"CONSCIOUSLY AWARE OF THE CYCLED REPETITIONS THAT GRAVITIZE ME TO THIS REALM OF MERE PERCEPTIONS... I COME IN PEACE. "
~ SNAPS

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Sex with the notes of my Heart-s-t-r-I-n-g-s

His voice bellows heart shaped smoke puffs into the ears of tone deaf innocence. 
It echoes demands yet reciprocates mere promises filled with morning sex and eye wining...quick sand for me...mt. Everest for him. 
His wishes my coded order... No god should be kept waiting....but what happens to a lonely soul yearning a chemistry no alchemist could ever conger ....to a heart with only one vein left to pump ... To a tear rolling off the cheeks of eve and down the loins of Adam. Her cries muffled in the inward stroke of his master piece... She's dying.experience and intuition are becoming to be best of friends and her occipitals finally doing their rightful duty.allowing her to see the sea of illusions she herself has painting full of right turns, road bumps, double u turns, and snakes....lies just lies. They feed my craving waters and Arouse my curious eyes...your just another gray area god passing through the fountain of youth . Your lucky ...not many find it. And ironically the ones that do always forget its pricelessness... It's sacredness... It's treasure. I guess I needed to have one drop left to realize you've sucked me dry... To realize you were a mere peasant  who just happened to come across my leaky faucet. You fixed my problem  by causing more. You showed me your true voice ....your cowardice stance... And your sippy cup. My nipple a replica of your old bottle... My ears your new teething toy... My ass your drum set... My pussy... Your source of exploration and two fold digging. Your findings...you took for yourself and didn't bother to ask permission. Your source you would never mention. My name slurred into the lips of a shady habitual. You press for my talents and gifts...not for me. Now... Let me play my last heart string... A lonely note yes... But one with much to vibrate into the existence of reborn gods. One heart ...destined to change everything...

Thursday, December 19, 2013

For those who sucked me dry...

Life? Life is a bunch of chaos ...and love ... Love is the wildest ride alive... But if you're not careful ...it will rot you from the inside out... And when you look in the mirror ... You will start to see it. Like a parasite... Love ...it will start to feed on you... and you can't part from it because this parasite is connected so deep that if you were to remove it you would Kill yourself... And there you would lie... Lifeless and confused... Wondering what ever happened to that soul You loved so dear that etched you a smile while you dripped out a tear. And your higher self will respond ... It killed you. You're dead and that's why you're here. You let it suck you dry... Drained you, to your last drip. And before you could say a word, you were gone. Poof, you disappeared. And in your place lie a demented will, cold from within and without a fear. It broke all ties you wouldn't and did all things you feared. 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Memphis Tennessee

The air smell like old powder perfume and mildew...
I'm surrounded by complete strangers.
I feel vulnerable, yet somewhat safe.
I see names that appear familiar, but my surroundings only a reminder of my foreign face.
& my curious eyes a signal that I don't belong.
My smile a tip that life hasn't hit me just yet. 
As the sky darkens and the clouds fade into the background ...
I wonder about tomorrow. 
Oh how it will feel to look into your soul again, 
And embrace you once more. 

The trip

My blue jeans are damp...with the dew of excitement and anxiety. 
I'm stressed and emotionless 
Slightly irritable and frightened out of my mind....
It always feels like a dream....
Fantasies playing back like memories locked in a secret passageway abandoned by the ancients...
Where as I just found my ...
It was on the tip of my tongue.
DAMN.
For a second I lost it all.
For a second I was merely a corpse ...
My spirit staped with a million jabs. 
My soul ...
Lost on its way home. 
I'd never cared so much as to beg....
My pride locked up and forse fed. 
Ripping my flesh into shreds. 
My ego ... Humble. 
These fragile bones are not yet weary. 
I see the light ahead.
The sun slowly peeking its face up out of the darkness of night. 
I can't reach you now. 
Your rem yet lingers still ...
While my heart yearns for your utterance ...
Just say something ...
Even if the words are "fuck me."

