of Time

Sands of Time
Just thoughts within intellectual lines
As we are born  
So, shall we die  
Plans made in advance to soar to the Heavenly sky  
Do you ever question why you’re here  
An earthy existence with a limited amount of good cheer  
 
Scared to live  
Afraid to die  
Once we get sick… silent prayers, numerous whys  
Lived a good life  
Unite as the Bible says, man and wife  
Kids if you choose  
That beautiful policy in life, surely you can’t lose  
   
The doctrine of Heavenly laws  
So misconstrued  
The good must wait for their pie in the sky  
The wicked having a great time down here, does not even bat a guilty eye  
Heaven hath no fury like a sinful scorn  
Baptism to get peace out of life, dipped in water to be reborn  
   
What if this is Heaven on earth  
No spiritual rebirth  
Once you close your eyes the sands of time has expired  
No more breaths of earthly life required  
Therefore, faith of soul you must now let
Sins of the forefathers has been dealt  
What you see here is all you will ever get  
Darkness and silence are the only thing your soul has met  
   
No crown of glory settled on your head  
In life your emotions have daily bled  
Times you’ve wasted just to live  
Charity from your hard work, you humbly give  
Hoping for forgiveness of sins  
Oh, I lied one time…not killed anyone, so will I still get in  
   
It seems the good always suffer  
The meek continues to earthy smother  
The wicked moves right along  
These are words, not my creed, but it is a pondering song  
Being a nurse, so many questions I get asked  
Sometimes, as I bow my head, I question my daily spiritual fast  
   
Is it all worth it  
To take life’s agony hits  
Turn the other cheek, survive all society’s stinging licks  
It’s not what one would call total bliss  
Then you wait for a crown of glory from living legit  
Die and then find out, it was all lies, just bullshit  
Excuse my tongue  
Bringing it to you straight, as my mind tends to mentally run  
Yes, I believe in the Holy Trinity  
However, many still have questions about the divinity  
   
I advised you I’m locked out  
Therefore, I have inquires I must yell and shout about  
I pray daily, maybe God will lend me his ear and listen  
Is it the erotic side of my nature that Heavenly hinders me  
Gift of words given at an early age  
School plays, theater in college, words delivered with confidence on stage  
Never once passed up the church offering plate  
Yet, on my knees still questioning my fate  
   
Generation of healing hands  
For woman and man  
Is it not enough, I ask  
Soul goes on, yet the body on earth will never last  
Hoping for redemption for a sinful past  
   
Knees I pray  
Until I hear the words, well done, my knees I shall stay  
Answers given as I finally wobble to stand  
Mind, Body, Soul, and Spirit in sequence to conquer the mental lands  
From my Queen’s crown to you and yours  
Love given in all its entities from the stars, the moon, the Heavens above, casting down to the east coast shores  

NoPoo #21 (12-15-20)
Published 1st Oct 2018

#NoPoo/ 151220/ 22:12:47

16.12.2020
6.29am
#NoPoo

I told you
I'll take photos
for you when I go
to the mountains
yesterday I went to the river instead
I thought of you
took some photos
realised I didn't have your address
for a moment
the rapids looked welcoming

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16.12.2020
2007 AEDST

#35

....

a fragile hypocritical soul
where loneliness grows
like a weed
neglected, yet in a persistent ire
standing strong in passage
willfully against
all of the elements
it's audacity remains—
thrives
especially in such perfect conditions
when even the sun bows


....O' how lonely does bloom...




#NoPoo 12/16/2020
6:17am EST

16.12.2020
9.04pm
#NoPoo

One day
I hope
you'll tell me
where you've been
and take me
with you
to see it

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Lineage and Legacy

Lineage and Legacy as one must come to perceive
Those are life’s footprints we deem to conceive    
Moments in time we have achieved    
As we glance upon a mirror of our reflection    
Our eyes, nose, lips, lineage at times comes into question    
What makes us the person who we are    
From a presence already ordained beyond a constellation of stars    
Are we playing out our life on a cosmic screen    
Sight and feelings in time unforeseen    
Learning in life to keep our noses clean    
   
If God does know all    
Then why do we fight our fate when we stumble or fall    
From the womb from which life we came    
Universal love one and the same    
In life that’s the name of the game    
Prepared at birth to withstand the stinging rain    
Have faith through bodily pain    
Never taking the Lord’s name in vain    
Echoes of cries, don’t pour your money down the drain    
Never to go against the grain    
   
