Fall from Grace

On January 7, 2018December 2, 2017 By dancingpalmtreesIn Angel, Broken Angels, Fall from Grace, Fallen Angels, Fusion Poetry, Hodgepodge Poetry, Jeremiah 12:5 New International Version (NIV), Poems, Poetry, Prose and Poetry, Rag'n'Bone Man, Uncategorized, WERE IT NOT FOR GRACE by LARNELLE HARRIS3 Comments

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

⁵“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

On July 21, 2016July 21, 2016 By dancingpalmtreesIn Blue Spider Woman, D-Nice, DeBorah, DeBorah Ann Palmer, Her Ladyship, The Prodigal Daughter Returns, The Sassy Sexy Irreverent One, Uncategorized9 Comments

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!!

DeBorah (Me)

Yaa Asantewaa Breaks the Sky and Bursts the Oceans

On May 8, 2015May 8, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Africa, African American Queen, African Goddess, African King, Amistad, Ashanti Empire, Broken Angels, Candace of Meroe, Ejisu, Yaa Asantewaa1 Comment

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.

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!

The Daily Prompt #271 ~~ Moonrise Over Solaris

On March 7, 2015March 15, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Black Unicorn, Celestial, Clouds, Darkness, Galaxies, Lava, Luna, Lunar, Moons, Obsidian, Planets, Pollinating, Seed, Seeds, Solar systems, Stars, suns, Universe, Volanic9 Comments

Moonrise Over Solaris

https://jessicacauthon.wordpress.com/2015/03/07/the-daily-prompt-268/#like-1392

Enveloped in the sweet inky darkness of a sultry summer Knight his face flees from my mind as I chase it from dimension to dimension. Finally letting go I fade into Solaris laying upon her Lunar base, I allow the Moonrise and twinkling stars to seep into my flesh igniting my stigmata to flare forth into the future.

Eruptions of hot lava issue forth from every orifice. Inky Darkness remembers your hands on my thighs. Hungry Celestial eyes devouring my pheromone gaze. Samson, Know you not that your strength lies in your Night streaked Locs?

Allow the weight of obsidian rolling clouds to keep rhythm with creating volcanic galaxies. Black Unicorn Pegasus trails Midnight passion seeds pollinating transcendent universe.

I clap my hands and entire solar systems arise, new planets are life populated and dying stars alliance with more brilliant suns.

Manchild Reborn into the Void

On February 2, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Bondage, Chain Gang, Hades, hell, Island of Lost Souls, Prison, Purgatory, slaves4 Comments

Manchild Reborn into the Void

Looking out my lonesome boxcar I see my brothers in bondage singing freedom songs. Wondering when their healing will come as I seek mine. Islands of Lost Souls sentenced to endless purgatory.

Lightning- Long John (Old song by a chain gang)

http://youtu.be/4G5KtQynWvc

American where is my traveling train? Darkness enters dawn diminishing shadows play havoc with sun, moon, and stars. Tuning Forks humming. When will I see my Rosie again? Overseer rifle gun trained on me.

Southern Prison Blues Rosie Chain Gang Blues YouTube

http://youtu.be/es-5VEFM49Q

Steamer Trunk moth riddled clothes. Ashes scattered into the Ganges. Speckled Watchmen screaming swing that pick boy. Keep that rhythm. Berta, Berta every day is Monday. I’ve fallen into a dark place with no sight of myself. Cleansing Monsoon wash me into dank sinister funeral sands.

Berta, Berta

http://youtu.be/sxC04N23U3o

Early morning every morning I rise on the wrong side. I cut myself on shards of volcanic ash but the boulders cannot crush my soul. Freedom is a lonesome word.

Prison Songs – Early In The Mornin’

http://youtu.be/zsiYfk5RV_Q

When that sun goes down then I escape in mind if not in body. In my dreams I see her beside me. A voice keeps calling me. Is it my honey sweet baby or an Angel fit to carry me home? Death Angel. Death Angel, holding the reapers sword.