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the magic in time

There is magic in my hips I sway left There is magic in my feet I sway right My wand sprinkles stardust My soul remembers dance My magic can’t stop hate But it can stop time Time is what we need My wand…

by the full blue moon

I want to dance naked by the light of a full blue moon         at the witching hour when cauldrons boil red and hot and bare breasts are swollen full with milk         prepared                 for new life visiting from the old world Cries of sadness…

quicksand

Church bells fall on quicksand Gods die sinking and dreaming The creator was created There is no cross here Only death doubling as love © zaji, 2015

serving up shorts

I dream of other worlds Far from here Far from here I dream of other homes I won’t post much here today. I’m working on a few of my short stories and hope to get them done soon. I intend to honor my…

tomorrow's child

Peace. Let it find you in the innocent places. Even in the dark places that want for sunshine and long lost love. Let peace stretch you taut until you are soft and ready to be touched in erotic corners of being. Let it…

stone language forgotten

Sharing an idea I’ve pondered for a while. Not very poetic, but a notion I like to toy with in prose. Maybe one day I’ll write something more serious and poetic around this idea. Imagine that stones are sentient beings and the oldest…

self creation

i am my creator i am self multiplied by self to equal me this equation is not for the faint of heart math did not create light         light created math i will let there be darkness retreats from the womb self needing self…

self creation

My ideas are all I have. This is my wealth. Each new thought frees me from the here that has become my now. I live inside my mind in the elusive spaces. I am the creator who dwells inside self. I am creating…

profane earth

Sacred days buried deep beneath still red Earth Soil moved by sacred seeds bursting through to touch god’s sun She waits for the moon on bended knees Earth tears remember honor and praise But mother is no longer sacred She is objectified and…

ink

black feather quill in blue ink words find their path along unlined paper a road follows each word sentences make tracks that trains cannot ride there is something on the unwritten page a soul waiting for its ink waiting to be born in…

obsidian nights

My soul draws vital breathe from yesterday I am carried on by obsidian tracks Through places long forgotten Engines pull and pull and I am carried along Across moonlit nights Tracks recede The future is against my will © zaji, 2016

sweet pain

i am bent and splintered broken parts are honeyedinto healing wounds are not honeycombsblood is not sweet my insides are painedfrom the blows of words not meant © zaji, 2016

senescence

my soul is blue and cotton soft sinking into aging flesh time enslaves body words are not youth fountains time machines are not made for me a blue flower picked withers folding into blue dust i am remembering freedom © zaji, 2016

the strangeness of existence

the strangeness of existence. for hundreds of thousands of years i did not exist. then, enter darkness, light, water, heartbeat, blood, bone, body, breath, sentience; movement of me, them, us, we, on green and brown Earth. i am here. a century at most…

into my bones

water pours into my wanting bones into the spaces between blood and marrow those places that form seed and memory bones buried deep in brown ancestral soil deep into the other side of time tell dancing stories of the ancient ones forgotten waters…

dreams not for sale

Someone sold me a dream One man’s junk is another man’s treasure Dreams are relative pieces of things         scattered across life’s landscape We catch the dreams we want         and vomit out the dreams That make us sick I had a dream But it…

ice heat

Ice burns us from the inside out Hot and unabated Brown skin burns white dreams Pain reminds us that we         are all the same Sometimes hot and fierce Sometimes cold and forgotten         Ice forms around our blue souls         We are all the same…

moon water

The moon submerged in rippled waters. I await its rising. The waxing longs for the sun. Shadows remember long ago cycles         in times when they cast upon naked brown bodies. It rises so we may sleep.         It rises. Moon water drips into the…

remembering jamaica

i am remembering jamaica i remember jackfruit, gineps, bami, star apple, sour sop, dumplings, festival the land of victuals is vast and satisfying rastafarians fish by ocean side near smooth rocks seaweed floats across dark brown legs i-tal short fast cars on narrow…

ink-tears

i will catch my tears in a vile        pour them into my pen                and write my life story                        in black and blue tears dysphoric cries don’t tell lies        they’d rather remember euphoria                but the ink-tears are too black                        too dark with history of lonely nights                                in a house filled with…

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