Tangible (nonfiction)

My fingers are grazing my dreams

I can feel the wetness of it all.

The dark allure of everything I ever needed..unfolding into my palms.

My eyes can see my throne..I almost forgot this is my rightful position.

It is tangible, 

this ancient dream returned,

this ancient prophesy fulfilled.

Guided by the electric entity that be,

I am touching the Spirits glory.

Tangible truths exist between realms.

~

I am here now…again and evermore...

(notes from a reincarnated royal)

666

Darkness has covered my light, and has changed my day to night.. and I am at peace, swaddled in the arms of Mama Universe.

Collette

dreaming in black

Nobody wants me in my black skin.. So I pray for more melanin.. 

And one day I’ll fade into the night sky

Blacker than black 

Blacker than black..

Back to my roots in the sky.. All you’ll see is my smile.. I’ll be an eternal star for a world that rejected me..

A light for those who share similar journeys.

Knowledge of self has brought me to this understanding. 

An endless beautiful being I am.

I’m in the light of my birthright, my right to exist as I am..

Blacker than black

I’m shining back 

Blacker than black… Undefinable, and unapologetic. 

Melanin encasing me… Loving me all the way through my destiny

#blackwoman #blackpoet #poc #woc #mypoeticlife #poetry 

Mama (Inspiration)

(Ma Ma)

In my solitary moments

 I realize,

I haven’t spoken to my mother in 3 weeks. 

I am on the verge of realizing myself.

I have stepped into the stage of Goddess-hood.
I have been cloaked.

I am not a late bloomer

I am retracing my steps.

I am not weak

I am accepting my strength.

I am not perfect

I exist in the now. 

I’ll never struggle again

I have stopped feeding my wounds. 

You don’t have to love me anymore... You already do.

I don’t need to need you anymore 

I am already grateful for your passing presence.

How sweet it is to experience the womb, again.

My own womb…

I am my own mother now.

And I suckle away my pain.

You don’t have to understand my healing

You have already played your part.

Thank you Mahala Lewis allowing me to use your painting as the inspiration for this poem. (click her name for more of her work)

 Collette Brown

(Ma Ma)  2015

Matter in the Void

What is experience 

Beyond a strange recollection of memories

Is this where wisdom kicks in

Or is this another toy on reality

Who cares about the truth anymore?

Our feelings have been channeled through superstitions

How can I respect a hypnotized public opinion

As Above So Below

Bringing heaven to earth

Heaven may be interpreted as hell because heaven is a space where the infinite possible exists.

An unlimited expansive universe of completion. 

Nothing else.

I dream of that kind of starry hell

The infinite possible is my playground and home front.

Join me if thou will.

Love Stories & Solitude

Tired of broken poems

and broken loans

and broken pencils

scribbling

half truths

about half loves

that

fucked and sucked 

my body

and mind into an oblivion 

of futile desire

never satisfied 

with the moment

always wanting forever

until the moment ends

and I'm left

writing tear stained poems

surrounded by glasses stained red

endless wine drops

endless memories

looping in my blue veins

this is

my last fucking goodbye

no more spoiled moments

only

writing words that spilt the redundant brain from the heart

only writing words of self salvaging

only writing poems that 

tell the whole truth

like

know thyself

know thy fucking self.

       these

words 

are 

my re- introduction 

my

re establishment

of equilibrium of self

 inside and outside

of 

love stories 

and

solitude.

New Post! Please share!

Hello Friends,
It's finally here! Check out my latest blog on The Huffington Post!

please feel free to comment and share!!

Love Always,
Collette

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/collette-brown/queer-people-dont-need-to_b_3972448.html

BYIAIN

The thing is we no longer have to hide.

The times call for the modernization of the star nations. 

All soul experiences are coming to a head,

Burst with the ashes from the flames of your iniquities 

It is time to reach out.

It is time to believe in all that you have gathered.

Show your hand, be not afraid.

It is time to show your blood and what makes it circulate.

What makes you vibrate...

The who in you.

We have come to far to give into habitual prudences now.

Be.

You.

I.

Am.

Is.

Now.

Reposting Myself: Artist Fuel

Artist Fuel: My 1st Huffington Post Blog

Strange Fruit and the Seeds of Mr.Martin

The spirit of hate towards a child because of his race is an evil that has been bred in the hearts of people since the fall of man. 
This life was not taken in vain. 
This is the publicized sacrifice of a human being. 
This is what it takes to make people wake up to the hate and violence and judgement of others in their own hearts. 
My heart spills over with "forgive me" 
and "I'm sorry" 
and "thank you" to this soul.
His life has stirred so many of us to the sick reality of a society clouded in racism, ageism, sexism, and economic, moral, and social slavery. 

For all those who have lost their lives due to acts of violence.

For those who have fallen under the hands of their own brothers and sisters and of strangers.

For the race of the black people who still suffer under the conditions of a society brainwashed against equality.

For the ancestors.

Thank You.

Liquid Phase

Float across my stomach the way you do
with your free movement spine
Fluid like fingers leaving watermarks on my legs and thighs
my mind cant see beyond you anymore
You are my watery grave..
I've died this lifetime and have awoken to your smile
Your song travels through the waters of my psyche
The dam of my mind never thought it could be breeched
The levee has been severely damaged by your loving
You leave me to the release of my soul
I collide with you
Two seas become one
you have freed me with your flow..

to be cont.d

Body change Mind unravel Time null

Hey all,

I found this in my old notes and thought I share, it was intense, and I like how removed and completely joined I feel when reading it.

