POETRY/STORIES

A time when only the stars existed
I dreamed of a woman who climbed to heaven and became the moon

Gazing down on Earth
The sun was also within her, appearing through a portal of flickering flames

An essence of beauty so eternal, lunar energy reflecting off her;
As she was the epitome of moonlight

Surrendering her own control
Though her dominion was forsaken,
Slowly descending...
Falling, descending...
Their body erupting through a fluid realm,
Dissolving gently; fading, drifting
A submersion, is she drowning?
Her energy spatially concentrated within the vicinity of its source
Is this a sense of freedom or change?

The pain, a transient storm, eventually abating,
Her essence taking forms,
Like vapor fading, leaving no remorse.

Into the radiant sea of luminescent might,
An awakening, a voyage from cosmic height,
A flow that's ever-changing,
A downward transition where energy flows in cycles, endlessly.

Falling angels, in stories they hold; portraying,
A myriad of meanings, in their ethereal display,
For self-discovery, a journey, rebirth, or being cast aside,
They speak of abstract notions, deep inside, somewhere for our souls to uncover.

"A premonition; to those wary of combining symphonic unison 
look at his skin 
blue hues bathed in moonlight 
the violin playing colors we’ve never seen 

It’s time for us to face this music 
Feel the energy of support as it creates the sound of 10,000 violins 

the notes flying, creating an
everlasting tune 
For it’s more than just his sound,  
as it ties us together, expressing more than just ourselves 

roots of our people,
our souls set upon the skies 
in a mix;
as we look to the clouds, 
androgynous figures lift one another in pure harmony"

A goddess appears before me, 
dreamless in a wave of fire,
a feeling of destructiveness induces rebirth

Her flames gave life to the butterflies emerging, unfolding their graceful wings; 

as her skin reflects the moonlight, 
monarch butterflies encircle her burning aura 

Deep beneath the pores of her skin, splashes of mercury seeps through

They say butterflies are known to be signs that angels are close by...
well I felt it, but also the soul of this woman, 

sparks spit, her hands burning;
embrace full of a goddesses flame

She birthed herself a goddess in this very moment

Standing in the cold air, he was chosen, to be destroyed

Lightning struck, for he was marked by nature itself

The natural electrical discharge of atmospheric pressure baptized him in light, revitalizes his own self 
Excruciating pain was felt as his whole body stopped in time

Electrifying 

Since lightning is a metaphor for human emotions
The sudden stroke of enlightenment, ignited a deeper sense of self, destroying his body only for rebirth 

Imbuing internal reactions

The point of contact created a connection of unfathomable power, being touched by god 

Self realization developed 

Thoughts rivet causing combustion within his own psyche

Receiving powerful inspiration 

The universe itself arose from his charred body
Shaping him into a perfect symbol of energy

Illumined

A painted mask that glows under the moonlight.
A timeless tradition.

Her gaze under covers of the night,
Lips stained with blood,
matching her crimson red kimono, bright distractions;
give birth to inflaming passions of the peacock.

Emitted from fine feathers,
that melt gently into showers
of colorful melodies.

Every form of beauty, every shade and hue of color becoming stardust-like energies,
exploding at night all alone,
an epitome of beauty.

And before us stood an angel of light, falling to darkness, his grace leaving him, becoming radiation as he transcends down into darkness.

I have only been following God’s orders but
there is something at work in my soul which I do not understand.
Subconsciously he feels indifferent, trying so hard to understand others around him, to understand humans. 
He questions if he should let go of these emotions?
I have no particular desire to live or be killed. As it is a matter of indifference to me. I just do not think I am altogether right.
am I beyond good and evil?
Do I see myself more as a victim rather than a perpetrator? 
What does it matter what people do?
For I'm sorry, in a fallen world, it was hard to do unambiguous good.
Inside he is screaming, nobody pays any attention. If he had arms, he could kill myself, if he had legs, he could run away, if he had a voice he could talk. His pain is constant and sharp and he doesn’t hope for a better world for anyone. He wants his pain to be inflicted onto others...
Corruption. 
Have you ever wondered what a human life is worth?
In the depths of my heart, I can’t help but think that his “dear man” is worthless.
And when my family heard these thoughts, they went out to seize me, for they were saying, “He is out of his mind.”
Leaning against my father, I told him “I am not out of my mind, but I am speaking true and rational words” but the sadness finally broke open inside, hollowing out my heart.
No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.
His mask of sanity was a victim of impending slippage. 
And no wonder, for even Lucifer disguises himself as an angel of light.
All my life I’ve understood the nature of where I come from, but never thought it might be wicked until now.
If one good deed in all my life, I do repent it from my very soul. 
I wanted him to find good in me and he didn’t, there is none.
For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my being. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out.
He told me “No one else can be admitted here, since this gate was made only for you, I am now going to shut it” 
The words “I’m sorry” will never come out, for they would be a lie.
For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing. When denied the right to live the life I believe in, I have no choice but to become an outlaw.
The sun kept on with its slipping away, his grace being extracted away, with his heart falling into a black abyss
Time takes it all whether you want it to or not, time takes it all, bears it away and in the end there's only darkness. 
I guess that’s what saying goodbye is always like... the worst part is making the choice to do it. Once you’re in the air, there is nothing you can do but let go.
The fact is we have no way of knowing if the person we think we are is at the core of our being. But in our own hands lies the power to choose what we want most to be, we are.
Lucifer dwells in us all.
So if every angel, a demon hides...
then only once you destroy who you think you are, can you embrace who you truly are.
But if you let the demon take over, it’s because you choose to.
Maybe self self-improvement isn’t the answer... maybe self destruction is the answer.
...his tears dry up and run out, so he becomes a devil reduced to a monster.
but I will not go away as a monster, but as a tragedy. 
Only after destruction can we be resurrected.

He takes hold of him ,the rain sliding off their face and bodies. They stood naked together, embracing. In awe of each other, through the moonlight. It felt as if time itself froze. They both saw the beauty through the rain.

Under Misty Skies,
Memory conjures up the scene;
Vivid flowers of grandeur and grace reign
Pathways lead through frondescence,
A glimpse of nature at still...
Imagine your heart is a bouquet
Beautiful in many ways;                        
It is one always in bloom,
Holding much power as gems of nature, set by art
With gentleness,
Simply to part while each flower stood;
Plays a part as saturated memories of life

The heavens opened up. And the sky turned black, the heat of passion painting the air with colors. Bright hues flash, as the sun takes form, washing into a sunset. Clouds dancing against their aura, merging together as two become divine beings built in space.

During this time, I believe we should realize as a people, a whole, how beautiful we are. Each and every different type of black skin; is unique, pure. Our lives matter. But remember all of us, as humans should realize that we are all the same, regardless of skin color, regardless of anything we are a species, we should be loving, and uplifting one another especially during this time... I repeat, I need you to know you’re so beautiful, I’m rooting for everybody that is black. Sins that go against our skin, will become blessings. The current movement is a rhythm to us.
With this image I tell you that when it goes down, we woman and we man up. “They say, stay down, and we stand up. I know we are trying so hard. Although they’re holding us back and it stands to reason that they’re doing us like that. It is, I believe its because we’re black. But hey we can’t stop now, got to keep on keeping on. And I know that you know, that I know, that it ain’t right.”