sky shore sea by kali tenee (that's ME)

It's been a long time since I've graced this blog with anything other than attempts at breaking the seal on my writer's block. SO...that makes what I'm about to say even MORE scrumptious!

I RELEASED A POETRY BOOK!!! Yes! Kali Tenee aka Kween aka Keys...has written a poetry book and dropped it in the middle of a November day like Beyonce! lol

I'd been working on "sky shore sea" for about a year, in secret...trying to make sure that whatever was placed in this collection of poetic thought, would be something I could be uber proud of...and it is.

I also did the cover (yaaay me) and because it was a self-publishing situation, I had to edit for myself. I don't think I did too badly (even though I caught a couple of oopsies AFTER the fact) LOL

I'd love for you all to check it out. It's available on Amazon and Createspace.  It makes a perfect Christmas gift...well, it makes a perfect ANY time gift :)

I pray that your holidays are lovely and that your New Year is a beautiful ushering into BETTER days.

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Love,

poem #11: it's like that?

so
you are
just going to
keep it this way?
you're okay with the silence?

you...
don't see
how things could've
at one time...changed
had you just said something?

"I"
have to
ALWAYS speak first
the one to change
apologize, clarify and then justify?

I
am sick
to damn death
of folks creating space
and being angry about it later!

Am
I not
worthy of you...
your love and concern?
your loyalty, remorse, compassion or time?

OR
is this
a show of
your own personal guilt
and reticence to claim accountability?

just
make sure
you tell it
the way it happened
including your own part, too...

DON'T
make me
your scapegoat excuse
and label me bad
because I served zero fucks...

...and yea...it's like that...and that's the way it is.


© 2013 Kween Kiwi 

open book

i've been flipped through

used for my content,

poorly kept

and left to be picked up

read...

and dropped by the next

what's my story?

where's the story in my heart?

how do i know

that anyone has ever understood

me front to back?

why has no one considered,

treasuring my leafs

protecting my spine

reading me again?

...why has my story

been only momentarily piquing...

only once explored?

where's the story in my heart

and do my pages

reflect my depth?

does my memoir

bespeak my soul

and speak a piece...

my peace?

i never wanted to be

a library's keep...

openly shelved

and passed over...

i never wanted to be

borrowed and returned...

i wanted to be discovered

and cherished,

my beholder

afraid to share me,

but willing to recount my

imprinted confessions

with far off eyes

sparkling...

remembering the adventures

of my tale

instead,

i've been left

bare to the exposure of air

aging my words

turning my narrative faded

and shriveled

...but my story was in my heart

plainly penned

to be read

to be loved

to be traversed

with open mind and heart

so,

no matter if my cover is compromised

if my title is smudged

if my bind is broken

and the gild is gone

if i'm never read again

and no one ever remembers my voice

...my story was still written

my story is still here.

the day...the truth

the bright of day

nudged

through morning's darkest hour

forcing my lids to part...

blink and focus

bringing the shadows into form,

lit and clear...

once again

i am awake...

too early to rise

too late to fall back to sleep
too in the know

to ever be blind and dumb again

the vision seen

cannot be unseen

forgotten

or spun into gold

...instead,

it is molded

and ornately designed

to be worn as a reminder

...a bauble of testimony

to the day's newness

to the sun's brilliance in truth

to the unveiling of wakefulness

and it's stark forcefulness

through the night's cradling

i felt cozy...

snug against the

night's quilted comfort

an assent

to yawns of indifference

dreams of escapism

the warmth of my bed

made

and then rustled

fraught with thoughts

of fought intuition

...sought answers

come to fruition

yet,

just like a frail child

preferring pretend

to the present...

when the answers

shine through the twinkling of

an evening's notion,

i beg for shade

for sheets to cover

to block truth's rays

praying for more time

just TEN more minutes

to snooze

resenting the day's

encroaching influence

of the illuminated reality,

and it's gleaming immovability...

i want to roll over

go back to sleep,

pretend this light

is a lucid dream of distortion

and be ignorant to the day

for once...

i want to "sleep in"

...and not deal with what

ALWAYS seems to be

a disruption in my rest

the truth of what it is

instead of what i thought...

what i hoped...

what i needed it to be

...that dozing

half-sleep

sweet unconsciousness

that comes before morning...

