Sunday, December 26, 2010

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Saturday, December 25, 2010

The Awakening







Inspiration:
In His Own Words by Nas and Damian Marley
Distant Relatives album














The Awakening

Blessings and gifts acquired
Fought for my inheritance
Not by happenstance
but with implanted pressure
To up measure
and to meet the needs of those who
reside in spiritual poverty with lesser
I did it for the seedlings who watch
from their microscopes
taking conduct notes
of my expressions
in the petri dish below
Self-made man
African Ameri-CAN
do all things with the strength of the Lamb
And
I did it designed as divinely planned
Expand
Be fruitful and multiply positive vibes
to the lost tribes
in this Western land of Christian values demised
Advance perspectives away from the dunes of gloom
Doom!
awaits in their fates if light isn’t given room
Those who are wise are given instrumental mental eyes
To see
To decipher
and expose
the wiles and the lies
To hear cries 
of extinction begun
Don’t run!
You are the change
you wish to reflect in your eyes
After many tries
The worn checkered board 
and sense of reality will collide
And the flowing veil
before thee will rise
And you can see the sway of pointed tails
and the reflection of flames in their eyes


Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Flyye Sista - an ekphrastic poem



*Inspired by the above artwork (Ekphrasis)

Flyye Sista (Afro)

Check it - Flyye Sista is the name
While I've got your attention - check my mane
Review the hue of an African doo
Trace around my round mound of Blackness
Natural and proud since Jah begat this
Explore and adore the symmetry
Embrace the grace surrounding my Nubian face
Marvel at my pride displayed on the outside
No need for steamed heat to make my tight coils retreat
No desire for the chemical fire of lye or no-lye
No care to texturize my hair's natural flair
No weave to deceive
No shame of my mane
No denial of the pure elegance of my breed
I'm Flyye as am and I dare to look like me
Reminding all who encounter thee
I am beautiful by design is where the Creator and I agree
The world scolded me, told me my hair follicle is diabolical
Said I needed to "run a hot comb across my dome"
Said I needed to "relax and perm to meet society's terms"
Said I needed a "new doo before the job interview"
Said I needed to "blonde it up" like Beyoncé to make a man look my way
Said I needed to "conform to the norms of the West"
Said, "It's what's best"
I replied, Yes
If you are of European descent or mentally bent
Conditioned by an assimilation tradition
increasing my people's ignorance into perdition
Listen here
To be clear, I am my hair, unlike India.Arie
Because I too am Black, beautiful and bold, naturally
I too am well-rounded, a little rough around the edges, high and mighty
I am poised, regal, full-figured and thick
I am dark and lovely
I'm Flyye as am and I dare to look like me
Reminding all who encounter thee
I am beautiful by design is where the Creator and I agree
As a matter of fact, get like me
Unshackled
Free...

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Friday, August 20, 2010

Resignation

Resignation


Ignorance isn't always bliss
especially - This
This trickery…
It hurts my heart
and at times
makes me cry
When I see their self-hatred
in the pupil of my eye
They who curse me
They who snicker and stare
They who spew unpleasantries
about my natural hair
- OUR natural hair
My textured tresses they share
Yet their shame is clear and evident
by their "chemical" assimilation
co-signing the label of
inferiority onto the Black Nation
And they are disgusted by me?
In ignorance they dwell
Deceived and lovin’ it
Trembling
too afraid to be themselves
Conditioned and ill (3x)
Group-think controls their minds
Twisted and confined
Mentally imprisoned
on how beauty is defined
Notice every other tribe
wear their hair
in its natural state with pride
Because they know
there is no shame
in God’s organic designs
Yet in these modern times
the dance and song
between the
Jiggaboos and the Wannabes
is newly crooned along
Dripping wet with bloody sweat
hoarse and coarse
they sing
and boorishly maintain
When in our mane
there is regal beauty
Our African follicles
exude originality in
their kink, coil, curl, and loc
It’s clear self-hatred has
their perception blocked
To emulate is to self-hate
To impersonate is to pretend
To assimilate is to conform
- to blend in
Back up and come again
Daughters of the Motherland
our Creator made no mistake
in our blueprint and construction
Halt this hatred and launch the loving
Renounce the disgrace of
-The straightened coils
-The weaved hair
-The fake nails
-The false lashes
-The phony eye color
- The bleached skin
When will the destruction
of self end?
Wandering unconsciously
Zombies
Living as frauds and hoaxes
The superlative beauty of the
original man is out of focus
Free your mind and
your hair will follow
Like Neo, choose the red pill
and swallow
Break free from the confines
within your minds
Embrace your unedited phyne
God’s ideal design
From Western society’s
perception of beauty
- Resign