Enjoy and Love.

Who defines who we are when we awaken in a war filled time zone 

Where 1st world countries suffer under the evils of mind control and poisoned filled food 

as 3rd world countries suffer ugly truths and no food at all.

Who defines the woman who awakens in a bed soaked with her own sweat 

and where there should be blood there are only tears

And where there is blood, there are scars in need of healing.

Who defines the spirit that awakens in a body where all natural needs are unfulfilled 

What spirit doesn't shut in on itself and die under these conditions?

I have died a thousand times today 

Yet, I am here.

Welcome

Everyday and every moment is medicine.
I am sick,
I have been sick,
but I've been taking the medicine of the moment.
Ideas disguised as beliefs,
Essences misinterpreted for truths...
There has been a disconnection from reality by reality.
I have built a solid wall against the waters of life.
Sweet life,
Sweet, Sweet Life.

Welcome,
you have found your new home.
I welcome You.
My own  welcome came from a tomb, and I based my life on an idea of death.
Sweet and seductive death.
But I have been welcomed by death,
and death itself told me life is a gift.
As simple as that.
So welcome,
Welcome to life here on Earth.
A life of unreal realities, where reality exists only in knowing thyself.

.

Invisible and Alive

Husbandless bride

Married to death and time

Eternally alone

Caressed by the invisible 

Tears wiped away by spirits

The departed are her bridesmaids and sisters

She is the conqueror of death 

The queen of the sun 

And her love lives forever.

BlueNote #9

It's been a tough month.

I've lost the one I wanted to marry

But I've gained my self

I have nothing more to say right now but many things to post.

If I knew a word to describe God without patronizing or giving gender

I would say thank you -------

You provide me with all I need

Even as I walk alone.

Even as I walk alone

Even as I walk alone 

Even as I die alone

Even as I bloom alone

Even if she doesn't care.

Thank you.

Self

The magnitude of thought has come to light

The generator of power is burning with growing strength

The triangle is rising and the wings are unfolding.

What a strange time to daydream.

Strange indeed,

I feel the change of the universe coming through me granting me the freedom to be myself

The bondage of pain no longer blinds me and I find myself 

Free..

Free to be Self.

This Self I find cannot be defined, but must be lived.

She must live through me fully.

I can no longer protect her with isolation from reality.

She cries out of joy and fear, it is more than she hoped for.

To feel a connection

To be alive

The grey flesh tones of death have been lifted and a radiant gold shines from within me.

This is me.

Free-dom is my Queen-dom

The ego prefers pain to reality and suffering to truth. This underlying characteristic keeps us enslaved in a brutal world we ourselves create. We cannot blame parents or circumstances for the state of our mind. We can patiently come to terms with the  internal world we have built and let that dissolve into the true greater magnificence of what is.

Awaken or Repeat

"silent characters fill my belly
leaving their footprints and ink marks on the walls of my stomach
I crouch over beside myself with pain ,(so i think),
unable to tell if their dance makes me sick or causes me great joy."

I haven't spoken to you in what feels like decades,
but I have held my ground.
I have rooted myself in the soil of the universe,
to whom we have both pledged our lives.
I have kept my word, and have only thought of myself during my loneliest moments.
I have,
 like you foretold, fallen in love with myself.
This love has come to me like a spirit in the night
and has stolen my breathe and has given me new air.
I have never had vision so clear.
I have never been more afraid to see your face again.
In my infidelity, I have gained the eye of the original I am.
I will finally be able to enter you again, for the first time.
My heart is solid, but my stomach responds, I can hear the drums of your coming.
This song, is not the song of victory I had so long replayed in my heart, this song, is the song of mourning.
Still, I stand, rooted in the soil we so long ago pledged our lives to.
The procession arrives, and our eyes meet as they have in every lifetime of ten million years.
I look in you, to see what is left of our promise and what is left of your heart.
I enter the darkest caves and dungeons  and gracefully pass through the holograms of childhood and yesterday.
I find you,
I see you,
the you 
that is me.
My breathe escapes and enters your lips, 
the drums change their rhythm.
I remain grounded.
we hold our stare.
I see the wounds you have brought home, and you see the neglect I have suffered.
You turn from me suddenly and a deep wail is heard from nowhere.
You continue with the procession, again you deem our love unworthy of stopping,
I cannot chase you, I am rooted.

I haven't spoke to you in what feels like decades
but I have held my ground,
I have rooted myself in the soil of the universe, to whom we both have pledged our lives.
The winds carry the sounds of a far away procession. 
I whisper to your heart, to my heart, to the heart we share,
"come home, here is your home, the war has been fought and won, we only await the victory song....come home and play our song"

Personal

Thank you.

You have made a choice to enter my portal.

This portal is yours alone.

You are stepping foot onto black soil.

This soil, is from whence you came, this soil is from the blackness of space,

and it disassociates from color, beliefs, or status.

You have chosen to disconnect.

Now you choose to reconnnect,

To the I Am of Life.

Wherever Life may land.

May you live it.

amun