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Meditation of Serenity and Power

Icons, heroines, mavericks like

Marsha P and Fannie Lou

We do this cuz of them

They did this for you

We give

Flowers to the Fearless

and middle fingers to the law

cuz it’s meant to trample us

and empower colonial empire

Where a few get tall on the

downfall of the many

So what’s the remedy?

What does it mean to care

for a neighbor in need

To be on the scene when times

are rough, and the kids are bleedin’

I need: empathy, compassion, a listening ear

I have: This body, my breath, all the time in the world

Breathe in, serenity

Breathe out, assuredness

Breathe in, protection

Breathe out, knowingness

How do we define these conflicts

Is it really us and them?

What makes us “us” to begin with

and why can’t they stand us?

Why can’t they stand with us

to rebuild this world

Nevertheless, here we stand

We, by our sides, pieces of humankind

remaking a liberation recipe:

safety, freedom, dignity, desire

Finding the highest quality ingredients

and

making due with what we have now

Author’s note: I found this poem searching through older journals, seeking to access wisdom from my past self. This comes from around June of 2023. Some of the language reminds me of sayings from Toni Morrison – her and Audre Lorde recently had a shared birthday, February 18th. This is dedicated to the legends and our lineages.

Sounds of Resist! (EP Review)

EP Review: Ozulé’s Resist! – A Soundtrack for Revolution and Reckoning

Ozulé’s latest project isn’t just an EP—it’s a pre-apocalyptic transmission, a call to consciousness, and a battle cry wrapped in synths, basslines, and unrelenting lyricism. From the first track to the last, the record pulses with urgency, channeling the tension of a world at a tipping point while refusing to succumb to despair.

It all ignites with Burnin’ Toxic, a garage punk-meets-breakbeat hip-hop explosion that sets the stakes: ecological collapse, unchecked corporate greed, and the widening gap between those who see the fire and those who look away. That dissonance—between truth and denial, action and apathy—carries through the EP’s sonic and thematic core. Still Here turns inward, grappling with the fragility of survival in an era of uncertainty, while Rocketship finds Ozulé at a crossroads, weighing whether to escape or stand and fight.

Then, the descent into control and resistance begins. Puppet Master tightens the strings with an eerie, theatrical build, revealing the mechanisms of manipulation before unleashing a full-scale reckoning. By the time Red Blooded kicks in, the collective has taken the streets, and there’s no turning back. With its infectious pulse and anthemic call to action, it’s the EP’s heart—the moment where defiance crystallizes into movement.

But the true triumph is in its ending. Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us lifts its head toward the horizon, delivering an Afrofuturist victory lap that acknowledges the struggle while reveling in the unbreakable spirit of those who dare to fight for more. The bass knocks like a war drum, the lyrics shine like prophecy, and Ozulé makes one thing clear: the future belongs to those who refuse to be stopped.

Verdict: A masterclass in storytelling through sound, Resist! is a resistance piece, a reckoning, and a rallying cry all at once.

Resist! EP is available exclusively on Bandcamp for streaming and purchase: https://ozul3.bandcamp.com/album/resist

Now, let’s take you through each song, track by track:

Song Review: Ozulé’s Burnin’ Toxic Is a High-Octane Clash of Urgency and Denial

Ozulé isn’t here to ease you in—Burnin’ Toxic kicks off like a revving engine, launching straight into a world on the verge of collapse. Blending garage punk’s raucous energy with breakbeat hip-hop’s relentless churn, the lead single from Resist! is a pulse-pounding ride through climate anxiety, corporate greed, and willful ignorance.

The song’s structure is as gripping as its subject matter. Ozulé voices two characters locked in a battle of perspective: one panicked by the rising temperature—both literal and metaphorical—the other stubbornly oblivious, spewing streams of denials. The contrast isn’t just thematic; it’s embedded in the performance itself, with Ozulé shifting between a incredulous mezzo-soprano and a nonchalant tenor. The result? A volatile call-and-response that plays out like a musical tug-of-war, where the stakes couldn’t be higher.

