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Tanisha Jackland Nov 2019
It's a balancing act.
We are kidding ourselves
if we don't accept it
and respect it.

America’s shadow
is projected
all over the Globe
and its not healthy
it is a sick child
waiting to be freed

but we repressed it
For far too long that now it
Is running the world

But not without
Demonizing it first
For it is
our deeper selves
out of balance
and a hero to most

Means freedom
For us to gather
as a collective
to heal ourselves
and to remain true

There must be light
For those who seek the
warm wisdom of the dawn

And there must be dark
For those who seek
to rest and heal
from its cool
effervescent shade

the balance of the
world will be shown
with love and simple
kindness

It all depends on you
Tanisha Jackland Nov 2019
I am like nobody

but you can't say

things like that

and come off humble

or modest as such

No I am not like you

before sunrise

i seek out mirrors

that burn with my reflection

I free my self every morn

before sunrise

deleting the gradients

between you and me

you see

I was born a super hero

from a land far far away

and I have not forgotten

I am a supreme badass
  Oct 2019 Tanisha Jackland
Neobotanist
perhaps i had it all backwards,
and we are not the more evolved spirits of animals, and animals are not the more evolved spirits of plants

perhaps we are trying to become that which a plant already is:
a converter of suffering into purity, of darkness into light

just as with each in-breath, the plant takes in my suffering
and on exhale, converts it into loving oxygen,
which we drink in hungrily, yet unknowingly,

and just as each spiraling ray of sun is synthesized into pure life energy,
relinquishing the need for consumption of another self,

perhaps we too need to become more like plants,
and not the other way around.

as aspiring plant-beings,
we too can breathe in all that is
and exhale all that is to become.
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2019
Rise little girl
It is time
To take to your
Feet and run
the sun was not
yours to carry
Child immaculate
Bring to life your
Heart anew
Dwell in this place
For the light
echoes upon you
it is time to rise, little girl
come walk with the one
seen wearing roses
come talk to the one
felt thru all time
"Let the children come unto me" -Jesus of Nazareth
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2019
Anger should
be a reed
or a flute
each breath a trigger
to make you into
a happy villain
that will float you away

I am the one
being willed
but  I can
take my righteous
*** out of the equation

So I got redirected
and reconciled into
a new mode
of thinking

God bless
the trash you
heed like a
motherdome
and god bless me
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2019
Tea
Brim rooted in leaves
we steep a *** of tea
to measure its beauty
with dull eyes then
find ourselves with loose lips
Our tongues even lighter
We are living jokes
punch drunk and
laughing at the
wrong time.
Tanisha Jackland Oct 2019
Death waits.
But, first develops
a rapport
with you.
letting you
believe in
immortal fancies.
entertaining the idea of
living again. in the flesh.
Alas,
Death can stand no more
of your duplicity. of
your undying hypocrisy.
Then, lights out.
No life, for you.
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