[ NEW AFRICAN TANTRICALITY]

[ NEW AFRICAN TANTRICALITY] DEDICATED TO Makeeba Hatcher 

THE MUSIC FOR THIS PIECE... AS ALWAYS SOMETHING FRESH AND NEW...

http://youtu.be/B2fwLVQFrIQ

I sense your perspectality swirling in these heavy mists swirling in the darkened chamber of my mind...

You so open to what I want to do... the calming of my ministrations... the urgency of the situation.

I smell your scent across all these miles in a memory of a past life where we lay on the ground and fell into the stars.

One where we did it in a hut in Africa amidst the din of the lions roar.

Blazing fire fighting the encroaching night.

A memory of a future in which we floating in a ship in inky space cum onto one another... screams swallowed in the vacuum.

You take me there and bring me back while keeping me rooted and centered.

Standing on the square of overstanding as you connected pineally fuck the entirety of my being.

Make the blood in my veins strain to explode from the tantric vibrations dancing primaly across the galaxy of our space... easing thyself into me binaurally... Soothing music playing mentally as we float along covered in the satisfaction of cosmic relief.

Water lapping at the shores of a distant worlds beach.

We tantrically lying in the all of we.

[DEADLY LIVES IN YOUR BEAUTY] DEDICATED TO SENAT CRANIAL DEVASTATION

THIS PHOTO IS OF SENAT

[DEADLY LIVES IN YOUR BEAUTY] A POEM DEDICATED TO Senat Cranial Devastation
THE MUSIC FOR THIS WRITE... DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO LISTEN???
http://youtu.be/KSwkTLZESU0


You remind me of one of those bad ass ninja women in a kung fu movie... Flying fists and flashing steel.
Beautiful yet deadly as you walk so seductively onto this the field of raw emotions.
Orange leaves falling from grey trees swirling in the breeze of your fury. 
Butterflies in your calm.
If shit got rough I know that we could stand back to back and slay ten thousand enemy forces, leaving their bloated bodies for the buzzards to feed... Their blood as fertilizer for the seeds.
You shimmering in silk as the music fades and crescendo's, wailing its intricate song across meadows kissed by the dew of another dawn.
Across the hungry and tired, the beaten and the defeated as jail cells fall open on the notes of the keys... Machine gun staccato percussive's that fire off like rimshots on snare drums.
Crash like cymbals and hum like huge gongs struck by massive mallets.
A warrior walking in contemplation as memories of a warrior queen fill his mind and remind him of ancient hieroglyphics carved in stone. 
Graceful calligraphy inscribed on scrolls and simpler times where wars were fought on honorable terms.
I stand from my knees and watch as you enter the field and unsheathe thy blade.
A graceful  scintillatingly sexy bad ass ninja queen.

(COLOR ME)

(COLOR ME) THIS PIECE IS DEDICATED TO Crystal Ngozi Obanye
THE MUSIC...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1b0KA7Y0v_I&feature=youtube_gdata_player

I see you and your lusciousness causes my mentals to drip... Melting like a rainbow of crayons on a hot day.
Covering me in the tones of creation as we were birthed in equatorial Africa.
Saturating me in the cools of blackness reflecting in your shade... The fire of red as it travels across your skies shining in the heat of all we be... The green of the soft grass against tired feet, such a long trip have we taken... Gold stolen and melted into trinkets that have no meaning unless they adorn your skin.
Brown chocolate dribbles of you oh so sweet as they fall across a seperated kings tongue.
Become the energy that propels the ship called rescue...
Waves of blue, grey and white on stormy seas... Clouds of mist spraying into the air as they pound the sides.
Pink and purple flowers on the shores of our landing trailing off into the distance.
I manifest in the plenty of you as you are the canvas that becomes the art molded from the drabness of clay.
The whiteness of paper.
Melt away... Melt away oh African empress.
Splash me with your palate.