Sonically, Burnin’ Toxic is as relentless as its message. The beat grinds forward like a machine refusing to shut down, while a distorted bassline rumbles underneath, creating a sense of impending doom. And just when you think the track might let up, the engine roars again—an unsettling reminder that this crisis isn’t on pause.

As the first glimpse into Resist!, Burnin’ Toxic sets the tone for what’s to come: a world teetering between action and catastrophe. It’s urgent. It’s exhilarating. And it demands an answer—will we slam the brakes, or crash headlong into disaster?

Song Review: Ozulé’s Still Here Is a Gritty, Grief-Stricken Battle Cry

If Burnin’ Toxic was the ignition, Still Here is the aftermath—the moment when the adrenaline fades, leaving only raw survival in its wake. A searing fusion of electronic and hardcore synthpop, Ozulé’s second track on Resist! plunges headfirst into uncertainty, grief, and the fragile thread tethering us to life itself.

“We know it’s not certain, we’ll breathe again, we’ll breathe again.” The haunting refrain carries a chilling double meaning, lingering in the air like a held breath. Written in the throes of 2021, when COVID-19 ravaged lungs and lives alike, the track wrestles with what it means to persist in the face of relentless loss. The production mirrors that desperation—grungy drum and bass elements pound forward, unrelenting, while Ozulé’s vocals cut through with a rawness that feels less like singing and more like pleading.

But where the song could succumb to despair, it instead finds release. A warped, pitch-shifted performance heightens the sense of disorientation, yet the energy builds toward a defiant dance-break bridge—an invitation, however desperate, to shake off the weight of anguish, if only for a moment. Movement, even in mourning, is still movement.

With Still Here, Ozulé doesn’t offer easy answers—only the question that lingers long after the final synth fades: How do we keep breathing when the air feels too heavy to hold?

Song Review: Ozulé’s Rocketship Shoots for the Stars, But at What Cost?

Drifting between escape and devotion, Rocketship is Resist!’s most intimate reckoning yet. Where previous tracks thrash against the chaos of a crumbling world, this one lingers in the quiet ache of choice: Do we stay and fight, or do we leave it all behind?

Ozulé’s signature blend of crooning melodic rap and cosmic cloud production gives Rocketship an otherworldly glow—twinkling synths and dazzling sound effects stretch across the mix like stardust, while a weighty bassline keeps everything tethered to reality. The vocal delivery is solitary, almost abandoned, switching between a pensive lower-register rap and soaring high melodies. The absence of a second voice leaves a question hanging in space: What will the person on the other end of this plea decide?

The song itself mirrors its central conflict. Its structure loops back to where it began, orbiting the same impossible dilemma: is flight an act of survival or surrender? It’s a time-sensitive decision, one that pulses beneath the moderate tempo like a countdown clock.

More than just a love song or an escape anthem, Rocketship captures the crossroads of crisis and connection, where revolution isn’t just about the world—it’s about who we hold onto in the wreckage. And as the final notes fade into the void, Ozulé leaves us with the real question: What’s worth staying for?

Song Review: Ozulé’s Puppet Pulls the Strings of Dissent

If Burnin’ Toxic was the ignition and Still Here the reckoning, Puppet Master is where the illusion shatters—and the audience refuses to play along.

A fusion of eerie rock and sharp-edged hip-hop, the track unfolds like a theatrical confrontation. Its pacing is slow and deliberate, each verse tightening the noose as ghostly wails swirl in the background, whispering warnings from the shadows of those who saw the truth too late. The tension finally snaps as a gnarly, cutting guitar solo tears through the fabric of the song, a moment of sheer, electrified release.

“These acts are outrageous / Our silence won’t save us,” Ozulé intones, voice shifting from observer to instigator. The slow-burn delivery gives way to full-scale upheaval, the once-passive crowd now rising against the unseen hands pulling their strings. The song’s three-act structure mirrors the movement of a play—exposition, revelation, and a final plea to those still bound to the system. It’s a call to those still tethered—those dancing to unseen hands, unaware of the strings pulling them toward destruction.

