Store Your Obsessions inside The Cube

Store Your Obsessions inside The Cube



An Insipid Alienist was discovered inhabiting insidious spaces inside my head. She thought to fill them with bran and honey forever sticking to the collective hive.

Protected by my double bubble skin I resisted all attempts at Rehab or Civilization for I spin wildly yet connectedly within my galaxy held in place by eons of moons and upswept worn torn taints of traits.  On the cusp of virginity and statehood.

Glitter Cosmos

Glitter Cosmos

Gold Metal Fashion


The Baronet bumped up against her gold metal skin and the surface was shorn allowing electricity to flow from within.

Debonair Mannerisms

Moneyed Heiresses

Cousins upon Cousins

Quietly going mad from incestful ancestral seasons.

Seismic moments vomited up my brain. Memories put up Yield signs cautioning “Out of Order”

The Invisible Man is so Elusive.

Red Dunes | Sandstorms

Jacob’s Well needs Weeding.

Inborn tornadoes burning bright.

Sometime later his life was brought to a judicial end.

Judith made good on Revenge Promise.

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Judith with the Head of Holofernes










As Warriors crumble Knights fractals and holograms play havoc with jousting pixellated metaphysical tramps and hobos.

His reward for such due diligence was 18 months up the river all the while yelling, “I’ll tell you what I’m looking for when I find it!!”  There goes Mr. Bombastic off to the races!!

Girls like Polly are always around. They kneel in worship at phallic iKon temples. PollyAnna Burlesque.  I submitted myself to the Battle and was immediately cut to pieces.

Symbols washed ruts into the air. Footsteps vanished into clouds. Caught up in a Vortex of tumbling whirling muffled conversations. Spreading iridescent fairy dust-balls across the plains. The earth opened up under his feet swallowing him whole emitting noxious vapors, fumes and a trickle of smoke. Every breath sucked air from the wind leaving behind desiccated pockets of stillness. A resounding Vibrato echoed across sparkling valleys.

Even if the Rescue Squad only plucks one from the murky depths Let me stop in Hades before the Charming MoonRising sets sail. Quaff along with the reluctant crumpled Muses for I can hear your fragrance rising from the pores of your flesh.

Transcendent Souls burst into being. Spicy Masala Gumbo Jambalaya Oasis occupied breathing spaces formerly homes for fertile progeny. The Seigneur awaits his audience. The Parliament of Fools is now in session.





The Daily Prompt #271 ~~ Moonrise Over Solaris

Moonrise Over Solaris

Moonrise over  Solaris
Moonrise over Solaris

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.

In the Dust of this Earth

Dust in the Wind….

All we are is Dust in the Wind……–8

Rings of Saturn
Rings of Saturn

We are Stardust fallen from Heaven.

Returning to Mother Earth to be scattered across the oceans, seas, plains……taken up by the wind once more.  Galaxies. Sand. Soil. Swirling rings around Saturn Whirlpools of Atlantis Solar systems of revolving doors.

In the Dust of this orbital sphere are seeds and spores of generations yet untold. Stories to be written and songs to be sung. Poesy hanging by vineyard climbing ivy searching for fertile ground in which to take root and bloom.  You are the pitter patter of dew arising with great tear droplets falling to moss and leaf covered ground.  Take hold my Luna branches and spring forth from sweet tender Gaia into renewed awakenings.

Foliage covering preternatural forest an ancient womb delivering sustenance to all flora and fauna. You are the scent of a damp summer’s night. She suckles her young with tender shoots Arboreal Splendor to behold. Goddesses arise and walk about restoring the vanquished, quenching all thirsts birthing new lives.

In the Dust of this Planet
In the Dust of this Planet

Breaking All Chains and Shackles

Osiris & Isis
Osiris and Isis

Despite the Challenges and setbacks in life my journey takes me to new places, new discoveries and new learning experiences.

Within the Soul the two natures of man exist each seeking the preeminence and each wanting to be the dominant force.  The Sacred and the profane.

The Struggle of the Two Natures in Man George Grey Barnard (American, Bellefonte, Pennsylvania 1863–1938 New York)
The Struggle of the Two Natures in Man
George Grey Barnard (American, Bellefonte, Pennsylvania 1863–1938 New York)

A Lost Soul finds her way home. Chains are being Broken.

Tasha Cobbs — Break Every Chain

My Awakening has happened over a period of time.  I went into the next phase of my  Womanhood as I entered Menopause. Truly over the last several years as I entered my 50s, (I’m 55 now) I’ve undergone a revealing Change of Life.  The Universe has opened up new portals and realms in which I travel taking on the mantle of being an Elder. I take my place within the Council of Elders as I march towards Infinity = Eternity.

The Heavens opened up and all my Ancestors, African, Native American, Christian, Buddhist, Indigenous Faiths began speaking to me on next steps in Life.  I truly believe in the Scripture that says, “The Steps of the Righteous are Ordered by the Lord.”  I’m discovering the Galaxies within. Through my Kindred Ancestors I’ve found into to Leap Forward I had to step back confronting my fears honestly with faith, gentleness, Wisdom and Understanding. I gather each of my broken pieces, honor the Divinity of each shard, embrace my tears, and like Isis I’ve gathered the pieces of my scattered tribes and Ethiopia is Reborn!  Shall these dry bones live?  Yes says the Creator of the Universe!  Once again I sing the Songs of Solomon and Sheba.

Habakkuk 2:2-3 New International Version (NIV)

The Lord’s Answer

Then the Lord replied:

“Write down the revelation
    and make it plain on tablets
    so that a herald may run with it.
For the revelation awaits an appointed time;
    it speaks of the end
    and will not prove false.
Though it linger, wait for it;
    it will certainly come
    and will not delay.

The Land of the Rising Sun embraced me as I entered the Border-less Gardens.

Live the Sankofa bird I’ve returned to myself.  Despite raging battles without and within my Calling and Passion as a Scribe bid me come forth to record my Voyage.  Grounded in the Lily.  Supported by the Lotus.

The Queen has returned to her Queendom. She sits upon her Throne whilst reigning over the Seven Lands, A Judge and a Mother over Africa, Israel and the Americas.

Judges 4 & 5.

Isaiah 54:1-3 New International Version (NIV)

The Future Glory of Zion

54 “Sing, barren woman,
    you who never bore a child;
burst into song, shout for joy,
    you who were never in labor;
because more are the children of the desolate woman
    than of her who has a husband,”
says the Lord.
“Enlarge the place of your tent,
    stretch your tent curtains wide,
    do not hold back;
lengthen your cords,
    strengthen your stakes.
For you will spread out to the right and to the left;
    your descendants will dispossess nations
    and settle in their desolate cities.

Break every chain!  Indigo Children Rejoice!!