Perilous times has ridden the face of society’s dream    
The white picket fence, American’s apple pie wishes, so it may seem    
From the dust from which we shall return    
While we’re all here we live and we learn    
   
Lessons    
Believing in daily blessings    
Praying we all put down such deadly weapons    
Social media has now become our true friend    
Stroking computer keys to emotions we lend or defend    
Mental images displayed on screens, never to cease or end    
I’m a writer, author by trade    
Words sometimes hidden behind a masquerade    
   
My lineage is Haitian, Mulato, French, Creole of old    
Midwifes in villages, city nurses generational foretold    
Will I leave my mark, my handprints, my footsteps    
My written concepts    
Media sites with memories of my creed    
A dose of reality always to feed your need    
   
My legacy is the signature of my face    
As I bow my head in a state of grace    
Being vain, never the case    
At times, feelings get caught up between a rock and a hard place    
Aquarian traits, please don’t blame me    
Footloose and fancy free    
None as blind as those who will not see    
Roots of the soul    
Intellectual Creole    
Which makes me who I am    
Healer, as God tempers my land    
Lineage and Legacy for me, that’s who    
My blanket above I have proudly laid out for you

NoPoo #22 (12-16-20)

17.12.2020
1124 AEDST

#36

Soft Petals Of A Gypsy

Deeper and Deeper    
My vivid emotions are scaling steeper and steeper  
Falling into the enrapture of my sweet abyss  
I can’t swim, holding on for a floating reminisce    
No breaths of rescue, but empty perceptions amiss    
A thrilling rollercoaster ride to surrender under my seductive womanly creed    
Giving you my wants, my desires, all my needs    
Illuminating narratives, so allow my beautiful emotions for once to softly bleed    

No Band-Aid needed, just permit it to seep and go    
Merging the essence of my heart and soul as it flows    
Let my eyes see things undone    
No need to straighten things out, this is my salvation, my ancestors have fought and won    
I have lifted myself out of the element of solitude    
My mind screams out for peace among gratitude    
It feels so good for the mind to have no plans    
Just me, myself, and I where I presently stand    
Gypsy girl without my banjo    
Dancing in the wilderness, the winds shaping my heart, enlightening me from head to toe    
In the midst of the sweetest emotional freeze    
No time to get back down on my knees    
I am loving to just write as I please    
The rambling over spilling, unchained, and running free    
My ability to shelve my salacious creed as I please    
For the first time, I will allow someone else to take the wheel    
Lead my heart into the dark world of forbidden passion to fulfill    
I refuse to find my one way    
My thoughts within self is quiet and peaceful as a child learning to play    

Blue skies on the horizon, making tender love to my mind    
For once, separating myself from the  presence of time    
No designs, yet, grateful for God’s echoing chimes    
I can walk, I can run, I can soar    
No restraints holding me down, refusing to bust down a hurried door    
Feels so good as naked as I am    
Flying high without the constrains of man    
Eyes wide open    
The winds carrying my thoughts have spoken    
Reality advising me this is not a dream    
My mind is suspended in a state of total serene    

Soft Petals Of A Gypsy  



NoPoo #23 (12-17-20)

In youth, ignorance flares
unknown, yet to swear nothing but known
excellence in only allowed petulance
when in truth,
just a phony portrayed hubris
~ a tell-tale ~
as the winds of vapid learned lessons
blow to ensure that unknown is surely unknown
a slight hope of avoiding yet other fucked up transgressions



#NoPoo
12/17/2020
11:24am EST

#NoPoo/ 171220/ 22:37:19

(excuse poetic souls.. comes with an extreme content.. had to do so.. the timely righteous raging against lies & hypocrisies... light & love you all xx)



*pic: from Kahaani(2012) eternal fav hindi flick.. the gorgeously bold Vidya Balan enacts the Modern-day Kali- killing Evils..

18.12.2020
5.57pm
# NoPoo

On this date
last month
I played Ring-a-ring o' roses...with words round and round
this thread
don't break the chain,
I mantra-ed
like a Buddhist prayer wheel
but time sneezed
and you fell down
I'd like to think you
you walked towards the light
or saw beautiful waterfalls and meadows
where loved ones congregated
that you might tell them
somewhere a candle burns for you
in the enclave of a mourning heart
🌹🌹🌹

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18.12.2020
2149AEDST
#36

that rusting chassis by the corrugated road

someone once
was on their way
...