Theatre and revolution collide in Puppet Master. With its theatrical flair and operatic intensity, Puppet Master doesn’t just expose control—it dares us to sever the ties. And as the final echoes fade, the lingering question remains: Will you take back your power, or will you keep dancing to someone else’s tune?

Song Review: Ozulé’s Red Blooded Sparks a Movement

If Puppet Master was the call to wake up, Red Blooded is the rallying cry. This dance-pop anthem pulses with the electricity of mass resistance, merging high-energy grooves with unshakable purpose. It’s the sound of feet hitting the pavement, voices rising in unison, and a future being written in real time.

Funky basslines and shimmering synths give the track a buoyant, almost celebratory energy—a revolution that moves as much as it marches. Ozulé delivers each lyric with emphatic conviction, weaving themes of corporate accountability, collective action, and radical hope into an irresistible chorus:

“Corporate accountability / Compassionate community / Family / Building what we wanna see / Piece together a remedy.”

The song’s rhythm is an undeniable force—one part protest chant, one part roller-rink anthem, all parts movement music. It acknowledges the weight of oppression but refuses to let it dictate the future: “As outcasts we’re targets, though together we’re powerful.” It’s a declaration, an invitation, a promise.

At its core, Red Blooded isn’t just a song—it’s a moment for the movement. The soundtrack to bodies in motion, hearts on fire, and a collective ready to make good trouble. Will you step in?

Song Review: Ozulé’s Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Ends on a Triumphant High Note

After the fire of resistance in Red Blooded, Ozulé’s Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us lands like the first breath of dawn—a moment of victory, even in the face of struggle. Dripping in cloud rap’s signature dreaminess, this track floats above the wreckage, eyes set on the limitless horizon.

Producer Persian lays down a beat reminiscent of Pi’erre Bourne and Playboi Carti, where rolling basslines push forward with quiet insistence. The song’s energy is steady, yet unrelenting, a rhythm that knocks on the door to the future and refuses to be denied.

“Though we’ve seen hard times, dark times / Day be in sight / Covered by night / We learned to fly.”

There’s no naive optimism here—just an unshakable knowing. The lyrics acknowledge the weight of history but declare, without hesitation, that the future is already in motion. It’s a celebration of Black pasts and Black futures, of survival and transcendence, of shining under pressure. As Ozulé proclaims:

“When you see us, you gon’ know we the diamonds.”

Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us isn’t just an outro—it’s an affirmation. The resistance doesn’t end. The movement doesn’t falter. And the future? It’s already here.

Resist! EP is available exclusively on Bandcamp for streaming and purchase: https://ozul3.bandcamp.com/album/resist

Resist! EP: An Anthem for the Breaking Point

Resist! EP – An Anthem for the Breaking Point

In a world teetering on the edge, Resist! pulses with the raw energy of upheaval and the unyielding spirit of defiance. Ozulé masterfully fuses hip-hop, rock, pop, and electronic into a sonic battlefield, where sleek synths slice through the chaos and bass-heavy rhythms ground the storm. This EP doesn’t just mirror the turbulence of our times—it dares to fight back.

Each track moves like a chapter in a dystopian saga: from slow, haunting meditations to electrifying battle cries, the tempo swings with the weight of urgency. Lyrically, Ozulé takes no shortcuts—this is an unfiltered transmission, written and performed with conviction. Through their sharp delivery and dynamic vocal range, they ask the hardest questions: When power spirals out of control, when disease and war leave society fractured, what role do we play in shaping what comes next?

Born from the tension of pandemic-era distress, political volatility, and a world crying out for change, Resist! is both a reckoning and a rallying call. Like the last light before the fall—or the first spark of revolution—this EP doesn’t just acknowledge crisis; it moves through it with resolve, searching for the sound of a better future.

Do you hear it calling?

Resist! is now exclusively on Bandcamp, and you can steam and purchase here: https://ozul3.bandcamp.com/album/resist

Welcome to 2025!

Welcome to 2025! We alive!

