Passion is not a driven thing
It is the leading of purpose
Accompanied by deep
love
The meeting of souls is a cosmic explosion

The sizzle of the skin
with the undulating  breath
That tingle at the core
that dances with abandon
The touch of heat in the
nape of the beautiful place

The crescendo of intimate music
As the heart fills with longing
Like the eye of a storm
making the ambiance rich in its light

Difference sits quietly while likeness smiles with a craving to be fulfilled
Everything is waiting for the climax of this dance
How does love feel?

A billion ways exist in the ether of love and expression
There are uncountable mysteries at work
At home in the dark of into-me-see

Chocolate on chocolate love
has many varieties to offer
The mood resplendent is angled with power beyond measure
It's the language of truth

Reaching for each other is the only way to fill the cup
Love has many voices
The setting is created for the exploration of a hundred ways

A hundred ways to taste
A hundred ways to connect
A hundred ways to be
A hundred ways love

© zari olawale 2019
#blackpoetboy

Fragility

Art has way of using a visual language to convey a plethora of subjects.The power of the creative process is everything.

We live in a time of relative fragility in daily life and this is causing many to foam at the mouth, whilst some choose to be easily offended and others simply let the hate fall like acid rain.

As a creative observer and producer, I feel the responsibility to share what I see and feel in bringing our collective consciousness to bear.

We are all experiencing symptoms of fragility as we circumnavigate the choppy seas of social media, moral compass, choices and the popular gaze. We are twitching with nervousness because no one wants to rock the boat so to speak.

But to rock the boat is what Life is all about anyway. Isn't it?

In the political arena, tweets are causing a shit storm because sides are drawn and wisdom is shunted aside in favour of vitriolic sound bytes.

In the case of religious beliefs and cultural biases, war is waged with and arsenal of arms amassed without any concrete proof albeit that everyone is easily offended. The talk of love is heard but only hate seems to speak...very loudly.

Prudish attitudes are rife because the political, the religious and the cultural frown on the most natural things about being human. We don't touch anymore for fear of reprisals. Sexual energy is suppressed and relationships are shipwrecking. Laws are crafted to squelch all fun and then we wonder why we slink about in the dark trying to satisfy our natural curiosity about our sexual and sensual identity.

Everything that makes life sweet, beautiful and fulfilling is reduced to a taboo of sorts. The idea of speaking one's truth is lauded but dare to do so and you get censured. The movement for openness and transparency is marching forward, however, the juggernaut of repression is speeding faster than light. Confusion is running the madhouse as those who choose not to remain silent take responsibility to be real and frank.

Too much fragility is a deep sign and sigh of fear at work in the collective mind. It seems like everyone is on a tightrope knowing that they will fall because they are heavily invested in the opinions of a frightened society.

Personally, I am convinced that courage is that attitude that breaks barriers and brings freedom forth. I pride the truth of openness above all. When a society is open and willing change is then the only byproduct.

Imagine if everyone were conscious of their place in life and lived according to this truth, would our world be a battlefield on a knife edge? Alas, we are creating a world saturated with fakery, dog whistling, vested interests, biased commentary, twisted logic, disempowering narratives, racial and sexual discrimination, and the crushing of  individual expression and spirit.

We must remember that we are sexual, social, sensual and spiritual beings. We thrive in freedom and suffer in restraint. We do not behave well in hate. This then means that we are at choice to change and become better than what we have experienced thus far.

The next generation is challenging all that the last has held to be accurate. Isn't it time that openness is really prized in the real world! Balance is the best place to live.

The question is; when will we course correct and re-evaluate ourselves? Are not all asking this of ourselves; can I be me?

What is stopping you and me? Courage is the reality that when we go within then we discover that the answers have always been inside us all along.

