Spinning on waves of endless thought.
Thinking what I'm thinking and guessing
what you could be thinking. Wanting to
know what lies behind your eyes and
hoping you speak it out your mouth.
Hoping, hoping, wanting,
wishing..........never happening.
Talking on topics that are lackadaisical
within our thoughts. Wanting to know what
the other wants with us, but never speaking
on it, fearful that it may disrupt what-ever
is completing its course.
Could I tell you and you tell me, perhaps
we could get our thoughts still together.
Maybe we could bring real into our line of
selected words and mean it.
Time is of the essence and space is for
what we can fill it with, nothing or something. Everything is developed inside out into its'
fullness, even if it isn't, it is; Let's make ours,
let's make it what we want it to be, what - ever
it is..........
Spinning on waves of endless
thought..........
My halo that submerges like Sunrays shining through the heavens. My halo that centers my soul, connects my heart while linking my mind into subliminal submission. My halo filters my thought process cleansing my words... So when I speak, notice is taken by those who have an appetite for soul food and a thirst for power-aid that is supplied by the moon.
The moon's glow tapping against the waves leaving kisses as rain comes so eloquently massaging my fro...my halo. As I tatse the rain, I remember water and my fro, most of us would say, Oh No! Water and your fro don't go. Water keeps it tight, locked in, it won't even bend, let alone let anything in.
Only the sun can loosen my fro, my halo has everything else locked out. You see that's what it's about...only let-ting in what can help mold and bend your fro keeps your halo.
My halo says without speaking that I know that you know I know... So choosing your words, releasing your destiny, manefesting your emotions should be taken as serious as eight cups of water daily to restore my glow, you know my halo.
My fro signifies reaching outside of myself to embrace the complete me. Because I love me from the tip top of my head all the way down to my feet. The hair on my toes shows that I am black like that hair can do anything I like. I can mold it all sorts of ways.
Others frown - look strange when I change day to day...while they're looking the same, saying "How do you do that, are those plaits or braids?" Not realizing the whole thang.
Sameness limits & there ain't no limit... Cause I'm a soldier with halo and the revolution will not be televised-only live.
Oh Oh don't dismiss those of us who have made a 360 back around to perms from naturals and weaves...
Some of us know that the halo ain't always for show. Never let them know that you know what you know. While representing your fro make sho you know it's God's communication tool and use it as you should...
You know a halo!