I’ve come to break this posting drought and share the lessons and universal synchronicities that have approached me recently:

Manifestation and attraction – Coinciding with the Cancer full moon and the Sun’s opposition to Mars, I started to receive news that made me very happy. Pure delight and glee!

I had been accepted to serve as a board member of an arts organization I support. I completed one of my first art grant applications. I was connecting with guides who could support my growth and development. I won a raffle and won enrollment into a comics and graphics class.

In my journal, I wrote, ‘The universe wants me to be an artist. And I accept!’ All of these felt like supportive confirmation that I am on the right course, that the universe is calling me in to experience my desires more fully and on a wider scale. 

I’ve been considering, as I often do, how to organize, make time for, and share the various forms of art I create. This led me to realize: I can’t do it all, all the time. There will be seasons of creation ebbs and flows – so I am letting go of all or nothing thinking, perfectionism, and pre-judgment (e.g. ‘If I can’t write the essay as perfectly crafted as I imagine in my fantasy…’ – you know the rest) NO! Instead, I am realizing that there will be pockets of time and energy I can harness – 15 minutes is a wonderful block of time to jot out ideas and get a message drafted. I want to make consistent progress towards developing my cadence of creation. Then, I’ll prime myself to flow.

Pro-motion: My soul sibling Ayanda has a beautiful tapestry of paradigm-shifting content for artists on her platforms. One of the ideas she teaches that stuck with me is the concept of “pro-motion.” She considers this the things we do to breathe life and energy into our projects, to help them move and be visible and reach the people they are meant to.

Think of this as an act of love that honors all involved: the audience, by being given the opportunity to experience your art and its transformative properties; yourself, for honoring your time and energy to bring the creation into being; and the idea itself as well, to tap into its full creative potential and reach. We can have such unsavory connotations around thinks like marketing and promotion, networking, and the like, but these are opportunities to amplify the goodness of what we create. In 2025, I said that I am going to be more open with sharing my art and intentionally free about how I engage in pro-motion.

Creative flow, sacred release – As Tabitha Brown recently admonished: finish what you started. This statement struck a nerve with me. I felt a mixture of emotions, including nervous, convicted, and yet still open to hearing what she was saying. My book-in-progress, Searching for Sun, immediately came to mind. I had been having misgivings about the scope and viability of this project, my qualifications to write on the subject matter, and embarrassment at the state of the work thus far (sometimes stream of consciousness, sometimes joke-riddled, and more often than not tangents upon (related!) tangents). I have to remember that my particular voice gives the work its character, charm, and flavor. Let the spices flow!

As I have learned in my music career, finishing what’s in the queue allows the next idea to have its turn. Many times, I will not be able to mentally or emotionally clear my slate until the previous project I’ve worked on has been posted and shared. In truth, I think that’s why I’ve had a hard time getting back into my recording lab – I have projects from the end of 2023 that are begging to be published. I think it’s time to give them the shine they deserve, and allow myself to move on.

These are a few of my insights from the first few weeks of 2025. I hope that my practice of easy creation and release guides me to where I need to be, and that this has been helpful for you too. Ashé.

One More For Tonight

And so, today is my WordPress Anniversary! Huzzah 😀

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Just one more for tonight, I feel another one on my brain’s edge, toes curling the edge of the diving board, hyperventilating before the dive in.

I feel a fluttering about my companion. How she was activated and I, unaware. Her agitated and I laughing and enthused. Why, why was I laughing. Why couldn’t I be quiet.

Audre Lorde talks about the Transformation of Silence into Language and Action. Says those things which are not said will eat us alive. Our silence will not protect us. That it is in saying that we shape our action, rather than sit by passively in the face of our impending demise. Death is the final silence. So it is better to speak…

When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.

-Audre Lorde

Perfect love casts out fear. And if you must, do it afraid…

One day soon I’ll give attention to those matters that have been plaguing me, punching me in the teeth, angry and willing themselves to be seen.

