Marriane Williamson Quotables

1. You are in God.
2. There is no time, no place, no state where God is absent.
3. Love does not conquer all, but it sets all things right.
4. Again -nothing you do or think or wish or make is necessary to establish your worth.
5. God has lit you mind Himself, and keeps your mind lit by His light because His light is what your mind is.
6. The ego is literally a fearful thought.
7. Faithlessness is not lack of faith but faith in nothing.
8. Your holiness reverses all the laws of the world. It is beyond every restriction of time, space, distance, and limits of any kind."
9. The Holy Spirit's temple is not a body, but a relationship.
10. Only love is real.

-taken from "A Return to Love"

Numbers

  2013 (current year)

+1986 (year of birth)

=3999    <--I wonder what that generation will be like.

Dear Prince, 

Tonight, let's party like its thirty-nine ninety nine!

Best, 

Fran!

Fireworks

(Me calling this piece "fireworks" has nothing to do with my pyro tendancies. I just wanted to write/see the word.)

I remember the day Tupac died.
I can home listening to it on the radio.
We traveled in a black car then, -to LeFore HS and back. (-red bumber)
September.
93 BLX
Leaves fell.
I scurried inside to see it on TV
and I still DON'T believe it.

Brief Intro

Do you want to hear a story?
It's about a young girl.
It's about a young woman.
It's about a young lady, who
was born in the South.
Deep South.
Deeper.
Now bag back a bit.
Yes, just there.
In Alabama.

She has dark skin.
She has tough skin.
She learns with her eyes, and doesn't always listen.
She was born in the late 80s.
1980s.
She is "hear" with you, in this poem.
With these words she'll tell you the story of her life.
A story that has barely begun but has a HAPPY ENDING.

She's from Mobile.
She's from Prichard.
She's from Eightmile.
She's from America.
She was born free and didn't know it.

Her education was
parents, televeision, school, friends, teachers, cousins, aunts, and distant-distant folk.
-and nearby-distant folk.

Franchesca
Have you heard of her?
Franchesca lived.
Franchesca lives.
Franchesca Taylor.
Franchesca ReNita Taylor.
Whole.
Hold.
Hold her warmly in your thought.
Thank-you.

IRONY

the irony
of the title of this blog
is that many of my conversations
are uneasy
and even in my realization of this
i find it difficult
to change things
i thought that this{blog} would be
my space and time
to set my mind free
and let my emotions
wander
but i dont exist
digitally

had an epiphany today
followed by another
and found myself back where I started

need a new thought
but every muse
i could find
to inspire me
has betrayed every
drop of common sense
i thought i owned

youll find no lessons
to be learned here
idle chatter
heard someone say
"we tend to focus
on what we dont have; on 
whats not going right"
if i stopped telling that story
of what i dont have
the next will emerge

and the discovery
of the next story
is exactly the conversation
id rather be having right now

And All I Ever Wanted Was...

...the tall, strong, revolutionary type
whose first mission was his family.

I could have known him once or twice
but I never acknowledged his presence
cause all i ever wanted was to know he existed
I could never imagine him
climbing into my reality

Now its hard to separate
fact from fiction
can't remember what actions to hold myself accountable for
and all I ever wanted was
a house with seven children
all named after black pioneers
jazz music and hip hop simmering in the background
me kissing him like I did when we first fell
wreaths on the front door
arms outstretched

all I ever wanted was
a dreamer to dream with
and a partner to build reality
someone's hand to hold
if the world ever ends
someone who makes me smile

all I ever wanted was
charismatic militance
dark effervescence
discomforting freedom
brilliant imperfection

short poem about situations i cant control

I fear for them

sometimes i think they were born at the end of a dream
like seconds after they screamed their first breath into this world

the lights came on

and the party was over

mis-education of fran

i see him

him white boy

him sits in back of class -an gets to say

everything thats on his mind

offends my kind

and whether he is doin this on purpose

I don't know

but minds/(mines) won't grow

if I dont understand what he is thinkin

raise my hand

and say my peace,

BUT

all of them are looking when I speak

i think i'm meek

then instantly they know it too

spells to undo

overcompensate by yelling

then suddenly I am telling them the truth

so much to say but rarely speak my heart

Laughter

I'm laughing hysterically at myself and the things I can't change or control
things i thought I could
why shouldn't I laugh at myself when words can be too tart or too thick to swallow?
What else could there be for me,
-but laughter
or air

I need air
Life knocks at my front door for reality checks daily
and there's little room for me now
so let me breathe here
as bubbly and chipper and round full music
blasting to my favorite song

I lost the heir in my imagination
and i can't breathe or laugh
-and why shouldn't I laugh at myself when words can be so soft and supple?
like marshmellows
so let me laugh then
at my own joke even
and no one gets it but me

I need laughter

31

Self Prime

Stand-alone

can multiplied by many

and divided by none

odd

WHOLE

lucky

negative

natural

"understanding knowledge" in supreme mathematics

real

atomic number of gallium

-a metal

that melts

in your hand

What I Remember of Rome

In Rome they said,

and read,

and beat it in my head

the art, the history, and the structure.

But after reading the Stolen Legacy

I wanted to ask, "didn't they steal this from a brotha?"