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Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
Mud is the battlefield
and we fight death
while the lotus goes unnoticed
We tend to breed greed
like despair is growing green
on the wrong side
We are jealous of them
and their pretty
picket fence
no matter why
they are so fly
women enter old age knowing
we've been cheated
out of youth
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
Women ignite yourself
burn in untamed desire
for the fever that breaks
into flames
pure essence of
lust awareness
that sits below the
root of the spine
You came here to
be wanton
to be entangled
in the mud of wild love
you are a gold
lotus spreading
across the divide
show yourself
and watch the world heal...
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
You have become a dull ache that sits just above the small of my back.  We have grown tall weeds between us. In bed you go fetal whenever I come within arms reach. failing to connect.  I am left alone with the chill of your silence as it mocks me sleepless in the echoes of the night.
a ceramic
coffee cup,
old percolator,
your wrists.

clink clink —

the stirring
of sugar.
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
You'll know it when
you feel it
right between your
solar plexus and gut
Tune your life by it
for You are the middle man
deciding when to
calibrate your mind
to this higher realm
Once you go there
it's hard to come back
Illusion is the hardest
craving to break
we live there at all times
To be truth one must
find their own vibration
and live from this frequency
of true freedom
Tanisha Jackland Jul 2020
To make corduroy cool
you'll need to be
the grand ole size of a
5'2 sprite
Be perky having
thrift-shop lovin flip-flop
wearing, I'm going to
make a bold statement with my
clothes inducing, young
and up and coming, professional
with a namaste projecting
attitude.
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