URBAN GYPZY

 Earth I found spiritual evidence in the unrehearsed celebration found in the wrinkle that follows her smile.   Unknown Artist

Dew fresh morning fresh fruit sparling juice, with autumn leaves dancing in the choreography wind. Descended arms, a lift, embrace, the warmth embrace, the love you remember from way back when. Twinkling eyes, puckered lips, followed by the entourage of the amaretto kiss. A burst of sweet raspberry, a once in lifetime visit from that … More Remembering Love

Ever resting on your train of thought, never the lessing on ways to help you heal your concealed mood. 90% of the time you dine with me, unspoken emotions seem so sublime to me. Never creating no time with me, yet you can’t see yourself apart, without, or excluding me. Creating heavy rythmatics on my … More Implied Confusion

 Her Black Essence Ebony, caramel, mocha, honey, sweet vanilla with cinnamon sprinkles whatever you want we come in a vast variety. Being that strong bold sistah, men break necks to get with her, that preserver that wizard, she can heal your inner soul. Get your vitamins that supplement, because she is going to crash your … More  Her Black Essence

Public Announcement (Do you love her) Do you love her? Does she make you smile, for real? Can she make you feel as if nothing yet everything matters? When you look at her do see yourself, draped in knowledge of self, can she stroke your inner African self and make you think of home and … More Public Announcement (Do you love her)

These things that the conscious self had shattered. I’m looking into an 8×3 pine box, into a close mind of a grey corpse, seeing its memories as if they were mine. My thoughts are to refine these things that the conscious self-had shattered. It seems now it doesn’t matter, this body laying cold and lifeless … More These things that the conscious self had shattered.

Diaspora Prophetess Echoes of her children’s cries ring heavy on this land, if you listen close you can hear, just try to understand. People exist now in a state that is so insane, hiding sanity behind justification rocks and praising de- formality as gain. I am sad that we except this exaggeration trapped in mind … More Diaspora Prophetess

I am an artist and I have a passion for the arts yes, but also education. I think about how hard it is these days not only for teachers, but also for parents, to teach children how to deal and cope with the new normal the changing world creates. On the one hand you can … More Contemplating this world….