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