These sounds, taking shape into an echoed whisper…

January/February 2024 Recap

As of January 2024, I’m celebrating 5 years on my music creation journey. This is an important milestone, one that I am thrilled to have reached. To honor this season, I’ve taken some time to reflect and call to remembrance the steps I’ve taken on this journey thus far. I’ve also considered what the next few steps ahead could look like. And most importantly, calling my “why” to the forefront.

2023 saw a turn in the focus of my artistry, from the stream of continual song creation from 2019-2022, to a shift to live performance, visual accompaniments, and social media connections. I went to a professional recording studio for the first time. I also created some of my favorite tunes to date (looking at you, Everything’s Bars, Guud Boi, Gon’n Get It, Warped Tour Nostalgia…).

In 2024, I’m allowing myself to savor the climb I’ve accomplished so far. I’ve been invited to be a featured poet at FemmeFest 2024 and seeking to expand the community I engage with through my artistic expressions. I’m revitalizing my original mediums of poetry and narrative, with a fresh fusion of my newfound production and engineering skills. Somewhere in the mix, I’m teaching myself piano!

I am grateful…

  • To the people who demonstrated that music is possible for me, who made artistry seem like a reachable experience. I am making dreams all the time.
  • For the ways the crowd sang my song with me at my first open mic
  • For awakening to the ways I can support and mentor fledgling artists
  • For producing and mixing my first songs
  • For the ways meaning of art layers upon itself like lotus petals
  • For being nominated for song competitions that I was hesitant to submit to myself
  • For the ways I’ve been exploring heartbreak and tense contradictions and lost love
  • To all the artists who have reached out for collaborations, and all those who’ve accepted my requests
  • For the ways I’ve grown to know and appreciate and be kind to my voice. And for strengthening and clearing my throat chakra for an unmasked connection to the raw truth of my expression and experience
  • For every moment of this dream of an experience, I am grateful

Gleeful to announce The Orchard is planted and fruiting! Who knows what flavors and deliciousness will sprout from the ideas here. I am happy to tend to these beginnings with care. And trying not to overwhelm myself with doing it all at once! Though it can be tempting.

Upcoming projects include: Chakra EP, Affirmation EP, NaNoWriMo Collection, Substack of my fiction writings and musings (check it out!)… to name a few!

Many thanks to those who witness, contribute to, appreciate, and walk with me on this journey. Looking forward to many more years of growth, love, alchemy, art.

Zo’s Meadow 🪷

Zo rested in the field as the sun climbed the skyline. This time of year, on the latter edges of winter, the ground still frosted over in the morning. Far removed from the country roads and the pressures of xeir usual responsibilities, this meadow offered a longed for reprieve.

There was something mystical about this sliver of dawn, when nature paused for its daily devotional. With dew drops delicately frozen in place mere inches from their eyes, and the rest of the sprouting landscape before them, Zo could finally be still.

By high noon, the crystals would give way to sunrays warming the Earth, beckoning its inhabitants come alive. Until then, time nearly seemed to freeze in place, too.

Breathing allowed Zo space to connect back to basics of xeir being, to feel xeir body and connect with the Earth. Zo remembered dreams and traced their imagination onto other planes. Here, existence felt like more than an obvious chore. Existence felt like a possibility.  

Beyond this moment, two worlds were ever pulling in opposing directions. One that kept routines and stability, the other ebbing towards chaos and unpredictability. And where did Zo land on the expanse between steady solid and dissipating gas? Zo supposed xey were something like a liquid, connected and coherent enough, and yet still loose and fluid in xeir movement… Not quite one or the other.

Zo sighed, allowing the grass to absorb their exhaustion, their worries, and feed xem energy, like a plant in photosynthesis, cycling oxygen and carbon, water and sunlight, in a balanced exchange. For these few stolen-back minutes of the day, xey felt at ease, replenished, even. Xeir eyes drifted closed, transitioning into dreamspace…

Zo felt a light brush against xeir arm that startled them. This touch was lighter than the grass, even lighter than the morning breeze. Zo opened their eyes to find pink petals floating through the sky. Almost like blossoms, but there were no trees here, no origins in sight.