© zari olawale 2019

Photo Credit: Pinterest
#blackpoetboy

Skin of My Soul

Breathing is a constant reminder
of the miracle of being alive
It is a magical play of inhale and exhale
This totally automatic sequence is restorative

Everything breathes on this orb of green and blue
Paying attention to the breath is a gift
Troubles come as part of the human play
All the roles, emotions, traumas and we inhabit

My heart walks me to recall
the meaning of my being here presently
I am a block of stone with a complete gesture of me inside
The Universe's chisel sculpts away what does not belong

What moves through me is not who I am
These experiences through serve me in ways of becoming
Letting go of what I am not rings sublime and true
As I breathe and accept the stillness that emerges;
this is the skin of my soul

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018
#blackpoetboy

Tears

Saltwater is a sea
that hides within the eyes
This ocean speaks when
emotions collide inside
They wait until the time
is ripe for the tsunami

As the situation overwhelms the eyes overflow
Saltwater cascades in rivulets
They roll, splash and fall
We call it crying, sobbing
Blood shot eyes greet life
in ways only they can tell

Let's cry with joy and sadness
It's the same water with varying emotions caught inside
Cry freely. Tears are liquid prayers that say everything
Dammed tears hurt
We become more when we let the tears flow

Love weeps didn't you know?
Sadness doesn't hold all the approval
Consciousness weeps too, didn't you know?
Children cry all the time
Why don't adults shed tears?
The strongest of us are safe weepers

Let the saltwater fall
It washes more that tear ducts
But the hold of fear and anxiety
Let's cry and release ourselves from perpetual darkness
This ocean washes away the old and let's the new flow

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018
#blackpoetboy

Photo Credit: Tumblr

BROWN MOLASSES

Once upon a time
Sugar was alien to the western palate
Meanwhile, in the sweetest clime
Kingdoms enjoyed abundance in all forms

These highly conscious beings
Travelled the world as ambassadors of culture
And brought innovation and things
Europe was built by kings made of gold

A sudden but gradual switch was forced
As the fearfilled stole breathing sugar
In whose veins creation coursed
Sun kissed, wise, hospitable and open

Carnage ensued as dark hueman flesh
Was turned into commodity and profit
Sugar lost its taste in the mesh
Horrors untold visited upon the trade

Century to century black lives matter
The ocean claimed cubes as they fell
Reality made raw by the serving on a platter
Inhumanity denied nothing for anything

After all the infernal hubris and asinine lies
In the midst of the boiling down process
Those kings arose from the syrup
Sweeter than before to again possess

With iron in the soul and fire in the belly
The dark liquid of courage remained
A people of high tenacity akin to brown molasses
Slowly formed as they became sweeter;
Look at us now
How beautiful is the castle of our skin!

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018
#OurBlaqStories #blackpoetboy

Bring Me A Dream

I looked into the face of my face
and said words in lined thoughts
A word with mySelf ensued
How do you speak to the essence of Life?

Unspoken love whispered as I waited
I heard the sound of a dream anew
The texture is smooth and then rough
I picked up the sense of contrast

When I self-inquire, it's the way I choose
Standing on a beach of white sands
Listening to the voice of soul in hushed tones;
"Bring me a dream".

I reach out and touch my face

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018
#blackpoetboy

Last week, two prominent names in the media, ended their lives of their own choice and accord. There have been a plethora of prominent people who have chosen to leave in such shocking ways that we, the on-looking and starstruck masses gasp with shock and disbelief.

We gasped collectively on why and how this can be. We try to rationalise that they were the poster people for success, its accoutrements and dreams come true and yet we see people like us making decisions that are informed by many factors. I wonder too. I also think that I understand why.

It's a human phenomenon.

Whoever we are and in whatever aquarium we choose to swim, we are dealing with some harsh and strong currents that are beneath the seeming glassy exterior that we portray to others. We hide our true feelings and share insipid factoids to ease the pain and expectations of others. We hold back our light and let the shade that systems throw stick to us as real.

I am not certain what pushed Kate Spade and Anthony  Bourdain and Robin Williams and the many others in the limelight to choose to end their journeys but I completely understand the premise. I feel on the edge at times. It's a fact of life that our culture is hiding behind its hands in denial and so buries its head in the sand. Mental health issues are a fact of modern living as it has always been in times past but moreso in our overstretched modern culture. And yet, there is a hush about the fragility of the human mind. There is a taboo that shuts off many who are in that shaky place. It disregards fame, fortune or personality. Life is not cruel, conversely, we are not listening to the loving guidance that is in the Universe as us.

I struggle often with trying to keep it together in ways that slip from from my hands. There are a smorgasbord of triggers that present other mind games that are sure to lead to dark and depressive episodes or fully fledged depression. No one can tell when the crack happened. No one can see the train coming on the track that isn't there. No one can predict who is frail or strong. Especially the so-called strong. The lid must be lifted from this shadowy part of our lives and allow the light of truth to shine. We do better in the sun. We suffer in the dark.

