An African Elfin Fairy Contemplating Springtime Beauty


An African Elfin Fairy Contemplating Springtime Beauty


African Creatures in Fantasy and Fiction

http://fantasy-faction.com/2016/the-creatures-in-the-shadows-west-africa


Angels are Celestial Higher level beings from God. Whereas Elves and Fairies are terrestrial creatures who must pray for Guidance from God. They assist in maintaining this Earthly Realm.


My brother Stephen who has Autism is a True Angel. As you can see Stephen operates on a much Higher Heavenly Level. Stephen life view is gifted from Above.




An African Elfin Fairy Communing with Nature



For Us of the African Diaspora



Myself The Inner City African Fairy Elf is Artist of the Month for April at The Daily Press Coffee Shop located at 38 Somers Street, Brooklyn, New York.


Wandering Journeys


Another sleepless night at yet another flea bag hotel motel filled with stinky fungus filthy shit smells.

Trout Pout. Toothless Grins.

Fool on The Hill

Woken up by banging garbage trucks and banging couples beating their heads along with various other body parts against the headboard filmsly glued to the threadbare walls. Pillows round my head. TV turn up still doesn’t drown out the animal grunting sounds.

Coffee and cigarettes. Tea and toast. Then it’s off to yet another meeting. Yet another convention.

Somebody reminds me that it’s yesterday, today or tomorrow. Or perhaps all three together.


Send them on their way. Send them on their way.

Bubbled. Bagged. Packed and DONE.


Wanderers dispatched inside within Tornadoes, Blizzards, Hurricanes, Earthquakes and Mudslides.

Blitzed with Noise from both within and without.

Journeyman. Journeyman! When will I see the light of day?

Journeyman! Journeyman! Where will I be?

Loop. Repeat.


Yet another night in a dingy dirty flea bag motel. Located in still another decrepit long forgotten Fly by night by the hour on the

outskirts greasy spoon dive backwater SROs. Dirty needles and used condoms litter the floors making pathways to dodgy stairwells.

Trains running backwards and upside down.


Vanquished


Residents fixed in place. Darkness of days. Cosmic inversions. Moonless of nights.

Mutilated People have mutilated dreams.

Backhanded compliments seeking FORGIVENESS while repeating their sinful insults over and again. Feigning confused innocence so transparent I see the smirk on your face. Demons wearing Angels Wings.

Trust broken. Friendship never was.


Fall from Grace


 

1ANGEL Gabriel

 

Fall from Grace

We are All Fallen Angels

Awaiting our Replacement Wings Home

Broken Angels awaiting repairs

Living fractured Lives Under the stairs

Broken Rib Compositions.

Melted Molten Sun burnt Icarus no longer flying high. You should never laugh at the Sun.

Who are the Guardians for the Ministers of Peace? Where and when will they appear?  Is there no shoulder for we who have offered our shoulders wet with tears?  We seek our Lighthouse out of the storm.

Like you I too am lost. Wandering 40 years in the Wilderness. Every day looking for manna from Heaven. I’m No Prophet, Messiah or Savior.  Only a fractured fragmented human. I am only a mirage in the merciless sun of endless desert.

My best friends are the birds and beasts of the field. 

Save your sermons. No sweet sounding incantations. Searching for the Root of Conversation. Do not weep for the lost. For I await the baptism of dirt.

The Queen of Heaven Welcomes Me Home.

 

 

Jeremiah 12:5

New International Version (NIV)

God’s Answer

“If you have raced with men on foot
    and they have worn you out,
    how can you compete with horses?
If you stumble in safe country,
    how will you manage in the thickets by[b] the Jordan?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Prodigal Daughter Returns


 

The Prodigal Daughter Returns

Back By Popular Demand!!

The Sassy Sexy Irreverent One has made her way back to the Writing Blogosphere after a very brief hiatus!!

Still suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune despite all ills, aches and pains the Queen has made her way back to her Throne!!  In the guise of Blue Spider Woman and with extra assistance from the Nubian Ninja D-Nice is back in the House!! Three Cheers for her Ladyship!! Hip! Hip! Hooray!!

Blue Spidey Lady

 

 

Yaa Asantewaa Breaks the Sky and Bursts the Oceans


When the Sky Erupts…

When the sky erupts spewing stars like spores upon the heavenly tiers. The seas break forth and separate giving up the noble dead. For the people flew forth to Atlantis each speaking their own tongue. Return to the Mother Land.  Mother Africa! The Amistad has landed.

https://dancingpalmtrees.com/2014/10/31/amistad/

I see stitches where the blood has come undone. Skin graffiti. Splotches of blood drops dripping rippling sperm impregnating the earth giving life to dry bones. If crimson be the elixir of life then I shall populate new beings for my Mother. I see my arteries and veins crisscrossing the land. The extent of my DNA lives in all peoples. The Ashanti Empire has been regained and reigns once more.

All Hail Mother Yaa Asantewaa Queen Mother of the Rebel Forces!

Nubian Queen Candace of Meroë
Nubian Queen Candace of Meroë
Candace of Meroë
Candace of Meroë