Author: dancingpalmtrees

An African/Native American Queen, Wordsmith, Photographer, Free Spirit and Teacher.

Alkaline Antioxidant Water Chronicles ~ Journey to Health & Fitness

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Jerome

Alkaline Antioxidant Water from Jerome Gaillard has turned physical can’ts into Can-Dos!! Kangen water has opened up an entire new world of physical fitness possibilities. Every week I see myself reaching new exercise goals. I’m moving onward, upward and forward. Mark my words I see myself running a 5K if not this fall sometime starting Spring 2015!! My entire outlook on what I can do has changed. New Possibilities along with the challenges that they bring are open and endless. I Conquer step by step! No longer must I sit at the sidelines watching others and dreaming. I hear the Lord saying to me to Run the Race that has been set before me with Alkaline Antioxidant water by my side!! 

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Alkaline Antioxidant Water Testimony!!!

Since I started using Alkaline Antioxidant water that I get from Jerome Gaillard on a consistent basis I no longer need my prescription for Omeprazole better known as Prilosec. The water works. Get it and use it today!

As for Mr. Nasty Sinus? He is vanquished. Thanks to drinking nearly two gallons of Kangen water between July 11th to July 13th and I’m as fit as a fiddle. Without Alkaline Antioxidant water my sinus problems would have last up to two weeks, but drinking Alkaline Antioxidant water reduced the intensity and duration of the sickness. The cough has been virtually vanquished!

I was able to go out from Sunday afternoon until after Midnight. Stay up for another hour to talk with my friend so I went to bed around 2 am Monday morning. Still able to get up with energy to go for a rigorous workout at Seven Bell Fitness gym located in Brooklyn, NY; come home go to the grocery and do laundry with energy left to burn.

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WHAT ARE YOU DRINKING?. * Cancer Causing Chemicals Found In Your Drinking Water: Linked to an increased of colon and bladder cancer. Prescription drugs in your drinking water. The water supplying many cities is contaminated with pharms drugs. Including anti-depressant medications, anti-seizure medications, anti-inflammatory medications, painkillers, even caffeine. 

* Tap water is a soup of enteric viruses, bacteria, synthetic fertilizers, pesticides & herbicides, hormones, household cleaning residues, heavy metals, degrading plumbing, human and animal wastes, parasites, arsenic, fluoride, chlorine, and pharma. .www.naturalnews.com/drinking_water.html

* How often do you consume water, as ice cubes, as an ingredient in cooking, you ingest more water than any other form of food, bit by bit, day by day, glass by glass. What drugs are you drinking?

Cancer causing agents in Bottled Water. Contaminated with Medications, Fertilizer, Disinfection Chemicals. www.tinyurl.com/csc6jrv +www.tinyurl.com/muvkch4

Pharmaceuticals are now found in 24 major metropolitan cities. The government allow 25% untreated sewage to blend in our drinking water daily. www.tinyurl.com/l6r5p3y . www.tinyurl.com/lb4chsl

* DR. OZ. .chemicals are found in your tap water, lead, mercury, pesticides, and synthetic hormones. Proven cause of bladder and rectal cancer risk.. “Long-term drinking appears to increase a person’s risk. Over 45,000 Americans are diagnosed every year. + www.tinyurl.com/kuexu5l

The Associated Press reporting that all kinds of chemicals are found in your tap water, and this time we’re not talking about lead, mercury, pesticides, or synthetic hormones.www.naturalnews.com/024764_pharmas_water_supply.html

*NBC’s NEW – Tom Costello, hundreds of drugs in drinking supplies of 41 million Americans. WATCH. www.tinyurl.com/oxndrnz ~www.tinyurl.com/bts3ppe ~ www.tinyurl.com/r8nnvj .

Family and friends are like diamonds, precious and rare. • YOU HAVE A CHOICE.Give your family a gift of health that keeps on giving. FREE of contaminants and acts as an extremely potent anti-oxidant.www.tinyurl.com/n2bog9v .

You are responsible for your health, not your doctor. Essential to health and wellness for anyone (well or sick) www.americanaci.org/1-alkaline-ionized-water.html

POISON IN YOUR TAP.
www.naturalnews.com/drinking_water.html

* Get your children to drink more water. Water is the best drink. * THE WATER MYTH.. www.tinyurl.com/aj27urc . www.tinyurl.com/3q8lcwj

Make your health a priority today.
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* Dr. Theodore Baroody, suggestion is to drink restructured, alkaline water whenever possible.” Dr. Rogers, rid the body of acidic waste,.www.tinyurl.com/5k8n54 . www.tinyurl.com/ax9m3cj..