BEFORE the truth...rises with the sun

...before i'm rudely awakened

ripped from my sleep

by the bright of the day

imagining His image

as i amble along

working my way home

from work

i give my Father's nature...

nods and smiles

and thoughts...

i wonder,

if my movements

mock His...

traversing over

sidewalks of slate...

old,

from weathering

and the weight of the world...

blades of grass

and victorious weeds

peeking through cracks

mountains to the tiny?

hills to climb?

i imagine,

that i am to ants

what He is to me...

and that my feet

create shifts

in the atmosphere's heat...

torrential winds...

drips from condensation

from my carbonated libation

a cloud of rain

for the microscopic terrain?

my steps...seismic?

them holding on for dear life

scrambling for cover

as my left foot hovers...

then i get visions

i picture,

God swirling His finger,

like a teaspoon in a cup

and then think on cyclones

[oz or bust]

wading in His water...

tsunamis...hurricanes?

i feel so small,

but so large, in the same...

can you see Him?

kicked back,

relaxing...gazing on the heavens

propped up on His elbows...

did He just make...

craters?

His being's impression

a succession of valleys?

a spilled drink

a river...rapidly streaming?

all the way home...

i gander downward

measuring my steps

casted over "my domain"

and again...

i wonder

and as i become aware,

i suddenly begin to care

and step cautiously

over delicate dusty mounds

low grass where butterflies abound

what looks like clovers

to you and me...

seem like stretches

of forests with tropical trees...

and i nod

and smile

remember my place

as i take

each

gingerly

step

home

with God's grace

i pray

that His stroll across the skies

are as merciful on you and i

and that each motion

of His hand,

is casting favorable weather

onto our land

so...

as i amble along

i praise Him

with my love of

every surrounding thing

i proceed like lives depend on me...

and imagine

the "little ones"

are thanking the Him in me

as i...

imagine His image

{every time i walk home...i think this. i go from watching the ground to watching the sky. i'm so aware of His presence wherever i am...wherever i walk...and i try to remain aware and considerate of everything around me. i can't imagine walking obliviously along without thought to my Maker. it's unthinkable. this poem is part ode, poem, and random thought. i finally obeyed Him and wrote this.}

God bless you...

i want

i want someone

with a backbone

made of a boomerang

that says, "made for kali"

that way...

wherever he goes...

he'll always return to the manufacturer

i want someone who will say,

"if i'm gonna be a fool...

...i wanna be YOUR fool"

unafraid of razing through walls

facades

and shields of perceived perfection

meant to deflect displays of affection

i want someone who

doesn't count every thing we go through

as the last thing we'll experience together...

i want someone who won't count my words against me

deficits of disagreement

the truth that hurts

and the feelings that need validation

that i'll never be

"one comment away"

from the end of us

saying that thing

and it's echo living beyond the love we have

turning into finite silence

i want someone who if he walks away

the spiritual tether between us

will bring him RIGHT back

i want someone whose fear of what it LOOKS like

never overwhelms  the truth of what it IS...

man enough for the woman i am

and boy enough to stay innocent with me

i want someone who...

even though he has met women

with more this

or less that

they never compare...

i am the voice his soul heeds

and the kiss his body needs

i want someone...

who wants me...

so much...

that when he's even thinking of leaving...

his mind denies him the vision of him without me

i want someone that...

even after falling for the best of me...

he falls even harder for the worst of me

don't you want someone,

whose essential self...ALONE

has the power to will you to betterment?

someone whose love,

heals you

makes your weaknesses blend

with the strengths

and gives your smiles longevity?

someone who knows exactly what you are...

and isn't trying to augment you

into what you aren't?

i want someone

who wants me, too...

not the me they've imagined

or the me they've settled for

i want someone...who knows

that we'll always be a work in progress

and that no one has the power to dismember

what we've built intently...

what do YOU want?

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i am

I am deep
I am shallow
I am blissfully merry
I am melancholy blue
I am an example
I am a hypocrite
I am a liar
I am a champion for truth...


I am smart
and dense
silly
then intense
growing
and regressing
easy-going
and oppressing
I am creative
and lacking ideas
gung ho
and unmotivated to tears
I am insightful
and introspective
I can be blinded
and fearful of reflection
I am doubtful
and assured
I am as lively
as I am bored...


I am someone...
and no one at all
a dot in this universe
infinitesimally small
I am meek
and queenly
I reign
and get rained on
I am the master
and the pawn


Weaknesses
Strengths
Accents
Demerits
I am all of these things...
learning and teaching daily
never to be defined by anything
but the love I embody from Him...


I am someone and no one
Loved and Hated
Blamed and Absolved
I accept who I am
and reject what I'm not
what is immovable
unchangeable
nonnegotiable
is that...I am alive.