25 Ways I Sip My Tea

 

 

Now that I'm awake,

there's more than one way to take

A sip of my tea

 

I heard them ask me,

How to beat sad stories that

I share globally

 

I turn and face them,

the problems my soul can see,

to find solutions

 

There are some humans

that spend each waking moment

Stealing dignity,

 

Generosity

guides my spirit into joy

Hope comes back ten-fold

 

In digital skies,

I find amazing creatures

With passions as I

 

Rounding the bases,

Focused on inner travels

Journeys of the mind

 

Transitions are tough

Riding the rocking chair

Trying to get there

 

Where solutions are

Feeling like a part of me

Out where we gather,

 

It has to matter

if we simulate ourselves

Genetic copies

 

Whether or not I

fail or succeed with answers

I can learn from them,

 

Clean up my own mess

Even as I'm moving on

Leaving parts of me,

 

(Tune in and see)

 

This is how I grow,

I remember to love me

As my Grindaddy did

 

I simply let go

Turn towards the problems while I

Trade that shade for tea,

 

What was of darkness,

Depression, greed and envy,

I fight to be free

 

To have an impact,

To keep on moving forward,

To know where to lean,

 

Shade is always there,

And love is always a verb

I'm blessed to receive

 

I'm not alone, just

Flanked on all sides by angels

Blocking shade that lies 

 

Behind demon eyes

That fail to connect to what

What they feel inside

 

Only snap judgments

and inferiority

Damaging the worst,

 

Clogging the bases

Wanting second stuck on first,

Causing worlds of thirst

 

(Lord help me be strong)

 

In adversity

Darkness reveals the brightest

But does not make it,

 

This Light you can see,

Any good without is just

The God within me

 

Move out of my way

Or come on in toward problems

That our souls can see

 

Where when life throws shade -

I just keep the faith and take

A sip of my tea

 

 

© Arkay Evans 2016

 

Arkay Evans ~ The God in Me Project: The River Runs Deep

Arkay Evans ~ The God in Me Project: The River Runs Deep

The River Runs Deep

 

Check out the spoken word version here: 

 

https://soundcloud.com/arkay-evans/the-river-runs-deep-by-arkayevans-feat-global-communication-the-groove

(The Power of a Praying Woman)

 

Between you and me,
there are rivers running in my sleep
And heaven's waters flowing
down to streets where I have been and gone,
the lowest point to carry on,
where rock bottom
nurtures growth,
and troops evolved, twenty strong,
driving monsters, forty long,
praying tall against a demon,
laughing at the false retreat,
as the rivers teach to run deeper,
and waters flow to feed her,
givin birth to a universe
in waves rushin to the sea,
Sculping curves, and coming forth as
A woman, heaven's masterpiece,
a creature whose soul is so ancient
only God truly appreciates it,
Yes, these rivers do run deep!
As she thrives
above the dangers of murk,
She dreams
In a city that never sleeps,
She grows among a people rejecting her,
and claims this peace as hers to keep,
Wrapping her arms of gladness,
lifting up the art of blackness
to be seen from outer space,
And these rivers flow,
cleansing dirty rainblows, and spilling us with heaven's grace
so love has depth,
a diamond the Divine protects
even deeper, feeding grasses even greener
acknowledging all of God's creatures
that grow to the knowing of her nature,
The connection between you and I,
just starting out to just to get by
like trouble, crouching on the edge of existence,
stretching the truth,
we find our faith in hot pursuit,
hoping high and forward bound
blooming with a pure belief,
above the glass ceiling,
where a praying woman's favor
is found

 

© Arkay Evans 2015
Lyrica, Vocals & Spoken Word by Arkay Evans
Poem & Image Copyrighted

InGasm

 

Love is where he finds me

lost in divinity,

My hands engaged

in this playful creation,

My magnetic brain

calling for a whim,

Thinking it's the day

before the prior one to freedom

My heart feeling

how much I need him...
 

And the next day brings surprises

I wasn't seeking,

A chance to sleep in

like a three day weekend,

And that's when he asks me

Till I smirk,

You already know boo,

It feels too good

to be intimate with this Contentment

Much like the night sky

knows the blush of a blood moon,

You gotta be cool

with letting the chaos

happen around you and

Not To You...
 

So he smiles at me warmly,

Grandma and Grindaddy's girl,

A proud product of the killing floor,

A former friend of the very damaged

and their Absolute Madness,

Little girls lost in rife, fat pathology,
 

Then he kissed me deeply,

Said love is all about me,

A rose petal digging the jet stream

Flying so far from the tree as

A universe of reasons

to rise above the pain and demons

you've focused on,

Pain that's owned you far too long...
 

By heaven's grace,

A creative place moves beyond the

Fraudulent praise,

And as a saint addicted to sin,

I remove myself

I am human

In love with this life

when I love the moment I'm in,

And much like the ocean,

This In-Gasm rolls

when poetry flows

from my soul to my skin

 

*

Poem: In Gasm © Arkay Evans 2015

Why Every Man Is Pro-Choice

 

 

'Jacket or Nah?'
...
Regardless,
and with or without awareness
Every man is pro choice;
He can choose prophylactics,
Rain jackets
Or nah
Either way, it is he
Who has first dibs
on whether there will be
the birth of a child
or a social disease,
And there are equal weights
On she,
For the demands of accountability
Have no bias,
The reality of
these consequences are for
Grown folks only
Every man should know, that
Barring foolish sabotage
or plot manipulation,
His is the first choice
Before penetration,
Jacket or nah,
There should be no confusion,
And then, in the end,
If and when whatever goes
To the next level,
One can trust -
Boys will do
What they wanna do, while
Men do what they must
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© Arkay Evans 2015