AMP: Artists' Meeting Place and Resource Collective

I stand in support of equality. Basic rights are ours to express as equals. Access to our own expression is mandatory. If it doesn't exist, it must be created! If it exists, it must be utilized! If it is ignorantly withheld, noise needs to be made! If the noise isn't clear, spell it out! If no one can read it, do it anyway! What is right is your right! What doesn't serve us, needs removal! Community functions in unity, and unity is the reciprocity of elements. Love is a gift, and respect is earned. Love is earned, but respect and honor precede it, or at least part of its' ingredients. Am I my sybling's keeper? Yes I am. Yes you can.

Take the permission to be from inside, and share that with whoever you like. Shine!

The singing heart of dying flesh...
Let free the soul that is infinite energy.

The sweet suckle of now and then...
A piece transmits forever transformed.

The precious essences commingle in bliss...
A novel passage lay firm on two Dragons.

This trek poring over with emotion evolves...
The task is apparent, a riddle to solve.

Will Time be the narrator of grand stories lost...?
Or will it be Time that mends what it cost?

The jargon is confusing, though eliciting frames...
The picture is this...

We won't be the same.

A thread from my heart unravels with you, but connects us like energy with old matter and the new.

The depths of what created this Universe we breathe...
Is Love in its purest. In you I believe.

The expansion retracts, as all things must...

She needed a song to write....
that void kept calling her words just did not flow...

She needed a fruit to bight...
her diet was plain and her body wouldn't let it go...

She needed a Dragon to fight...
the tales as a girl just wasn't enough to hear...

She needed a song write...
so she went on a journey to a land not far or near.

In a rush...
where the bubble bursts...
Emotions expand...
over floors...
pouring reality...
Cleaned up for more.
Feeling sore...
heart aches...
obsessive...
these ideation's.
Frustration is tangled with changes.
The bait was clearly a lure.
Explored futures are riddled...
with family ties...
and stress.
The will to stand firm...
is cut and RE-pressed.
The boundaries are Grey...
and will be until MADE clear.
With or without the present...
That time is ever near

You can
Say wha'chu' mean
Be rejected
But Respected
OR
hold your tongue
and prepare
It's in the waiting room.
So,
NOW is the time to
Eleviate the NEXT
Just
walk all that talkin'
and liberate your breath
SPEAK!

Nothing...
Nothing moves and no one is around.
I get out of the hot-tub and sit on an outdoor welcome,
around flames of 'go home'.
I pluck strings on my new lover and vanish into imagination.
I plucked and remembered the faces that once sat vibrantly around the center.
I strummed and smiled at the hearts that gave the fire its' heat.
I peered and realized I am still...
Still.
Still here in the moment and...
Though I didn't want to say goodbye to my day...
it had already become new.
I had walked with it into another hour and...
we cuddled with soft embraces and relaxed brows as Embreeohs...
Nothing.
Nothing made a noise.
Everything sang goodnight and goodmorning in harmony.
Goodnight Quiet House.

10-02-05 Atiim Chenzira

http://communityurbansoulproject.blogspot.com/2008/08/tonightz-show-cell...

Lost in a circle of feminine...
Dripping spit to shaking my head like a cartoon character...
Fast like my face doesn't exist...
Did I do that!?
Did I just say that?

Sitting in a classroom filled with energy that escapes my integritty...

I just want to taste the cream on the cake... but.

thoughts settle in into what I live...

I cannot taste...
the thoughts must be enough...

The feelings won't vanish...

The sites don't cease.

The intelligence splashes my imagination fills...

My poor imagination cannot take the overkill.

I sit up and focus.

I inhale and exhale.

I let my mind zoom into what I should be focused on...

I realize I am lost in a sea of beauty curling... like waves at the ocean in the morning before they arrive.

Sitting and relaxing, while thinking I may miss someone or something…
unsettles me…
But was I settled before I thought I was going to miss out?
What caused the feelings of missing out?

Shifting to focus on what I have, with the time to think about what I do not.
The time to feel I am missing someone or something, but…
I am not.
I miss myself.

I sit and breath and believe I am enough.
I relax and let what isn’t pass by.
I remember who sits and breaths in this air.
I am all I need to remember right now.

The time fades by with every molecule of something.
The moment shifts with every atom of all.
The feeling of missing is no longer here…
But the thought runs still like a lake untouched by wind.
The thought of what was won’t leave my presence.

Through Hoops and fires and obstacle courses...

Through cuts and pains and unbeaten paths...

The falling and dusting off builds character and experience.

So tired of crashes and angered by folly...

So pissed at adversity and challenged to breath...

I get up and exhale real slow for a moment.

I won't let this shit hold my mind to the pavement!

My body is affected and my heart skips like records...

My relationships vibrate like a train before derailing...

My world revolves slow while support comes to meet me...

I am not without, but the process frustrates me.

I inhale the negative and flap once again!

Later is a distraction.
Now... I am focused on now.
Now... I am looking at the future and I can't stop thinking about what I should be doing now to make sure it arrives the way I want it to.

Distracted by the later and filled with later nows.

Like waiting for Daddy to come home and awaiting a spanking...

Can I bend time to fast forward the now to later after the spanking or maybe I can bend it back and not do what I did to get in trouble?

The process is the path and the path cannot be tamed, nor can it be bent. Once you jump from the plane you better have a parachute that works. It should have been tested. It should work. If it does not work... then it wasn't going to work. Whatever the outcome... Now is out of your or my control. Plans are great, but control is a fantasy.