Zo scanned the skies, their eyes gravitating to a ripple in the air that almost seemed like a gaseous mirage. Zo crawled closer, inching forward until the ripple seemed to break open. Lava seemed to ooze from the gaping fissure in the sky.

Zo recoiled, breath hitching, thoughts racing with alarm. But something about this anomaly in the sky was alluring. Dripping lava ignited, taking on a more intense fervor in flame. Zo did not turn away.

Despite their primal and rational objections, something deep inside Zo ignited, urged xem towards the fiery ring opening before them. As Zo drew nearer, the flames did not bite, actually almost tickled. Xeir skin glimmered like white hot metal.

What is this? Where does it lead?

Zo opened xeir hand and allowed their fingertips to pass through, then their palm, and forearm… Radiance. A bright light enveloped them and then, nothing… and then, everything.

Welcome.

Age of Pleasure Tour 2023.

(My swirling mind… teased and titillated and triumphant and tearful and to’ up and tickled and t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t)

2.5 hours of BELTING

“Be present”

Impregnated

On the floor

Intoxicated

Inebriated

Incapacitated

Jubilant and overheated

Undoctrinated

Liberated

Elevated

Revolution

FREE ASS MOTHAFUCKAHS!!!

I can’t help but break into song

Upon remembrance of you…

Upon remembrance of what we did together

The moments we shared

Hallelujah

HALLELUJAH!

When I try to put words to my experience, my words fail me

And the soothing melodies flow

They sang me to a blissful end

Enraptured

Quickened

Awakened

Alive

I feel… grateful

I feel… stretched

I feel…sexy

I feel…flyyy

I feel…my feet on freedom’s road

A performance evoking the most wistful of poems

The most delirious of dreams

The cries and croons of a person so deeply infatuated a mere whiff of their ambrosia sends me overfull

How can I describe…what just happened?

I said ‘Oh my god’ as a babbling chant

Struck by… admiration, dedication, belonging, wholeness, fun, love, the magnitude of it all

Here we are, alive and living

In this present moment

Janelle performed their azz off, in, up, roundabout, into awards, into my heart, into the ceiling, the sky, the stratosphere, the nebula, the black star void…

What. A. Show.

What a production.

What an experience.

What an elevation.

What an inspiration.

What a man, what a man, what a man…

What a mighty good man

Oh baby

Their look impregnated me

My core is full and overflowing

There is a certain mistrust of our memory

Of our ability to retain all that we’ve experienced

The joyous moments

Can we recall – without video evidence? Without breadcrumbs to trace back?

And yet, Janelle called us into presence

Be here, with me

Be here, right now

We are not in the past, nor the future

We are here, now

We will always be in the now

So be with me, now

Her call beckons…

I answer.

Age of Pleasure Tour 2023.

AM I pregnant? I think I’m pregnant…

[Chapter I]

I need to take a pregnancy test…

I’m floating

We were on the floor, and at the tops of our lungs, on the tip tips of pink pink cloud dreams…

A dream?

A memory?

I woke up in a garden, the bees flitting in their playful and determined way. Flirtatious. Communal. These Free Ass Muhfuckas… We Free Ass Muhfuckahs!

Self love

A sustainable, abundant source of energy

Our joy

Our nectar

Our divine melodies

I feel feverish

Caught up in holy dances of the flesh, skin to skin sacrament, witnessing our rapturous delight

Us – you, me, they and ze

My lungs are full of air

To sing and scream and cheer and beckon you closer

My body aches with all this lovely lust

Touch me, smell me

A splash of fragrance

Dive in

The water feels fine

Download your memories into me

Sensual digital bite mark

And kisses all over my thighs

Ooooo

(Sigh)

We’ve got all night

Take your time

To feel

And be present

You are welcome

You are phenomal

And your pheromones are seductive

Succulent seductress

Aereola and nipples come to play

Washed away in this fever dream

Spent and giddy

We lounged in the meadows

Eschewing our responsibilities for another day

Today we play

Today we celebrate

We are here

We survived

Not everyone did

We are alive

And so it is

[Chapter II]

To the lives we lead…to the dream we chase…to the moments we gon make… and the FUCKED UP SHIT we can’t erase…ashé.

