Wicked Ways - Egypt English - Love & Life Coach

This sh¡t ain’t kashér and you know it…

Vows are not made to be broken…

but—we are humans, fickle creatures…we break them. Some we break unintentionally, some we break to save, as if it needs saving, grace…and some we break simply to keep from having to reveal our demons to none other ourselves. I broke a vow I made to you, because of the latter—I simply could not be transparent with you, so I hid from you…but only the part of you that reflected me…I hid from your eyes, and yet your hearts still beat in my chest.

Even in hiding, I could not escape the sound. I could not stop my feet from dancing to those beats you conjured—and though, my mind still raced as brilliantly as a million thoroughbred stallions, my spirit stalled out a time or two, and my body backfired…my bones cracked and ground bone on bone. I chipped a tooth. I stained a few. Part of me became so seemingly complete with the thoughts breathing as good mother Dickinson had, and part of me grew sick of dancing in my own eerie shadows dropping baskets of treats from gloomy windows. Slowly,


I set aside my peace pipe because I am learning time slows down much faster when it speeds up—like interdimensional travel, shifting, bending, transmuting from one black space to the next without the blinking of an eye. I am home again. Please allow me to rest my head upon your hearts once more.


A Letter to Those Who Traveled this Wicked Path with I

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Egypt English - Debt Collector - LoveTrips™

debt collector…

Within these walls only love lives here.

Yesterday I went knocking on her door. The wombman who answered, I felt Her gaze through the peephole—heard Her mind adjusting the locks. “Uh, I’m looking for the backslider…the broken onethe child with the contrite heart?” From out of the corner of my Eye, I saw many fingers falling from inside the window frame and bent blinds mending themselves…and then, I heard a plethora of well-blended voices spring from behind the gold-framed door—”I think you have the wrong house,       she doesn’t reside here anymore.”

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To Hell with Love - Loveology w/ Egypt English

To Hell and back, with Love

For a moment,

I thought it best to shatter that green glass slipper—instead, I tucked it away, beneath my lonely bed. And at night, I’d dream of the lifetimes we spent dancing

beneath the burning hearts of our ancients,

but I could no longer feel the heat your breath upon the back of my neck as I slumbered. I’d long since forgotten the depth of your eyes, the blessings of your scent invading my nostrils.

Yet, I clung sure to the sweep of your lashes

down my bust

as we lay in that field of dancing Lion’s Tooth.

And then just as sure as the spiral of the Milky Way

You sought me, and from beneath my dimmed prism you pulled the other half of my heart

still beating, and for its price, you gave me back the half you’d carried since the time I close my eyes ahead of you.

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Breeding ambition.

Breeding ambition.

When I pass on, I pray my children can say of their Mahdraha—she lived well. She did all that she loved, satisfying the colorful array of her wildest desires of her heart.

Against a liquid fence

I Saw God . . . then I heard S’He speak.

April 12, 2013 — Akenatzy Country [Clover, VA] (originally posted to Nadira’s Locs)

Call me crazy, but my day was amazing . . . Selah.

A voice in nature - Nappy Nahdee

I have never in my life been so, so something. After work today I left the office, and I did the usual: wait for my brother and his partner to finish up work in the backwoods. So I sat up against a wood fence and took in the scenery. It was magnificent, divine. As I’m writing this know that I’m beyond overwhelmed with emotion at this point… Still standing here, barefoot, stuck, and trying to make sense of all that just happened to me, trying to relay to you all that God just gave me. Continue reading “I Saw God . . . then I heard S’He speak.”

Selfitspired ♥

Love 10 1 – Biology

In 6 months I’ve lost 30 pounds by simply switching to a 75% vegetarian [no beef] diet, with no consistent workout plan, and making healthier snack and dessert choices, but I still have my sweet cheat days so life is oh so good?.

I also just started hitting the gym regularly this week with my King, so it is time to get this body right for these summer months, for our September wedding’ish and I can’t ignore shaping the baby making hips. ???????

From 240lbs to 208lbs … Have a great week loves!

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Running along the edge of a wet pool deck mid Summer

I used to say I’d rather drown

than die by fire— be charred beyond recognition by flames.

Yet now,  I stand self adducing—

spewing from my mental time after time that I rose from those blazing snares

purged, scourged, blackened with soot; but exculpated and true.      And now the solace I thought was to come upon drowning seems quite vindictive as I thrash about the relentless waves cast up from Haides’ seas of mist and darkness. Sweet sounds of Seirēns tease the thistles my ears and for moments brief, but always sure, I feel the tide changing. Shifting. Gentle.      I float

and then the drowning commences once again.

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