She caressed guitar strings in ways
that made both me and the Heavens jealous
ultra violet notes made a believer of me
weaving Spirit Songs to tell us
both
wishing that the rifts that She played, I wrote
cuz neither distance nor reverb would ever keep us apart
i’d light fire to sheet music to blaze trails for a new start
see
every melody her eyes sing strikes a chord with my heart
yesssss
every vibe her mind brings
takes a piece of my heart…
.
for real…
.
Incog’
.
I know This Goddess That Walks The Earth.
barefoot, She
digs naked toes
root deep into soil as jet-Black as She
as eons-old as She
as fertile
as She
her womb
entombs many secrets She is worn
by Mystery to keep
while bringing forth ideas
for the world to behold
(her labour pains remain, as yet, untold…)
This Goddess Walks The Earth soundly
Crowning Glory locked and
whipping proudly
guarding chronicles so ancient
that they’d crumble if held by those less experienced
She Walks The Earth rhythmically
prayer beads clicking philosophies
and theories
Moses, what? She turns heads,
splits atoms and infinitives,
as well as parts seas and so
it goes unsaid that winds do her bidding when sliced by capoeira kicks
and rains obey
at the shake of her ever-present stick…
This Goddess Walks The Earth
breezing past me
glancing at me for only a second’s fraction
but
Her Gaze Is Dead On
and I can just tell
that whole galaxies swirl behind her eyes
for
she is both Brahma the Creator of dreams and wishes
and Shiva The Destroyer
of myths and legends
possessing power to bring down the heavens
and cloak herself
in their silver grey finery…
This Goddess Walks The Earth
dizzying scents lingering
in her wake -
sandalwood and patchouli oil,
cherry tobacco and the lightest hint of coconut
Soul Sista smells of all things feminine
all that i yearn to hold close, she
smells of sleepless late nights and
getting caught out in sudden downpours
and even heartbeats
against my back and
although i have never been there before -
i just know
She Smells Of Home…
but sometimes,
sometimes this Goddess Does Not Walk The Earth
sometimes She Rides Over It
leather horse tethers in one bangled hand
as five curled digits
punch melanin holes into the stratosphere
She
swallows the sun for safekeeping
and
when She smiles -
I catch a tan…
now made several shades Blacker
i too seek to manifest light
manifest life and
She,
Thinker Of Conscious Thought,
provokes my growth creatively;
intellectually;
stirring me from restless sleep
coaxing me from fetal position
and i
numbed by years of playing Gatekeeper To My Core
slouch,
humbled and defeated,
with knees buckled,
at how easily She turns the key…
and so the yearn is to
take sips from the words
that wet her lips
and
lay my head on her lap while
resting petals of prose at her feet
but
unsure of what gifts befit her
i approach hesitantly,
hands swinging,
for I possess nothing,
nothing
save this mantra:
Diva, I Come In Peace.
(written for a friend, about a year back, on a rainy evening…)
.
the moon sheds tears tonight
as i lay here, restless
wishing my wishes possessed the power to transport you here
at the speed of lunar light
so listen to the night’s song and rest easy
enveloped in the silver lining of heaven’s nebula
knowing that each drop of liquid sky that splashes like drum beats against your windowpane
is really a thought, by me, of you…
.
Incogshegro
So, I wrote this recently after being inspired by the photo of an cyberspace pal. Yeah, her visual is that ill. what can I say? I have a weakness for a pretty face, LOL. Forget that previous post, y’all. Your girl doesn’t stay down for long 
…
She be That Muse that
launched the pens of a thousand scribes
including me
echoing auras that eluded me
with vibes
transcending time and cyberspace
She
possessed the ability
to make my mind race
She
had eyes that made me drop
and
a frame that made my rhythm stop
cardiac
palpitations and lost breath from
asthmatic type attack
falling breathlessly
in intrigue of
this supernatural beauty whose photo sat
fearlessly
and fiercely
before me…
Incogshegro
