Evolution of Childhood InterPlanetary Dreams

On June 19, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Uncategorized

So nice had to Reblog it Twice!! An Oldie but a Goodie right in time for Summer!

Espiritu en Fuego/A Fiery Spirit

Evolution of Childhood InterPlanetary Dreams

Grandmas Reign Quilt

Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer — Grandmother

Epoch Heydays beat rhythm time Tempo bringing Glory Days and Golden Age into Earth, Space, time Continuum alignment around my being. Spiritual Discernment begins the convergence of planets, Moon-Womben Star-gazers endlessly birthing heavenly bodies and floating orbs.

Mother Africa as Creator Goddess singing Reign Blessings upon her children.

My World, the ones I saw in my Grandmother’s Quilt and the ever expanding Galaxies beyond Earth, Sky, Sun and Moon-Daughter Wishes, Hopes and Desires.

Ancient hand stretching finger Ancestor Dimensions reaching forward into time and eternity bringing revelation knowledge of history long past yet made fresh daily.

Troubles beating bloody fists upon my pate.
Belladonna into Nightshades.

Tethered by an unholy umbilical cord to a dead albatross. Dreams deluge. Green metal Frigidaire Fan blowing air opposite it’s promised heat relief. Stub toe late shift Dad curses Castro…

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Vermillion

On June 19, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn African American Queen, Blue, boils, Brilliant, Chalice, Chasuble, Crimson, Dung heap, Empress, Flesh, Pockmarked, Prisoners, Purple, Robes, Ruby Red, Scorn, spittle, Stigmata, Sword, Twilight, Vermillion, Vivid, Wailing4 Comments

Vermillion

Chasuble and Chalice
Shall hold forth no malice
until that great day when the dragon lies
slain by his excellent silver sword.

Cries for help often go unanswered
condemning lost souls to the noisy desperation of
unmarked graves.

T’is useless to summon the gods of war
as other battles take precedence

Yours is a wailing that echoes throughout time
over the crooks and valleys of a deserted land
waiting for a legion that shall never arrive

Prisoners paraded boils and pockmarked stigmata
marching towards the land of Shades
Neither in this world or fully in the next one.

Twilight evermore………………

I fell upon my sweet sweet sword when I heard the dirge
emerge.

Once I was a Queen my brilliant vivid ruby red velvet purple blue
robes now tattered with scorn…

Now Empress of the dung heap. A loathsome swollen twisted
disfigured mass of fuming flesh aching for renewal while
another round of spittle hits the mark

Badly mangled I creep towards a salvation always just out of reach.

Crimson runs rampant along it’s craggy shores.

Illusion of the Oasis

On June 15, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Abraham, Crumbs, Gods, Illusion of the Oasis, Isle of the Damned, Lost Souls, Nectar, Paradise, Poor, Rich, soul

The rich spit upon the poor
telling them it is nectar from the gods.
Downtrodden souls gather at the feast
waiting for crumbs that are snatched away
from their outstretched hands mid-grasp.
Turned away from the billionaire festival
we can only gaze with hungry eyes
and swollen bellies
never to know paradise
until gathered to Abraham’s bosom.

STILL ON THE YUMBA MISSION

On June 15, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Uncategorized

Autism Activism in Ghana.

The Rain Soaked Mirror

On June 14, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Grim Reaper, Heaven, Lost Souls, Sky, soul, The Penitent Magdalen Artist: Georges de La Tour (French, The Rain Soaked Mirror, Vic-sur-Seille 1593–1653 Lunéville) Date: ca. 1640, Weeping, World

The sky is crying
Heaven is weeping
for the loss of all that is good in this world
I looked in the mirror to rearrange my countenance
and saw the Grim Reaper staring back at me
Waiting to take my immortal soul.
I stepped into the mirror and took his hand
Vowing to find the peace not given to me in this
Temporal World.