come, dambala...

mama nina
workin the ancestral antenna

givin the downpressor
somethin he can feel
in the heart and soul
he act like he ain't got

...til he gets where he's goin.

you slavers will know
what it's like to be a slave...



 

swim good...

[Verse 1] 
That's a pretty big trunk on my Lincoln town car, ain't it?
Big enough to take these broken hearts and put 'em in it
Now I'm driving 'round on the boulevard, trunk bleeding
And every time the cops pull me over, they don't ever see them
And I've got this black suit on
Roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral
Five more miles 'til the road runs out


[Hook] 
I'm about to drive in the ocean 
I'mma try to swim from something bigger than me 
Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good 
Take off this suit and swim good, and swim good, good 


[Verse 2] 
Got some pretty good beats on this 808 CD, yeah 
Memory seats I'm sitting on stay heated 
I woulda put tints on my windows but what's the difference 
If I feel like a Ghost, no Swayze, ever since I lost my baby 
I've had this black suit on 
Roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral 
One more mile 'til the road runs out 


[Hook] 
[Bridge] 
I'm going off, don't try stopping me 
I'm going off, don't try saving 
No flares, no vest, and no fear 
Waves are washing me (out) 


[Hook] 


[Outro] 
Don't die

a love to last...

working my way up to openly admitting {again} that i long to be loved--not just liked--has been an interesting journey.

even more interesting is that the letter was written almost two years ago to the day...the postscript almost a year ago.

i didn't know it'd been that long.

but, in the interest of continuing to acknowledge and manifest my desires...




I want a Sunday kind of love
A love to last past Saturday night
And I’d like to know it’s more than love at first sight
And I want a Sunday kind of love

I want a a love that’s on the square
Can’t seem to find somebody
Someone to care
And I’m on a lonely road that leads to nowhere
I need a Sunday kind of love

I do my Sunday dreaming,
And all my Sunday scheming
Every minute, every hour, every day

Oh I’m hoping to discover
A certain kind of lover
Who will show me the way

And my arms need someone
Someone to enfold
To keep me warm when Mondays and Tuesdays grow cold
Love for all my life to have and to hold
Oh and I want a Sunday kind of love

I don’t want a Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday, or Thursday, Friday or Saturday
Oh nothing but Sunday oh yea
I want a Sunday Sunday
I want a Sunday kind of love
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday kind of love

love as battlefield

in dialogue with Maman Danto

it is never easy
being forced to see my heart

leaning in to examine
the scar tissue
band-aids
and still-bleeding wounds...

even with help,
trudging through a battlefield
is difficult.

forever & always...

you know who you are...



Lying in my bed I hear the clock tick,
and think of you
caught up in circles
confusion is nothing new
Flashback--warm nights--
almost left behind
suitcases of memories,
time after--

sometimes you picture me--
I'm walking too far ahead
you're calling to me, I can't hear
what you've said--
Then you say--go slow--
I fall behind--
the second hand unwinds

chorus:
if you're lost you can look--and you will find me
time after time
if you fall I will catch you--I'll be waiting
time after time

after my picture fades and darkness has
turned to gray
watching through windows--you're wondering
if I'm OK
secrets stolen from deep inside
the drum beats out of time--

chorus:
if you're lost...

you said go slow--
I fall behind
the second hand unwinds--

chorus:
if you're lost...
...time after time
time after time
time after time
time after time

idea #37 - dare yourself NOT to dance

or, dare yourself TO dance.

whichever is most challenging.

here's something to get you started:

(b)aka girls singing, cameroon

more on the baka people

"damaged"

Dreaming comes so easily
'cause it's all that i've known
True love is a fairy tale
I'm damaged, so how would i know

I'm scared and i'm alone
I'm ashamed
And i need for you to know

I didn't say all the things that i wanted to say
And you can't take back what you've taken away
'cause i feel you, i feel you near me

I didn't say all the things that i wanted to say

And you can't take back what you've taken away
'cause i feel you, i feel you near me

Healing comes so painfully
And it chills to the bone
Will anyone get close to me?
I'm damaged, as i'm sure you know

There's mending for my soul
An ending to this fear
Forgiveness for a man who was stronger
I was just a little girl, but i can't go back

untitled (napowrimo #18)

soundtrack:




i am
working.
conjuring.
breathing.
manifesting.
testifying.
living.
magick.

can't stop my go
interrupt my flow

i am
working.
conjuring.
breathing.
manifesting.
testifying.
living.
magick.

candle lighting
mojo working
woman
sweating sweetness.

i am
working.
conjuring.
breathing.
manifesting.
testifying.
living.
magick.

come see
'bout me.

if i were...

until you lose the one you wanted
'cause you'd taken her for granted
and everything you had got destroyed...

more.

i want some more and then some...

theme song

i'm at the borderline of my faith
i'm in the hinterland of my devotion
i'm in the front line of this battle of mine
but i'm still alive...

woman

who can doubt our divinity when hearing a song like this?
i always wonder who the inspiration was...

i can't know how many times i've incarnated as a woman and/or a female of a species, but there has to be a reason those are the memories and dreams that have left the most lasting impression.

priestess
wonder
mother
creator
qadishtu
shape shifter
worker
codetalker

woman.