When celebrities are cracking before our eyes, what must we do to assist them lovingly? Are we not on the same team called humanity? Are we not made of hair and skin and hopes and dreams? Do we think poverty kills more than affluence? Or is it a racial problem of a human issue?

I know that I, as a person with no grand clout, influence and relative power, I struggle with the market forces that squeeze beyond my abilities of course correction, the intentions of others when gentrification is the darling of the government and the theft of livelihoods by nefarious measures plus the impact on relationships, family, faith and fortune, it's a perfect recipe for fractured people to fall apart. The stigma attached to mental health problems is making it difficult to rise again. If those with all the bells and whistles are checking out suddenly as we are witnessing, what hope is there for those of us who are as common as muck, so to speak?

We are in danger.

We are custodians and not owners. We are relationship wired beings. We came with nothing and will take nothing with us when we transition out of here. What is it that is so important than life lived with purpose, joy, love and generosity cannot fill?

Is bigger, better, more really enhancing our lives or is it simply diminishing the flavour of our individuality and our collective consciousness? I am for openness in recognising, assisting and healing all kinds of mental health problems. Hiding never solved anything.

Can we start by owning up to the fact that most of us are closer to cracking than we care to admit? Can we open to the possibilities that are creating an imbalance in our engagement with life? Can we just fess up and tell our trusted ones that we are overwhelmed? Can we find our strength in what we think is a weakness? Can we listen to each other between the lines first and then speak truthfully in a safe space? Can we realise that everyone on earth is beleaguered with modern life and the cultural demands that we create?

Can we talk honestly?

Can we?

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018
#blackpoetboy

Prosperity Calls

I left my space to travel far
The sights I encountered were riddled with the dark
My strength faded when I saw the door and
The mind twisted like steel in the furnace's spark

I think that my joy is hiding far away
I surmise that I must go and meet it
And so, with just my fear I saw it all at play
Bitterness slapped me hard where I did not sit

The vista looked inviting until night fall
I realised my soul when the mind failed
I had left home thinking there was a high wall
Only to discover that my false boat had sailed

Deep inside me I knew a voice
so sharp, sweet and mine
It is the Universe reminding me of my ultimate choice
That was when I stepped over the fake line

The sound of beautiful music beckon to me
Decisively, I ran beneath the cascading falls
My guide takes me by the hand to who I am to be
And then, I can't forget the feeling of when prosperity calls

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018
#blackpoetboy

Black Rainbow

I am non descript in my appearance
The jolts of fire that spark within me
Is invisible to the closed sight
I am soul disguised as a daughter, a son, sister, a brother, a cousin, a friend, a human and an all rounder on the journey of life
My magic is awesome and yet hidden
Like diamonds waiting in the coal

I am human in sensuality
I am spirit in divinity
I am not the 'other' as they say
There are no 'others' but one
My attraction is awesome
Like the flower that the bee seeks
I feel love in a spectrum that seems to scare the fearfilled
I am not violent
Just a part of the fabric of Life
My stance is regaled in mystery by closeness

I am the shade of Everything in one hue
Yes, this is me at peace
And not in the pieces that the narrative cuts me
The cold game is not true love
Love is the kaliedescope of the cosmic way it expresses ItSelf
I am one prism filled with the whole

My skin is not black but the colour of night
I am the beginning of what fears me now
I work. I laugh. I sorrow. I fall. I learn. I have. I know. I fear. I create. I breathe. I am...
My sight is real in the dark

I am part of the family
And yet the same family I call mine
Reject, deject, suspect me without respect
My sexuality is but the version of the same Universe
Why am I made to feel ashamed of my authenticity?
Does not the same sun drench my space too?

I bring colour to the experience we call Life
I see what you hold yourself from seeing
Does blood flow through our collective veins?
I create the invisible tangible
By my uniquely sublime gifts just like yours and God's
This game of thrones is futile
For we are the one of the One
Who breathes as us

Look into my eyes
My face speaks the same language as yours
When did who we love steal from ourselves?
Who coined the labels right and wrong?
Why do you stick the label 'wrong' on my person?
Are you right? Did Love tell you this?