What are YOU waiting for? Contact for more info. Inbox or 718-592-4470. YOU DO HAVE A CHOICE.. Change your life by taking one step at a time. Access Code:( puplewater ). www.healthsuccesscenter.net/jeromeg

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The Workers Leave No Footprints

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Abuse, Acceptance, African American Queen, African Goddess, African King, Bad Breath, Battle, Black Orpheus, Body Odor, Body Snatchers, Borg, Broken Angels, cacophony, Catharsis, Craving, Creativity, DeBorah, deception, Deliverance, Delusions, Dissonance, Dreams, Ethiopian Goddess, Expectations, Explore, Fantasy, Female Divinity, Feminine Divine, Hallucinations, Innovation, Inquisitive, Knowledge, Koyaanisqatsi, Limbo, Loss, Lost Souls, Malevolent, Morpheus, Museum, Negritude, Night Sweats, Nirvana, Oneiroi, Optical illusions, Phantaso, profane, Purgatory, Recovery, Refuge, Rejection, Rescue, Riders on the Storm, Ritual, Sacred, Sanctuary, Scars, soul, Spears, Spider Web, Spinning, Spirit, Spirituality, Stereotypes, Stigmata, Stinky breath, Suffering, Surrealism, Taijhena Mona Lisa Ormand, Thánatos, The Twilight Zone, The Walking Dead, Under belly, Understanding, Unloved, Unwanted, Vision, Visions, War, Wasteland, Wicked, Wisdom, Woman, Zombies4 Comments

Dreams Never Die

Misty Foggy Morn

Youth said “Dreams Never Die.” Twenty years passed then Recession kicked in. New Realities were born. Twelve hour workdays became the norm.

Like a drowning man Dreams surfaced again and again only to plummet down to the watery deep. All the while knocking at 1% door watching them through one-sided window laugh, play, drink and party with no thought for the ‘Morrow’. We the unseen only imagining free time for our dreams.

Dreams that must wait until Social Security beckons if death does not reach us first. Fore bread, water, warm clothes and a place to live cry louder. Goodnight Sweet Dreams. May you one day resurrect to a New Dawn.

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The Working Poor Leave No Footprints

Surrounded by a plethora of people who seemed to surface like bloated corpses after spring thaw.  Worker bees we are all meaningless specks of dust being recklessly scattered by blustery winds.  Modern day Robber Barons throw battle weary soldiers back into the battle while they sit sipping tea in Ivory Towers.  Thirty-seven years a professional, now placating rot breath Sabbath suits long in tooth, visions of Mammy dancing in their heads.  Limestone Liver spotted wrinkled bone bags befoul the air with endless demands.  Dontcha know Miz Daisy learned to drive herself and the Help all went to the French Rivera.

Foggy Misty Morn

I am Hagar cast out of my prosperous household, denied by the Master and Mistress I once served.  Thrown out of my protectors’ house my Dream-child and I await Our Avenging Angel of Salvation.

My Dreams now dead buried under work obligations, mountains of rules and regulations that I seem to constantly violate just by being. No miracles exist for me. Only years of mindless drudgery ahead.  Millennial Overseers govern my every move with their remote control mind games.  Freedom lies dormant within my imagination.  My brain has been put out to pasture because intelligence is not needed or wanted and creativity has become a sin.  Automaton Me clad in nondescript dull uniform easily replaceable by the next set of hungry hands yearning for the pence dispensed from the rich mans table.  Hey!! Who’s next up on the Auction Block?!!  Come lock step into the Plantation Mausoleum filled with objects which are valued more than drones who guard them.  We be Aliens in our own Land.  Serfs never reaping a hard earned Harvest.

Yet soon a New Day will Dawn, Dreams will bear fruit and Visions be reborn.

Geechie Lover

On By dancingpalmtreesIn 50+, Africa, African American Queen, African Goddess, African King, Carnal, Colour of Beauty, Eros, Erotic, Goddess, Jerome, Orgasm, Sexual Fantasy, Song of Solomon, Songs of Solomon & Sheba, Vagina

Geechie Lover

I can’t seem to steadily fix your face in my mind. It keeps fading from view.

Yet my body remembers your hands on my thighs. Hungry eyes devouring my pheromone gaze.

Every day the beautiful lonely rosebud years for the stem eagerly awaiting pollination, satisfaction and release.

I feel the weight of your obsidian flesh keeping rhythm with my answering hips.

Geechie man where are you now? Are you favoring another with your charming 1000 watt grin?

Your imprint remains emblazoned on my mind, body and soul, Daily seeping into V-shaped orifice legs wrapped around your broad barrel chest.

 

Throes of Spiritual Passion
Ecstasy, Passion — A Holy Orgasmic Release.

 

Vulvonic Storms

Engulfing pleasure via penetration by the fire-tipped arrow of liquid bliss igniting climax, undulating quivering flesh cresting and falling waves beating against craggy muscular shores.  Repeatedly the sword is plunged into welcoming consummation releasing the rapture seminal fluidity ecstasy. A Rhapsody of convulsions enraptures my being casting me into sensual oblivion of volcanic bursts of molten lava shooting forth from Vulvonic cores.  Addicted to never-ending euphoria once again I levitate towards the Golden Flaming Spear scorched sweat washing into untamed grottos. Intensity of squeaks and yelps issue forth from formerly abandoned caverns answering the echoes of uncontained passion as a runaway beast charging, snorting and grunting smashing into the tight cavity taking command. A cacophony of primordial reverberations fill the bedchamber atmosphere exposing sweaty, grindy rumpled sheets infused with rainbow colors, orchestral violins and Angelic voices heralding the gale force winds of Solomon and Sheba eternal song.

