Saturday, July 30, 2016

As I reflect back on my life's journey thus far.... approaching the 7 year anniversary of gaining my 'freedom' after being released from the Military's 'Slavery' Institution.... I'm forever thankful to 'The Most High' for the experience, her Spiritual guidance, protection and enlightenment, as she prepares me for the next chapter of my life.

 Lt. Commander promotion ceremony August 1, 2006, 
reaffirming my Oath of Office to serve my country.

A heartfelt testimony of my military experience;
rising through the ranks from a deck seaman to lt. commander;
 ultimately becoming a targeted Military Whistleblower.

My first published poetry book, a lyrical collection of
inspirational, romantic and erotic poetry, haikus and more. 

My second published poetry book; 
a beautifully crafted collection of inspirational poetry and prose,
scribed while embarking upon a journey of Spiritual Awakening. 

My third published poetry book;
a unique collection of poetry, prose, haikus, proverbs  and more; 
scribed while "Coming of Sage," attuning my Spirit, Mind, Body 
and Soul with the Soul of the Universe. 

Keeping my Spirit grounded
with the Divine Spirit of the Most High.

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history 
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
  I rise. 

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