Ramblings From an Absolutely Conscious Mind
She Writes I Am Love.
She writes I am Love
On her arm
To remind her of scars
Left by men
Who she let
Take it too far.
By broken promises
And fake emotions
She thought their love
Would be the potion
To set her free
But then one day she realized
The bird cage door
Was always opened……
So she could just be
Searched and Found
Find me where the wild things are and love me there
At the shoreline abandon all expectations and care
I want to feel like my hair waving wildly in the wind
I attract and give love that echoes through centuries and does not rescind
Do not mold us, like clay, into what society wants us to be
I am the type of woman who dances by the fire like a gypsy.
In belly dancer’s garb, cymbals in my hand, arm up as if in a ballerina’s stance
I chose to sing like a siren and captivate you in a trance.
I can
But I won’t
Because manipulation
Is so insincere
I rather
We
Write
Our words
On our
Bodies
Like a diary
Without any fear.
Jump off the boat of certainty
And explore the forest of wild.
I sit upon branches like the Cheshire Cat
With a crooked smile.
Put on your feathered headdress and
Become part of my tribe
No boundaries, No cares, No limits
Be unabashed for once and swallow your pride
Get lost where the wild things are
And I will love you there
I love you so much I will eat you up
And we won’t even care.
Stimulation
This 9 to 5 occupation
is a hazard to my creative and mental emancipation.
Green paper rules but causes damnation.
Call me Neo in the Color Matrix. I create Nations
If you bold then follow me on this New World Situation.
Or call me Athena while you stuck on contemplation.
Live life with no regrets. No hesitations.
Turn your speakers up while I rock this station.
Speak truth and wake up. Join the migration.
Become aware with revitalization
against all that we were told how to live in this civilization.
Ignorance is breed by miseducation.
Throw caution to the wind, get hit with the realization.
Everyday you are not bound like slaves to your past. Reincarnation.
Be in tune with your Mental and spiritual elevation
which leads to the physical manifestation
of internal peace and elation.
Lets get infected with infatuation.
Get lifted and show each other love and appreciation.
Let that be your motivation.
Peace y Namaste mi gente! Enjoy your libations!
(Spoken Word Performance at Apache Cafe in Atlanta, GA)
Decisions
I’m like a zebra
Is it black with white stripes
Or white with black stripes?
Am I the good girl with tattoos and a mean streak
Or am I the bad girl tatted up with a heart of gold?
Do You Here Me?
Back and Forth
Creative flows
between two connected souls
Transcend material goals
Mentally stimulate
before we walk this
physical fate
Can’t turn back once
we pass the gate
Toes to toes
Skin to Skin
No judgement
of past sins
All I ask
If I knock at the door
let me in.
All I ask…
forget the past.
Here is where we begin.
J’adore mon amour
Je suis ton couer
Tu m’entends? Of course…
Bonne Nuit mi gente y namaste!
Sara Ann Bracero 