This poem was written in 2015. I was “in the wilderness,” a term I like to use to describe a stage in one’s spirituality where they believe in the higher power, but have yet to ground that belief in a given path of faith. It is a fun, abstract poem that gives reference to Alice in Wonderland, as my first acting role as a child was the Queen of Hearts. It also refers to visions of self discovery uncovered through tantric touch, or sacred self-pleasure! This one is full of colors, flavors, and a hint of underlying rage. Enjoy the poem!
I painted this is all kinds of colors for you… listen.
so…i slipped.
Fell down the rabbit hole
this rabbit was black
somewhere in the valley of
my own thighs
gate to my soul
the wisdom inside
took a stroll on a stride
no watch, no time
just I…and the ride.
side saddle.
Horseback.
reverse cowgirl style
my stallion is black
I’m back
for all I was robbed of
so put it in the sack
grinning ear to ear
like a purple cheshire cat
so…i slipped.
Fell down the rabbit hole
this rabbit was black
somewhere in the valley of
my own thighs
I
dug up roots
so deeply concealed
ancestral truths
and all they reveal
all I need to survive
the electric to thrive
magic of bloodlines
the black honey from my hive
tastes so sweet
I keep the beat
on my headphones
to block out the jive
all inside
I slipped
Down my own rabbit hole
a tale to be told
of diamonds and the hearts
I’m the Queen
flippin talking card soldiers
when folks ask what I see
I’m free
Hit a curve in the whirlwind
my hips spin
around seeing love,
gagged and bound
as all
but a fairy tale
the putrid smell
of cigarette butts
keep you stuck in bad thinking
tobacco sticks
attached to karmic dick
burn short like dynamite wicks
impending explosion
I sweat black oil
I don’t need lotion
I keep it moving
in a spiral motion
this rabbit hole
of my own potion
eases my stressed nerves
in dreams I travel like birds
spinning my own world
round the axis of my curves
affirmations off the verbs
of my tongue.
I speak?
Madd Hatter’s run
Esu has fun
with the tweedle dee’s and dums
even the ones
with dashikis and drums
too much free makes you dumb
I’m reloaded…
there’s more on my tongue.
aligator peppered
spicily suggesting
the fleshing
out of details
my cosmo cocktails
find refreshing.
Expression? My kryptonite.
Truth? My colors.
Words are my fix
airwaves are my HOV lanes
put it in the mix
other’s intentions become my bag of tricks
free to form prophecy
let them drip from my lips
or
expressions of divine rage
lick a finger, turn the page
let it burn, cause I’m a sage
low vibrations?
Disengage
taste my genius
some call it craze
I’m amazed.
the sun is shaded amber
the sky is dipped in black
dripping the last of mango flavored fucks
about deserters coming back
I go dry on opinions
get sticky for the facts
tasty like the parrot’s ice
drunk on paradise
from the last time I was alone
on my back.
Shit!
I’m within.
Can’t run.
Can’t hide.
Down, down, down
this rabbit hole ride
a bonnie with no clyde
I slipped
where nothing slides
an oracle
a circle with no sides
a mountain lion
there’s no pride
aging backwards
father time
must like me
but why?
I slipped
Down this rabbit hole
between my thighs
to discover all
I’m divinely assigned.
Hear more iiiYansaje T. Muse poetry on my 6pm radio show, Rhyme: The Underground Gospel on 222.9 The Mothership, Internet Radio for the Road Less Traveled. Poetry classes coming soon! Beam Up!
Ase in Love,
iiiYansaje T. Muse
The Blaq Madonna of the Airwaves