 Waaaaakke Uuuuuuuppp!!! ~Dap from School Daze


Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved


To read your own mind is to look at yourself and read your soul.
Hatred becomes love and that is the path I am working on. ~Richard Gere

A Jew, a white among whites, can deny that he is a Jew, declaring himself a man among men. The Black cannot deny that he is black nor claim for himself an abstract, colorless humanity; he is Black. Thus he is driven to authenticity: insulted, enslaved, he raises himself up. He picks up the word "Black" ["Negro"] that they had thrown at him like a stone, He asserts his blackness, facing the White man, with pride. ~Jean-Paul Sartre

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Where There is Love


Love Quote Pictures, Images and Photos



Where There is Love

There is love in the playful push on a playground swing
And love is left within the smell of a lilac after the bumblebee’s sting

There is love in the swirl of pigmented leaves falling from an Autumn gust
Love in savory ink gushing from a fountain pen tip into a writer’s cup

Love is warm from the yolk-like sun peeping over the pink and lavender vista
And love is exuded in the voice of youth who gives respect in saying Mrs. and Mr.

There is love in the caress of the fingers around the neck of the Jazz Bass
Know love is within the strike of the Queen on a Chess board who kills for her mate

There is love in the chins of the black-chinned hummingbirds hovering in Nawlins trees
A little bit of love sits on the tip of the curve of a rainbow piercing the Caspian Sea

There is love in the cadence of the first hello and the hardest goodbye
Love is in the pupil of a soulmate recognizing its counterpart in another’s eye

Love is sketched onto each snowflake right before it hits your exposed tongue
And love is licked through the lips of a Pomeranian bitch cleaning her newborn young

There is love shimmering in dew painted upon the water lilies in Monet’s art
Love is felt in the rhythm and torque of valves ebbing and flowing in this heart

There is love given at night as crickets serenade constellations and shooting stars
Some love is within the scaled tail of a beaver slapping a pond to signal threats near or far

There is love in the kink and the coil of an African hair follicle strand
Believe love was in the first caress of Eve’s face from Adam’s hand

Love is poetically interwoven into the lyrics of this very love psalm
And immortal love divine expressed on the hill Golgotha with the outstretching of His arms


Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved

Saturday, August 07, 2010

RACISM KILLS (For Omar Thornton)

RACISM KILLS

Racists encamp all around me. Daily I endure the stings of their hatred
All I desire is a fair chance as a man but I am ignored and abhorred
Cuz my shade means to degrade to those whose hearts are impure
I am smashed between a rock and given a hard place. Unwarranted mistreatment
Suffocates my soul and mangles my mind state. As flesh I’ve done my best to stay strong
Mine eyes now reveal that I am ill from infection of their contagious hate

Keep the faith they told me, report their evils, document and note their taunts
I gave them what they want, yet there is no record because I handed it over to devils
Left with no choice, I brandished 2 burners and a shotgun to help the deaf hear my voice
Let my light of ammo shine into the darkened hearts of 5 plus who ridiculed me just because
So much blood, yet it fails in contrast to my tears of despair spilled on a beer plantation near Hartford

R.I.P. Omar Thornton

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved


Note: Readers, please understand that when I wrote this piece, I am in NO WAY condoning such awful behavior. This situation should have NEVER been handled in such a manner. It is cowardly, weak and not a positive action as a solution. He is no hero and should not be viewed as one. No one has the right to take another's life, I don't care for what reason they may feel justified in doing so. I wrote the piece from the perspective of someone who could do such a thing. How pressure can build up in someone and explode negatively. I wrote it from someone who feels hopeless in their situation and environment. I read over 20 articles about the story before writing and saw that he claimed racism on other jobs as well. He lived, not only worked, in an area saturated with "acceptable racism" - Racial mistreatment that is perceived as normal and accepted as so. I take it he wasn't strong enough mentally to leave this position, as he had left others, only to acquire another position to endure and experience more of the same. Hopelessness is the theme of the piece. Not being a hero or murdering as a way to fight back. This act was the result of the breaking point in one’s life when they “throw their hands up.”