I am non descript in my appearance
I am you with a different and certain flare
I am the quiet storm that creates
You can see me anyway you want
The same God that holds the mystery in the process through you is shining through me too
Hate has no place at our table
The banquet is for all of us
When will we stop this dispicable fuss?

We are one
The hue and the sexuality matters not
All that sings is the octaves of pure motive suffused with Love
This phenomenon we know as Source
Does not demand any kind of force
Our world is dancing with awe-inspiring colours that tell one story
The story of the Universe that constantly reveals the black rainbow

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018
#blackpoetboy

When Love Is The Way

Fire  makes the life we know
move at the pace of a flash
This combustible energy that
needs oxygen to dance and propel

There is a fire glowing beneath the
Human soul that surpasses that heat
The magic of wonder that burns away
every false fence, idea and privilege made by hands

All of life is powered by the energy
of the Universe's ultimate reality
We bathe in it without consciousness
And to this movable feast, we are invited

When Love is the way-
Family has no colour
When Love is the way -
We are many as only one tribe
When Love is the way -
We let diversity guide how we breathe
When Love is the way-
Life becomes more than what we have fashioned it in our forgetfulness

Imagine, when Love is the way!
Everything we are, do and have will express only the Oneness of things.

Imagine!

Photo Credit: Pinterest

-zari alexxanderr-caine 2018

The Light In My Hands

Out of the dark I can hold
The moon with one hand
Whilst the other touches the sun
My hands reach polar regions

Inside my chest my heart beats
To the pulsating music of the cosmos
Tides come and go and potential
Let's me remember my bonafide Self

Like a glass vase, I sit on the table
Capable of showcasing a bouquet or marbles
Open hearted and clear moving

Within the light of my dark self
Whispers loudly that whatever I encounter
The truth is I am a part of the Universe
I confidently have the light in my hands

©zari 2018
# blackpoetboy

Meet Me At The Crossroads

Darkness dances devilishly,
sweetly calling your name
as if it is a family member
and Love stands there waiting

The road screams like a banshee
calling the scent of impossibilities
A guitar without strings plays
as bullies inside the head have a party

What can you do when you can't laugh?
My heart is bleeding when I see you;
striving against winds that blow nothing
Walking with a splinter and closing the eyes

Twisting dementors sway in the dark lyrics
Come to me dear wealthy self, I beseech you!
Leave me not in the box built by the other side
Do this for me, meet me at the crossroads!

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018
#blackpoetboy

Check Out!

This wall is getting on my nerves
What gives in the race I detest?
Isn't it my soul leading this way
Or is the fake sea winning again?

My hair and skin can't last
Age is burning out like a candle
My greatness seems to be hiding
Behind the wall constructed by others

Am I close to my charmed vortex?
If I found one nugget I think it would
Serve as a manifestation of my simple dream
Sometimes, I feel so less than  crap

Pretty faces, inflated egos, and wispy followings
Push the barriers like a dam cracking
What is my value worth in a plastic world?
Some days press me so hard that I just want to check out!

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018
#blackpoetboy

Friendly Universe

I was taught that the world is hard
From infancy they fed me the lies
It was as if they walked with a card
that must be placed in front of my skies

I knew something deep inside
that this world is also a kind place
My new eyes saw life from the inside
The truth of reality bathed me in grace

All of humanity bends to fear
It is a dementor and I have felt its pain
as it touches my skin like a tear
My soul knows what the mind can't gain

I chose to steady my gaze on the wisdom
of the celestial ages, the only one that holds
me together with the courage of the winsome

I am taken care of
by the infinite organising power of the Universe
I simply step off
the grind because I do not live in a curse

Now as a man, I remember this
reality that declares my freedom
I am constantly guided with a cosmic kiss
and I am boldly empowered to create from within my kingdom

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018
#blackpoetboy

The Sound of Water

Inside the nature of you and me
Is the flood that irrigates
The inner aquifers that speak
Aptly with the language of life being

Mother Nature has figured it out
With her divine wisdom
He created everything with a seed
That has its own river food

Young leaves unfurl with power
In every vein to make its sap business
Green with life like light in the dark
Embedded is magic to be possible

We are the stuff of creative genius
Within us are rivers, oceans and seas
Teeming with majestic living wonder
We came already filled with the sound of Water

©zari  2018
#blackpoetboy

Love Acts

Words are electrifyingly powerful
They spin, dance and hold the attention
From despots to the persons of truth
But they can also be the harbinger of detention

