Marionettes

On February 15, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn abyss, African American Queen, African Goddess, Alien, dance, fickle, Gnarly, Goddess, Gossamer Wings, Grizzled, Hallucinations, Marionettes, misfits, Muses, Mutant4 Comments

Marionettes

Are we Life’s marionettes? Controlled by an unseen master puppeteer? Who actually dangles the strings of destiny? Us or an invisible mind forcing us to dance to an unwelcome tune. And at life’s who cuts the cord and meets out justice?

We merely at its pleasure jerked about from place to place never knowing where we may land. Then tiring from our unstable dance, the bored child man casts into outer darkness. Thrown in the land of misfits serving captivity and blame.

Shall I base my destiny on a fickle entity or wrest away the strings, slash & burn then take control of me.

I stand on the precipice ready to take flight or fall ignobly into the abyss. I lost all sense of myself and gained only a hallucination of you.

No longer did my reflection appear in my vanity mirror, but instead a grizzled, gnarly stranger with hot breath and commanding tone invading my life like so unmanageable mutant alien beings taking over my body, my life, supplanting my dreams with your insane aspirations.

Then one day all the Muses and Goddesses convened, delivering me from subjugation SubSumation into an early manmade grave. Yes…..He chased but my soul took flight leaving him earthbound gazing upwards at my Gossamer Wings.

Queens Look into the past and See the Future

On December 7, 2014 By dancingpalmtreesIn Africa, African American Queen, African Goddess, Egypt, Ethiopia, Ethiopian Goddess, Fallen Angels, Hatsheput, North America, Nubia, Nzingha, Queen of Sheba, Queen Tiye, Sabaens, Scribe, The Beloved, Yemen4 Comments

She is me and I am she. My African and Native American Ancestors and I are one. We are One in the Beloved through time, space and eternity. I am the present conduit through which they speak.

I am the Holy Beloved Blessed Scribe commissioned to tell their tales. I am Queen Tiye daughter of Yuya and Tjuyu, Great Royal Wife of the Egyptian pharaoh Amenhotep III, Mother of Akhenaten and Grandmother of Tutankhamun. I am Hatsheput and Nzingha. Nubia and North America are my birthplaces. Ancient Sabaeans and Modern Yemenis are my descendants. Know that Ethiopia the New Jerusalem shall Rise Again! Temples and Churches carved into mountainsides will never fall.

We are the Lost Tribes of Israel and Africa. My lineage stretches across the destinies of continents.

Amistad

On October 31, 2014March 2, 2015 By dancingpalmtreesIn Africa, African Goddess, African King, Amistad, Creator, Egypt, Ethiopian Goddess, Menelik, Seed, Slave ship, Solomon, Songs of Solomon & Sheba, womb10 Comments

Amistad

One day while on deck we Jumped, You and I.

Across Oceans.

Over the Seven Seas.

Towards Freedom.

The fluttering’s within led us to know that………….
No Womb Child of Ours would serve foreign masters in a strange land.
Now we Two Lovers are sealed in an Eternal Embrace wrapped around Eons.
Our sacred bones have become Undersea chapels where Ocean denizens worship daily.

They swim through our frameworks paying homage via weaving seaweed, decorating our frames with diatoms and Ocean sea grasses as adornments for our Holy Cathedrals.

Phytoplankton, kelp and algae melodically bow in reverence and awe to displaced ancestors who chose to answer that yearning for the Motherland by throwing off heavy corporal prisons and keepers that sought to bind them to an unfamiliar future in the bosom of a generation who had forsaken the Creator.

Releasing our souls to the Originator we whisked through the briny deep where our son Menelik was reborn as Ethiopian Royalty.

For we knew that the People could Fly……. the Twin Queens of Ethiopia and Egypt shall rise again to Reign once more.

Any Size Mirror is Judgment

On October 11, 2014 By dancingpalmtreesIn Armor, Broken Hearts, Crushed, Memories, Mirror, Powder3 Comments

Any Size Mirror is Judgment

Crushed to Powder ~ I want to pull myself inside out…….to avoid notice, I want to hide even from friends and allies.

I want to disappear from the world.

I want to erase all the hurt, pain and sorrowful memories from my mind.

My armor is weak. I have no defense. Layers of trauma enfold my Life so that I may never return to my former self. Yet I wear the Happy Face. I pretend for the benefit of those who have eyes but cannot see.

When can I be real? I grab for the ghosts of my parents. Their embrace still warm upon my skin. Yet memories rekindled fade into nothingness…Like trying to pick up a dream after awakening.

One cannot undo scrambled eggs nor can all my broken pieces ever fit together again. Some are scattered to the four winds. Others are crushed into dust. Most are lost never to be regained. One day the Phoenix will rise again and take Her place among the Ruling Goddesses.