 

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Baby Boy

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Uncategorized46 Comments

He looked like an Angel albeit a broken Angel splayed out on the cold marble floor. His head at angles with his twisted body along with his staring unseeing eyes extinguished any hope that the embers of life still burned within him.  The earth came up to meet him and swallowed him into the heavens.  The Benjamins make a poor parachute.

Cupid shot by his own Arrow.
Cupid shot by his own Arrow.

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Baby Boy

Baby Boy Got $200 sneakers as a reward for cussing the teachers and failing in school. Teacher or principals fault. Grades all F but it ain’t me you fucked up can’t you see! School’s for Fools. Some place I don’t want to be.

Baby Boy he never wrong. They got it all mixed up seeing me strong. Y’all know I’m the King of my crew. God’s Gift to everything.

But in the back of your head all you can see is yo’ no count Daddy, welfare system and crackhead Momma staring back in the mirror saying you gonna be like me.

Hanging out in the upper class nabe with my hoodrat crew. See a few things I wanna take. Wait a minute! What’s that I hear! A siren in back of me. Starting to fear. Next thing I’m on Lock down in Juvie Hall. Where my crew at now when as I’m taking this fall.

Baby boy lying in a ditch. Worse off than being a Snitch. Off to Rikers’ to be somebody’s Bitch. Baby Boy. You Done. You Done.

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His rhymes had got him to the big time. Opened new doors of upper class vice and sin. The immoralities of the 1%. I gazed at my son from the balcony of one of the greatest art institutions in the city seeing not the young man who had entered the 27 Club of the Immortals but every little boy running up and down Linden Blvd., Jamaica Avenue, Fulton Street or Sedgwick Avenue running to be the next 50 cent or Jay-Z finding fame and winding up on 27 Jump Street misjudging the doubles lives one foot in the hood and the other on Central Park West or the Upper East Side seeking Hipster fame and validation.

Jump my Son/Sun. Jump out of your dreams and into Eternity.

Voice-Over

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Voice Over

Listen to my voice. Listen to the sound of my voice intoned the old Victrola.

Throes of Spiritual Passion
Ecstasy, Passion — A Holy Orgasmic Release.

Leda began her hair color ritual in the usual way. She carefully laid out the tools of her trade on the bathroom sink and the top of the commode. Being a small bathroom there was not much space but Leda made do within her sanctuary. Hair color, towels, mirror, comb, gloves, check. Now Leda was ready. Using a wide tooth comb she divided her thick unruly curls into sections applying even amounts of color first to her roots then all the way through to the ends.

Pulling the comb through her mane Leda envisioned LeRoi’s rough hewn yet well groomed hands entangling themselves within the kinks and knaps of mother Africa all the while gently massaging her scalp and kissing the nape of her neck. Leda massaged the remaining color through her tangled tresses then set the timer for 20 minutes walking the short distance to her bedroom to meditate while the process worked its magic.

During the 20 minutes of meditation Leda visualized her lover LeRoi sitting next to her on the bed speaking softly and gently in his deep Country Kitchen flavored with hints of Brooklyn accent all the while kissing her brows, the bridge of her nose and finally her lips. He sometimes stopped to look deeply into her eyes mentally willing the both of them to become one flesh.

She could feel the bristle of fresh grown five o’clock shadow against her face all the while falling into a deep blend of mahogany skin intermingled with African, Native American and French blood lines. From his lips issued the voices of ancient Kings worshipping the Queens of Africa, Sheba and Candace. Raspy rivulets of Pleasure streamed down her thick thighs.  His hands, His lips, His body emoted sucker cup tendrils adhering to every sensitive site on her body.  Sighs and moans escaped softly parted lips.

Suddenly the buzz of the timer interrupted her reverie and off she went to turn on the shower preparing to rinse out the excess color treatment. As Leda stepped under the powerful flow of the water LeRoi’s spirit stepped in with her and they were transported to the thunder of Caribbean waterfalls, enveloped in thunder of the cascading streams. LeRoi’s hands were like the streams of water entering into every sensitive place of her temple. She could feel his lips and hands as they worked their way down from her neck, breasts to that soft mound of flesh above her pubic area where he loved to rest his head after a night of lovemaking.

He cupped her full derriere with his hands enjoying the firmness of a well developed ass pulling her in and closer to him.

Water and Burgundy ran down over the nooks and crannies of her curves. Fountains of scented oils sprayed anointing from the Seven Continents co-mingling with her own pheromone essence.

Water and Burgundy ran down over the nooks and crannies of her curves. Volcanic orgasmic waves shoot forth.

Ring, ring, ring, the sound of the phone brought Leda out of her fantasy and quickly toweled off and managed to answer before the machine kicked in.

“Greetings Empress of the Seven Lands. I just arrived at JFK. Taking a taxi to your place. See you in a few minutes.”

Leda rejoiced. Her fantasy was about to become real. Her Lover was almost home. Her thoughts wandered to a romantic tryst in the hot tub at their friends chalet.