To our joy, ashé

To our dreams, realized – ashé

To being seen in the way we want to be seen – ashé

To loving who we want to love, how we want to love, ashé

Dance, cuz there ain’t nobody else in this bitch like you

I’m dizzy, drunk on your love, your lovely musk, your lovely you

I can’t think straight, and I don’t want to neither

We’re the QTs baby – that’s QUEER AND TRANS, BB

Better yet we the BLACK QTs BB

Church raised

Bosom fed

Hip gyrating

Crop top wearing

Sweaty

Shouty

Ohmigohdohmigohdohmigohd chanting

That mmmnnnghhhh

That oooooooouuuugghhhhhhh

That fuuuuuuuuuuuck yeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssss

That thigh clenchin’

Cheek wrenchin’

Grab my shit and bust me out

Real good, Good Good

All my bitches baddies

Riding with my bestie

Ain’t no stoppin’ us

Don’t you come for us

Best not try ya luck

We all for one

Raise your hands

Get lo

Real real lo

[Chapter III]

A glimpse of the taboo, dashing before us

Emerging from back rooms and hidden doors

May all your dreams come true, tonight

May all our dreams come true

Each chapter reveals a new facet

Revealing visionary dazzle, impressive and spectacular

Layers upon layers of oozing gooey chocolate

Fudgy and creamy and so so sweet

I may have a sweet tooth or two

Put it on my tongue

Dance across the room

There ain’t nobody else in this bitch like you

Rapture and rush

Crescendo and gushing waterfalls,

Stomach crunching, toe curling, oh my fuck yes here it comes

Flowing down your mouth

Dance with me

An invitation to sway together for a moment,

The present moment

All its pains and attractions and loudness beckoning – be here, be here now

In your body

With me

You had to be there…

[Chapter IV]

And we march on

Rods and rafts

Surfboards

Boogey woogey baby!

Scoop diddly woop, boom boom oh yeah

Ain’t nothin’ ever felt like this

Like your kisses

Like the way I blush when our eyes meet

Like the smell of fresh twisted locs brought me straight back to you

Nutty oils and cocoa creams that sat sweet in your cracks and crevices

Incredible

How the universe brought me to you

How we defied every odd, every oppressor that dared to stand before us, every wound we nursed, every scar we bore, ever whisper shared, every bellow from our guts, every creak, every groan, every sigh…

Everytime I think of you…

And I’m no longer there…

[Chapter V]

Starting and stopping, stooping,

Pass me some water?

We waxed ourselves silly

We laughed and howled and barked and sang sang sang til our lil hearts were full on love

Plenty of love here

Enough for us, all us

Ain’t nobody gettin’ left

We remembered all yall

Cuz all yall us

We all here, we all here

Got here by way of the ancestors and icons and legends and low hands and high brows raised, questionin’, askin’, darin’…

And the hands doin the graspin’ and searchin’ and pattin’ down

We had us some times mighty fine

A riotous righteous right ole good time

Sho nuff we did

And ain’t a one who can stop we

We be free

We the ones that be carryin’ on

We the ones ain’t got the good sense

We the ones them others ones whisper bout

Ain’t a one who can stop we

Sacred body, flushed, spent, aching, empty, in between, far beyond…

Mind, and spirit immaterial, so divine, and carnal

Walking contradiction guess I’m… blessed

No stress baby, no stress

I wanna put on my housedress and go to bed

Rub my feet

Drink my tea

Put on a soft melody to ease me to sleep

With you, it all feels like play and rest

Nevermind we just spent 2.5 hours belting at the tippy tops of our lungs

Vitality, energy, another day,

Living, breathing, waking, being

Free as the bees

Free as we bee

Put a lil honey in my cup

Lemme sip that nectar once more

Hydration for my parched tongue

Wet my lips, lubricate my insides

There’s enough to go once more

Leave it all open, written on your collar, in your funktrail, on your heartstrings

We

Are

We

Were

We

Forevermore