Monday, July 12, 2010

Path to Eternal Life - a Senryu poem

Path to Eternal Life

This course is coarse child
But don’t break nor brake your stride
He’ll heal your torn heels



Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

CONFIDENCE - an Acrostic poem

CONFIDENCE

Could call her conceited, could call him cocky - Will answer to confident
Out of the box and secure; so convinced and certain of purpose
Never narcissistic but naturally noble
Full of optimism
Infallible self-esteem
Definitely certain of one’s ability
Exceptional forward perspective
Necessary nerve to conquer
Courageous character
Eccentric - Excellent attitude to achieve



Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Beautiful * Exquisite * Divine

Warning: This poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

Beautiful * Exquisite * Divine

I came and he went...

He kneeled before me enveloped by a copper aura
A reflection emitting off of his sun-bronzed skin
His shimmering smile told me he was pleased by my presence
My erect nipples told him I was pleased by his... Just beautiful
I was paused unable to move
My lungs beckoned me to breathe
He was so imperial that to say he was phyne would be considered disrespect
He was a dream manifest
The most not the less
The very work of art mounted on the walls of my skipping heart... Just beautiful
His splendor was an amazing discovery within my reach
He was grand, like ripples on undisturbed desert sands
A majestic image within the canvas of my eyes... Just beautiful

The scent of his cologne made me moan within like an aroused feline
Making my mouth water craving the taste of skin on his chiseled physique
Dulce de leche sweet
Couldn’t move my feet
Opened my mouth, but could not speak
The windows of my soul mirrored and exposed my unwritten prose... So exquisite
He was a kneeling monument without flaw or speck
Long locs dropped and draped past the nape of his neck
Strong as Samson
Handsome
Lips plump and coated with ambrosia nectar
Dimples deep and inviting
Visually exciting, was he
A Titan in my midst... So exquisite


There was a fiery sunrise in his eyes
of amber and sierra brown shades
He was without doubt something that the Lord had made
A + Grade
Had me nervous and shook, not my usual brave
His loveliness was the very vision above cloud 9... Simply divine
He said, “I want to taste you...”
And the baritone in his voice soaked me past moist
I closed my eyes as he parted my thighs
He licked with quick tongue flicks
I melted and dripped
He slurped and lipped – this feeling?… Simply divine
Through his locs my fingers squeezed and roamed
as we sang together a duet of moans
I transcended and morphed into an artist and he my passionate muse
Where we moved to a rhythm and grooved to a sweet blues
I penned a sonnet of his greatness
Strummed a tune on my lyre solely for his ears
Formed a constellation around his brilliance
Painted him naked limb to limb
Surrounded by winged cherubim and seraphim
Bottled his essence and sprayed him all over my being
So the scent would remind me of this deity before me kneeling... Simply divine
I prayed for strength
To breathe
To move
To speak
I peaked, and poof!
He was gone without sign
His image now only seared in my mind
Just beautiful...
So exquisite...
and Simply divine

I came and he went...

Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Hood Spotlight: Detroit, MI - a Haiku poem









Hood Spotlight: Detroit, MI

Blood stains on the couch
Shot dead, another Cop botch
Seven? – in Heaven

R.I.P. Aiyana Stanley Jones








Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Rapture - a Tanka poem

Rapture


Yearning eyes connect
Scent of clover permeates
Both breathe in deeply
Swallowtails flutter within
Exhaling through kissed lips - Lust




Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Friday, April 09, 2010

Where There is No Love






















Where There is No Love

I
Need
You...
I need you to live
But you have no love for me
You fight with might of medication and therapy
With the Sword of Hope and dedication to my retreat
My ultimate defeat
You wage war and come for my life
Wielding weapons of massive light against my dark strike
You have no love for me
When I am the very reason you are now stronger
Why you want to live longer
Why you strive to survive and thrive
You are alive
And I...
I am dying


