Egypt English manifest expansion through deep stretching.
Spiritual Growth

I Am Here to Manifest Expansion

Imagine for a moment that you are a spirit being human tasked with a soul journey of consistently freeing and expanding your mind and strengthing and refining your body to manifest expansion. Now, give yourself the grace of knowing you have your lifetime to accomplish the latter but that time goes by in the blink of an eye, and every woman or man’s blinking is measured on a different scale and kept by a different clock. Learn and Grow to Manifest Expansion You have a duty, only to yourself, to grow and expand by mastering your nature and elevating your

Mother

Goodnight My Sweet Song Bird

Buenos nochesmi pájaro de la canción sé que cuando me despiertoestará durmiendo.Así pues, otra vez digo a usted buenos noches. Buenos noches. Good night,my song bird I know when I wakeyou will be sleepingSo I again, to you, I say good night. Good night. Love, —αΩ♥ S.Marie Notes for Paris, Scribbled Across the Walls of Our Home in  Crayon© 2016 E. English Publishing Group

Who Prays for Your Water Droplets Poem - Intentional Existence
Metronome

Who Prays for Your Water Droplets?

Alarm clocks blaring—our sightless hands search the nightstand and windowsill trying to dismiss the inevitable arrival of morning. Still despite our success of stopping the noises, sunlight casually makes its way through our blinds, lighting our four walls. We drag ourselves from our disheveled bed like zombies most days, only to be fully awoken by the beads of water that commit suicide dawn after dawn against our tired and fragile bodies.    By the time we’ve secured the doors to our home, our late rising has caught up to us. Yet, we proceed with our day, in hopes that something exhilarating will happen. Something new will set fire to our souls and give us good reason

Now on Purpose - Watching the World Shake With Much Madness - Warfare
Metronome

Now— on Purpose

The seals have been broken, the trumpets have sounded, and still the great masses of the human familia choose to disregard the gravity of the times. War rages on all battle fronts—we see warfare in our lives. We see warfare in our leaders. We see warfare in finances, education, health, food, religions, employments, movements, news, entertainments . . . in our music, our sciences, our leisures. We see warfare in our streets, on our roads, our trails, along our pipelines, in our waterlines, in our skies, along our airways, across our oceans blue, green or yuck-and-brown. We see warfare in

Bipolar - A Poem by Egypt English
Freedom

Bipolar

Is she? Bipolar? Me? Bipolar…oh no…I think I might be…manic though But she’s off-kilter.   Her got PTSD in our bloodstream like mRNA in these Sweet tooth babies’ formula. I think I’m going to cross a line. There is chalk dust everywhere.  Yellow tape yellow tape The hood is lit as fxck. Gunshots, gunshots sky high lighting up the ethers like fireworks over the harbor at the colonial’s fourth of July. Bitchhhhhh— there are Rats in the garbage cans, big ol rats in the trap. Cats on awnings vying for a fight anytime a night. You trying to scrap? Or naw…I

A Poem of Death and Rebirth by Egypt English:
Metronome

A Turban for Dickinson

Have you prepared yourself to die Egypt? that is what the lot of you asked me.    I said “No”—unknown to I Eye had no sayin such a matter, but I stare now from this catalyst of crashing comets, retrograding bodies and ever-dying stars, laughing—with mighty thunders from my deepest of caverns ‘fore I say to Elohim of many nomen and degrees —“Death came easy to my yesterself;it has been my resurrection that brought me a coldand breathless hell.”

The Prologue to The Ballet of Mercury and Venus by Egypt English - Love Through the Darkness
Rogue Plants

Rogue Planets

In the collection of love poems, "Rogue Planets," Egypt English takes readers into the darkness dwelling within lovers, existing to be conquered with light. This is the prologue.
Freezing Marigold - A Short Story By Egypt English
Fiction

Freezing Marigold

I had never seen a heart collapse before the day I ran through the threshold of the old rundown barn screaming, barely breathing, face drenched with cold tears and freezing pond water. “She fell in. She fell in, Momma!. I can’t get her to breathe…” Whether my mother had time to fully process the stream of words spilling from my mouth almost involuntarily or she could feel my heart beating inside her chest, I will never know. It was as if she was falling the way Mother turned downward, right knee sweeping over the hay that covered the wood flooring.

Healing

Good morning floorboards, did I wake you?

We live in a house with creaking floorboards. We lose ourselves between the cracks and crevices. Most days, we float about these halls and thresholds as currents caught in the unforgiving cyclones of spawning fish—our voices broken, weakened, and yet, loud— never making it upstream— only becoming forever trapped, assaulted in, about, and by the falls cascading from lofty ledges like waves stampeding to their deaths.

Our Daily Tea

Our Daily Tea – Sugar & Spice Milk Chai Recipe

Often Spirit sits me down for a spell or two to refocus and reunite with all of my scattered pieces. However, after the last few years, I suppose I have finally earned a master’s degree in self-awareness. How do I know I leveled up? I have been sitting myself down. Out of those sit-downs emerged my daily tea break. I have become more and more aware of the fact that I often forsake today in pursuit of a better tomorrow. Silliness when you allow the math to math; after all, the bricks laid today become the foundation of tomorrow. And

Making My Best Life From Scratch Like Homemade Biscuits
Memoirs

Making My Best Life From Scratch Like Homemade Biscuits

Dear Love, You know, I spent a lot of nights stressing over the life I desire to see manifest before my eyes like magic from a witch’s wand. I have felt a time or two that all I was doing was not enough. Yet, I am always doing— and doing a lot of it. And everything I have touched in the name of freedom has transmuted into gold. Sometimes meager amounts of gold here and there, but gold no less, silver here and there, and of course, paper notes, whatnots, debits, credits, and trades of sorts.  Nevertheless, all the attempts

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