Music video by D’Jon performing “Power” © 2018 SupremeDJon.com
My fur be faux ’cause I found no need to kill for warmth—we have been graced with the rise of comforts, namely pushbutton heat.
I pay no blood price.
You will not catch me trapping rabbits for fashion, ‘cuz like my diamonds I clean no blood from knives for a good show.
You may spy me in authentic fur—genuine leather maybe,
but know it’s been recycled, thrifted, hand-me-downed or gifted, and to the dear creature who has sacrificed most I offer no price, but many meditations well paid.
You will see me here or there my crown ‘dorned full and gratefully feathered, be kin to know they have long since been pluck from vintage wings, cast down from the plumes of one who still soars the skies or pulled from a shelf of manufactured plumage.
Still, you will not find me cursing the man who captures the doe, or the woman who glistens like pressure crafted stars from a laboring man’s land—no, ‘for every life has a price to pay, every bird a good song—and we all have a measure of heart, no one being’s strummings lesser or grander than the next.
They keep us warm, shield us from the extreme temperature changes—but I’m burning on the inside.
here and there, you just gotta toss the faux to the snow leave it for the deer to trample, and when they stampede
at the change of season, upon your return take up your fringe and run with them.
—Dance of the woman with 3 left feet
King Frank releases his second installment to Chop County’s “Merci” series, entitled “300”.
The single “300” will be available on all streaming platforms including Tidal, iTunes, Spotify, and more…
Each year we each embark on is always a year or something…either you fill in the blank, or you don’t, eh. Truth is often we do not fill in the blank, and we end our year with little to show because we neglected to establish a clear vision of all that we desired to see come to fruition. How much we neglected our past year will reveal its no or low hanging fruit come the dawn of the new year—our current year. Let this be the year you move and maneuver in such a way that you blink once and 2019 slows down to roll out a red carpet embroidered in golds and lined with silvers for You.
All that you do and neglect to do will matter, yet, not all that is done will transmute to matter, and still, nothing is ever truly wasted.
Yours in Love Truly Always Continue reading “2018 Manifest” →
I’ve come to terms with the ever-unchanging fact . . . I don’t need much to live a great life. The fact of the matter I can only think of 5 things:
Always 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.
Communicate sacredness, build it, share it and spread it.
—reaching for love in a mug
All that is physical has an expiration date. We, in our current form despite color, national origin, age, gender, gender identity or expression, sexual orientation, genetics, disability, religion, or veteran status, live steadily marching towards our individual expiration dates. Yet, that which is sacred does not possess a physical expiration date. Sacredness—vibrations, energies, frequencies: thoughts and bonds all exist forever—long after their earthly visitations privileges have been revoked by the stardust covered hands of time. Continue reading “#Teaspiration Thursday | The Love We Shared…” →
Be gentle with yourself. No need to lay self-blame
Whenever in doubt—call on your ancestors: they will respond. This is the highest love I know. I have been struggling with my soul searching, my choices made, and in many ways the path I should tread next. Thus, upon my normal late rising I paused to read a quick scripture on “the expression of love” from Frank’s good book, got dressed for work, and headed out the door only to have to step back in the threshold to bless our home, give thanks to and bid love from our ancestors. Heart no less exhausted— I hopped in the car and proceeded toward work. Continue reading “Not Every Man Finds Religion, but All Possess Ancestors” →