Thursday, June 27, 2013

Sharp Letters to an open wound

What can you do when your words haunt you ? When everything you're trying to build topples over and falls through ... When your ever changing reality becomes too much for you ...and your date for negative thought rape awaits at the door of blue. It defies change and welcomes memories inflicted with pain and misery. The words are sharpened at the edge and thrown right at me. They are daggers to my past ... They are the words that haunt me... They are the open wounds you chose to pick until I'm infected with agony. It's cause you never want me to forget your pain... How could I ? How dare I try to mention that I too was hurt in the aftermath and that my real  decision to let you go was a self less act of love ... You won't let me be honest. Trips down memory lane won't allow you to forget your long meditative nights of sorrow and prayerful hatred. You wished upon wishes that you could delete from your life and ignore my existence. But my eyes always watched you ...and my face continued to appear in your dreams. And my voice that rang like bells in your head just reminded you how much you hate you love me. So you Jump into our funerary boat and retrieve my buried body. You dust me off and conger up a spell to spring life within the depths of me. You say lets ponder on forever but in the mean time let's think about what you did to me...and every chance I get to throw it in your face you are to never lift a brow. You are to never admit the divine truth of the matter...that what You did was out of yourself. That what You did was to protect Me. That what You did was because You felt You didn't deserve me... Yet even that very thought haunts me into a coma of miscommunications and things left unsaid. To floating pointing fingers and the walking dead.your rebirth I am starting to dread...it's draining my heart. I know we are meant to be and that's why this love I've started. But these wounds.... Will they ever heal? Will these letters ever cease to pierce my soul even into the depths of the afterlife...let one forgive and accept his wrong doing... Isn't she a child of god? Who art thou to place judgment upon a child of god? Take this mirror and look at yourself ... Do you have nothing to alter? Do you have nothing that needs fixing? Or can you only see my flaws and point the finger at me? Some things we will never meet eye to eye on but no one should ever feel like they are loved yet never forgiven. 

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

YES GOD.

IT GETS ME ALL THE TIME...I FEEL SO ALONE.I DO ME, IT KEEPS THE PEASANTS AT A DISTANCE. EXPERIENCING AH AND JEALOUSLY, BUT KEEPS ROYALTY BOARDING MY SPACESHIP OF DIVINITY.NO QUEENS HAVE PASSED THE MOTHER BOARD...MANY HAVE SAW A MERE IMAGE OF MY SHIPS GODLY ESSENCE AND WITH THAT THEY WILL NEVER RETURN. I'M SURROUNDED BY A MASS POPULATION OF GODS...I'VE REACHED BLISS...I'M PAST IT NOW...I'M THE REINCARNATION OF ISIS. SHE LIVES THROUGH ME. I AM THE CENTER OF THE UNIVERSE...LET THE GODS COME. WELCOME ABOARD THE SPACESHIP MY DEAR KING.I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU FOR WHAT SEEMS LIKE AN ETERNITY...

TRINITY TO ARTIST ALEX GREY: WELCOME ABOARD THE SPACESHIP

THE DIMENSION JUMPING CRIMINAL

THE SONG THAT WILL NEVER LEAVE ME....

Tonik #7 (playlist)



MUCH LOVE TO THE GOD THAT TURNED ME ON...
BUTTERFLY KISSES ALL OVER YOUR ESSENCE.

BEAUTY TRAPPED IN THE DARK - XXYYXX- ABOUT YOU

Jalil Peraza Presents: "Beauty Trapped In The Dark" from Simon Davis on Vimeo.

Tonik #7 (playlist)



DOPEST RAP I'VE HEARD IN A MINUTE.
WELCOME ABOARD THE SPACESHIP SIR REBEL.

Tonik #7 (playlist)

Tonik #7 (playlist)

Phlo Finister - Hotel Miami

Telli Tonik Spaceship Tunes (playlist)

Telli Tonik Spaceship Tunes (playlist)

Telli Tonik Spaceship Tunes (playlist)

Let's Write in Pencil

We enjoy the sunny days, the times when worries lay far, and thunderstorms merely represented by random rain drops. For the lesson you learn, For the things you discover, For the days you reflect on the possibility of unprotected dreams. But for now... WE WRITE IN PENCIL. Taking our time, no rush in sight. WE WRITE IN PENCIL. Vulnerable and scared out of my mind. WE WRITE IN PENCIL. Because we know the harsh permanent stroke of a pen.

SPEECH-LESS-NESS

It is too much to ask for... To be loved. To be held. to be paid attention too. I'd love and merely cherish love, Even if they man was mute. Because he would love like only the divine would do. With heart, with soul, with body, with truth.

Intersections of the Heart

Why do you leave me chilled within the cast of snow, While my eyes call sleep, and my heart beats whispers... It is within the heat of the burning sun that I sit and wait for my cheeks to rouge and your eyes to meet mine. Sometimes you will love, but you may not be loved back, Know that this is not love, and that love should be a shared pathway.

Creator of the Mother Board

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Sagacious.Natural.African.Poetic.Sista- born Kiera Saivonne Williams is a Dallas, TX native, is currently a sophomore at Huston-Tillotson University in Austin,TX where she stands as a W.E.B Dubois scholar majoring in communications. Within her first year in college she has managed to attain a 4.0 GPA, Deans list, Honor roll, the Ramnites dance team, and the pageant title of MISS GOLD. She has done African dance for 3 years and she has recently acquired the position of secretary and head photographer of TBS Photography, a family business started by her grandfather. She is a poet, playwright, song writer, actress, visual artist, and creator. She has a passion for science and mathematics and has a great interest in alternative medicine.

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"It's all about what you're going to do once you have the lemons...are you going to make lemonade? or are you simply going to complain about not having any sugar? I made lemon water, and liked it so much till when I had some sugar I preferred the lemon water. Till this day I enjoys me a glass of Lemon Water."