What we think is not enough
To hold the dam of imagination
For the inner living of the soul isn't touched
By placating what usurps  explanation

The greatest principle is to live it
This Love of Everything exudes billions of facts
It's by living what we know in the soul
That irrigates the dryness of life because love acts

The action of love moves all of us to be more

©zari 2018
#blackpoetboy

BURNING SAND

We play games with ourselves
the kind that even children do not play
We say we are mature and yet
we keep creating statues of clay

The beliefs we contrive
usually break the skin and bleed
We serve the gods of ill-repute
just like the centuries that we continually feed

The Universe is a woman who wonders
whether the men of her making can love
But she is angry at the prospect
that her creation will give her the shove

Such are the games we play
Fingering each others minds with hate
We jump and skip here and there on burning sand
only to fall into the holes we dug of late

zari alexxanderr-caine 2018

Photo credit: Pinterest , words are mine via SnapSeed

THE DEEPER CRY

What is it that stings so
and makes the perception cringe?
Where in life is there a pit stop
in the caricature race?

So many souls walk about
craving the inquiries that have no answer
They believe that a utopia exists
to break the monotony they fashioned

Endless complexities are invited
by the senses that try to offer claims
that will not assuage the deepest cry
These sobs are not the whimpering of a face

Facing oneself can be a struggle
A necessary desire to listen to spirit
Below the surface of the gig
lies the basic solution of truth

zari alexxxanderr-caine 2018
#blackpoetboy

Photo credit: Pinterest

OUR HANDS

We use them each moment of our lives to accomplish, direct, lead, guide, comfort, hold, create and assist ourselves and others.

Our hands

The people we touch in ways that express how we feel is done by the tactile fashion of our hands. There's even a saying that alludes to the idea of being able to count how many people we are connected to by the fingers on one hand.

Our hands

Instruments of whatever we choose whether it serves us or not. When we reach out it's with our hands on a physical plane. The sensation of touch is crucial to our growth on many levels.

Our hands

Take a look at your hands and ponder on the magic they can be or the weapons they can be also. It's with hands that we bring comfort and affirmation and with the same hands that we clench them into fists.

Our hands

We give and take with them. We point and create with them. We hold and let go with them. We direct and lead with them. But most of all we serve ourselves and others with them.

Bless your hands for the building and the loving and sometimes for the giving of correction. Honour your hands for the power that they have to change the world. The Universe has hands. Yours and mine.

Our hands

© zari alexxanderr-caine 2018

Photo credit: Tumblr

We Owe Nothing Part 4

Presently on earth, there is a deep culture of debt and the crux of this matter is crippling everyone of us. The idea of owing is a broken link set on the premise of greed and abuse of the power of others by those of us who believe that earning is king. How is it serving us this far? Poverty is an engineered ideology sold to the masses by virtue of the insidious device of religion which politics uses to create elitism via egotism and then economics tops this poisoned layer cake with the power to segregate in favour of the scrambling and partitioning of continents, cultures, creeds, language, kingdoms, realms, and ideologies etc.

To this day, debt is used to subjugate large swathes of the world and the gap is growing according to who rules the ideas of owing and repayment. The most hardest working people are the most poverty stricken on earth.

The questions are what is owed? Who is owed? Why is it owed? When was it owed? How was it owed? On this earth, we are swimming in plenty and yet we all think there's less. How come to be rich is easy for some and for others it's near impossible? What does the God we created think on the matter? How is it working for us this far?

I suspect that we can answer this question in many ways and indeed, we have, however, a few won't give way to balance. Does this mean that we give up and let the agendas of the few annihilate the many? I don't think so.

The idea that we owe something to a deity and a system is anathema. We know this deep inside us and yet we allow baseless ideas to pulverise our resolve. This story has and will not end until we all agree that the answer is a universal one steeped in the spiritual reality that we are powerful beyond measure.

I don't process to know everything, however, I am aware that what I am seeing on earth is not healthy. I strongly agree that we have the power to change whatever it is that does not serve us anymore. Growing up means opening to new ways that foster the growth of our species. We are custodians.

I don't know where we got the idea that we are owners. This actually is the crux of the matter.

©zari alexxanderr-caine 2018

Image Credit: Pinterest, words mine