PLAYGROUND RULES & PHYSICS by Moriah M. Mylod

Tables turn Moving around and around Seesaw goes up while the other one is down Just so you can push your friend back up again To take the turn The Swing goes Backward to move Forward Then Back & Forth You go up the Slide just to drop back down, again Upward & Downward Your hands in the air while waiting for your feet to touch the ground To become grounded, again Laughing uncontrollably on the Merry-Go-Round as you start to lose grip Grasping onto the bars with all your might Spinning fast Counter-Clockwise Off you go Flying and head … Continue reading PLAYGROUND RULES & PHYSICS by Moriah M. Mylod

DARK MATTERS: NAKED by Moriah M. Mylod

I will not work for Physicality I will work for Experience not Things Things are nice, but useless Because they all end up disappearing In the Wrong Hands The Light that disowns the Evil Places Inside each Vessel Is your obsession based on Love? Who is your Authority? And to acknowledge the Dark is to bring to Light To face Yourself in bareness That was absent of The World before Naked thy enter Naked thy depart Naked thy return  Mixed media by MMM Continue reading DARK MATTERS: NAKED by Moriah M. Mylod

Braving the Days: Permission and Decision by Jordannah Elizabeth

I have been maintaining that the day I turned 30 was the first day of my life. I felt my first 29 years of life were just about me getting my feet wet and learning the systems of my culture, of metaphysical realms, of behaviors and relationships – and age 30 was when I began applying all that I’ve learned in order to morph a life I want to live. My unraveling and deconstruction of forced constructs like judgmentalness, monogamy without commitment, feminine behavioral expectations and racism is just something that is going to have to be worked through with conscious … Continue reading Braving the Days: Permission and Decision by Jordannah Elizabeth

DARK MATTERS: SCHIZOPHRENIA by Moriah M. Mylod

Satan’s in the sole of my left shoe We are having a confetti conversation now The words from your lips are bursting in colors of blue, yellow and red Floating pieces that never hit the ground Zenu is my mother Her ship will be here any minute To drop off money just in time for the birth of my baby Jesus The CIA is onto me, they hear and see everything I do and say Are you listening? WE ARE NOT CONNECTED, WE ARE NOT CONNECTED There is a funeral every evening at the head of my bed… But no … Continue reading DARK MATTERS: SCHIZOPHRENIA by Moriah M. Mylod