I am the beast within
Opposite of friend
I am darkness suppressing your light
That do go harshly into that good night
I am a pernicious crab clawing at your soul
I am insatiable feeding on your whole
Flagrant I am, and do not play fair
I am survival in a drowning pool gasping for air
Feel me deeply embedded in your core
And listen in closely as I roar
I am extreme weight loss
That persistent cough
That rash, that lump, that stinging pain
I am that growing tumor in your brain
I am consistent fatigue
Why it's hard to breathe
The mystery in those frequent nose bleeds
I am burning fever and that white spot on your tongue
I am in the aged, I am in the young
Existing in a sinister polyp, red and swelling
I am what is wrong with your demeanor without you telling
I can scream from the largest bone or whisper from the smallest mole
I am the evidence of your worst nightmare, awake as it unfolds
I am that cringe of fear across your face at the diagnosis of my name
I am the reason for lost medical coverage, I am the blame
I am the tears of "Why me?" streaming down your face behind closed doors
I belong to no one else at this moment, I am all yours
I am why you lost your house
Why you lost your spouse
Why you wear a wig
And why you cannot have kids
I am why loved ones are no longer here
I am the answer that no one wants to hear
And I…


I
Needed
You
I needed you in order to live
But you had no love for me
You fought with might of medication and therapy
With the Sword of Hope and dedication to my retreat
My ultimate defeat
You waged war and came for my life
Wielding weapons of massive light against my dark strike
You had no love for me
When I am the very reason you are now stronger
Why you want to live longer
Why you strive to survive and thrive
You are alive
And I...
I am no more
 













Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Risen

Risen

I am aborted thought sought
Now caught and
reborn into this scribe
Alive
Breathing in inspiration
Exhaling an incantation
of rhythmic syllables sung from nouns and verbs
Parasitic upon the sole power of words
Drinking in its vernacular life force
The fountain source
of this resurrection and expression
of reconstructed muse
Echoing off of the page through the mic
as your triumph, your fancy or your blues
I am that lost point of view
Refocused, reshaped and now used
I am everything that was missing
The paradigm for the vision
I am not forgotten
I exist as authentic dynamism
I am that release of pressure
That puff of air out of the spout of your pen
I am an indelible crucifix
I am thought risen!


Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Sunday, April 04, 2010

The Air of Love - a Tanka poem

The Air of Love

New love in my view…
Lips drip stardust as they kiss
Their essence released
I breathed them in and wrote down
Love – Together Forever




Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Saturday, April 03, 2010

Solamente Amigas - a Loop poem

Solamente Amigas


She and I  we
We agreed to be friends
Friends and nothing more
More involved disappointment and tears
Tears streaming from insecurity
Insecurity fueled by my mistrust 
Mistrust brought on by her addiction
Addiction to all that I am not
Not that it matters at this point
Point fingers, we both can blame
Blame would just push us further away
Away from the friends that we agreed to be
Be my friend she said
Said be my friend after everything!
Everything we had been through
Through tears of love lost, I agreed
Agreed to just be friends
Friends are what we agreed, but what I cannot be...




Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Friday, April 02, 2010

Untitled 1

Untitled 1

The man from my dream last night
walked onto the evening train
I spoke his name
But…
He didn’t respond to my call
I mean, he didn’t look my way at all
He took his seat six benches away from me
Facing me
I stared hoping our eyes would meet
And he would recollect our sweet-heat retreat
And recognize me
No dice
The train began to move in its groove
Swaying…
Rocking…
and trembling our bodies across the tracks
And I again envisioned him embracing my body into his from the back
Softly blowing a pink and red swirl of rose petals around my throat
Whispering Najee type saxophone notes like…
*Doobie, doobie dooooo – woo, woo – ooh-woo-wee, ooooooh*
Translation: “Prayer complete: My love… I have arrived”
Every dead nerve ending in my being was resurrected alive
Surging the urge to merge
As he licked the upper tip of my ear
I could hear the atmosphere
From the beach in Negril
where we chilled and spilled
out our hearts desires near a crackling fire
of past betrayal and hurt
He fed me chocolate-dipped passion fruit without his shirt
He sang for me my favorite song and I hummed along
while belly dancing and blowing kisses of affection
in his direction
An undisguised blessing
He kept me yessing
and yessing, and yessing
over and over again
A soft wind
Brought in the calming scent of the moonlit ocean
With devotion
We walked hand in hand
forming heart-shaped footprints
in midnight blue sands
Speaking our imminence
until the golden sunrise peaked over the land
Six benches away from me was THIS man
Who had me pondering because
Him ignoring me
and not adoring me
was the thing I just could not understand
The train began its pause for the next station
by slowing in a jerking motion
My ebony love potion
Stood
and still never looked my way
He exited the train
as a single tear drop streamed down my face
He walked up the stairs
with all of my cares
I stared
Reminiscing on what I would never forget
As the train and I rolled away Westbound
into the lavender and crimson laced sunset



Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2010. All Rights Reserved.
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