Poetry Is NOT a Luxury

Audre Lorde

Teach Em Tuesday… I was introduced to Audre Lorde’s writings my freshman year of college. Exploring the realms of the world…. The unconditional moves that we make in life that are dedicated to self growth and development.. put her in my path. Zami… I remember reading that book like 3 times.. and every time finding something new to connect with. A new question to ask myself… and those around me. As my studies developed so did my need to research my likes… which put me on to Poetry is Not a Luxury essay. Now, whenever I need a reminder of why I was blessed with this gift to move my fingertips in such a way that puts emotions in frames for history that plants images with each stroke… I read this essay. Don’t hesitate to experience this pleasure with me…

Poetry Is NOT a Luxury: Audre Lorde



The Quality of Light by which we scrutinize our lives has direct bearing upon the product which we live, and upon the changes which we hope to bring about through those lives. It is within this light that we form those ideas by which we pursue our magic and make it realized. This is poetry as illumination, for it is through peotry that we give name to those ideas which are - until the poem - nameless and formless, about to be birthed, but already felt. That distillation of experience from which true poetry springs births thought as dreams births concepts, as feeling births idea, as knowldege births (precedes) understanding...


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Prophetic Language Spoken Part I (july 2008)

Prophetic language spoken pt I

Prophetic language spoken
From lips that lick my insides
Tongue soaked
From fulfilling cravings
Simple descriptions
Sexy saturations
Off elevation
Achieving the purest satisfaction
Reason worth living
Creating
Got my heart skipping
Beats

Panting
Vibrations
Chills through my body
Sends him on waves
Up and down
Up and down
Up and
Floating
On air
Squirming
Away from temptation
Yet towards completion
Towards him
Forward, and forward,
Yearning him

Heavy breathing
Body tingling
I can't help but close my eyes
Bottom lip biting
Back scratching desires
Waiting for reasons to miss u
Once gone,
Once awake
Once alone
Once done

Hungry
Starving
Seems like slow motion
Moving through me
As he moves through me
Body heat
Strong chemistry
Glow in his eyes
Glow within me
Time to make him miss me
Leave imprints so deep
Hard to split dreams from reality
Memories from fantasy
My time to shine, glide
My time to ride
Waves