November 20th

I love my two brethrens and the way they vibe to the pulse of their souls,

Pulsating them into purifying characters that we’ve been told could only exist within bible stories and fairy tales.

I love the way their vibe permeates the air,

And sprinkles droplets of positivity onto vessels standing nearby.

I love the way they hate each other out of love.

And I love the way their heartbeats sound louder than the war drums circulating the area.

I love the way their lips are never silent with truth.

And that their honesty isn’t always pretty.

I love how they allow their music to heal them.

And I love how they allow their music to heal others.

And I love how they provide us with buoyancy while we’re standing in an empty church yard with biases so thick and heavy you can smell it in the air and it weighs down your shoulders

I love the way they love the way they are

Untouched, simple and sacred… at least to a girl who sees them through lenses that have been wiped clean with realities

I love the way they love the way they are

I love my two brethrens

Copyright ©2011

 

--Love and Freedom

--Kerry-Ann Davis

November 18th

Sometimes you have to step outside of the confines of concrete walls to be able to write a poem.

Sometimes we need the scent of roses to remind our nostrils of how sweet breath can be.

Sometimes you need to see the blue sky in all its gargantuan-ity to remember that beauty can’t be amassed into a sole entity or identity.

Sometimes the rocks need to remind us of how to remain grounded.

Sometimes those rocks need to remind us that when we’re pushed around, we aren’t just rocks.

Sometimes chained puppies barking loudly, misbehaving, have to remind us that we weren’t created for chains,

Even though those whom we love and who claim to love us claim they’re only trying to protect us.

Sometimes we need to be reminded by the way the leaves fall off of trees that we aren’t meant to stay in one place forever.

Sometimes we need the honey bees and the way they suck on the nectar of the flowers to remind us that we need each other,

And sometimes we need them to remind us that all flowers aren’t good, despite their appearance.

Sometimes we need to see the trees and the way they dance to the evening wind and to the rhythm of the tweeting birds to remember that the world isn’t beautiful,

But that it can be if we tried to make it.

From time to time we need to see that sometimes even though the rain falls the sun still shines.

And, that’s inspiring.

That’s indeed inspiring.

Sometimes being inside of concrete walls just isn't that inspiring. 

Copyright ©2011

 

--Love and Freedom

--Kerry-Ann Davis

Thursday 17th November

She can no longer put her feelings into words

For they have moved past the ordinary violent ups and downs ups and downs of the waves

And into a place where the sea has calmed, giving peace that she hadn’t felt in a while

A veil has been lifted and her eyes are crying blood, all that she suppressed in those tight small veins that was her slavery

Her heart is overflowing with the purest water

She hears clearly now.

She’s standing, feet bare on the earth, and she’s beginning to feel again.

Herself, back inside of her self now and her body wants to scream the question “Where have you been?!” to her

But instead it welcomes her quietly and solemnly ignoring all her ignorance,

Because it is just thankful that she’s back.

She hugs herself, rocking back and forth, back and forth in introspection

She recognizes that she misunderstood so much and not so much that she was misunderstood.

She knows now that the world is not some grand fountain of beauty and of pretty

But it’s impossible for some souls to enter into a space and not flood that space with its light, righteousness,inspiration and freedom.

She drowned in that flood last night, the baptism was more sacred than anything she ever knew.

And she’s grateful that they took hold of her soul

Palms of truth real and raw

They’re guiding her to the path of freedom and when she gets there, she’ll figure out how to be free.

Copyright ©2011

--Love and Freedom

--Kerry-Ann Davis

One of the most beautiful videos I've seen in a while

--SELAH

Tuesday November 15th

Music can no longer match the feelings that are stirring within me

They’re too incorrect and too insufficient

My story is suddenly not synonymous with the everyday truths and lies

And it’s okay

I feel okay

My story wraps itself around me and its amazingly always warm there

Its cloth is impenetrable

These sheets make me whole

Copyright ©2011

 

--Love and Freedom

--Mandy

November 14th 2011

Hearts break easily with pain

But they also mend easily with light and love.

Sometimes it’s not okay to not be okay.

So when you notice the light, be sure to walk towards it and not away from it

Eyes adjusting,

Always remember that it’s okay to walk into love

Copyright ©2011

 

--Love and Freedom

--Mandy

Off To New Flower Pots Where The Skies Don't Always Have To Be Blue

Rooted into this flower pot of our friendship

Your soil is killing me slowly

Sucking the heart out of me

The leaves that once embellished us are dry, brittle and are becoming nothing but ashes

You stole the water that once kept us alive and gave it to other flowers

So now, we’re dying

Dying, not separately but together

And I believe that I can’t stay here

And I know that you’re not going anywhere

And this is one flower pot that I don’t mind leaving or losing

So I’m off to flower pots where the flowers are beautiful beyond compare and the leaves are still bright green with life

And the pots are so wide, it’s easy to mistake them for the earth.

Where rain pours and pours and pours keeping the roots rooted and happy

I’m off to a place where all they know, is how to dance in the rain

Copyright ©2011

[I'm going to challenge myself to write and post a poem EVERYDAY until the end of the month (and even maybe until the end of the year,we'll see) the poems will all be in shades of green (i THINK)]

--Love and Freedom

--K.Davis