Tumblr? Twitter?

So you guys i am breaking out of my shell and so far i am loving it. One way i am doing this is by involving myself in more social networks. Yes, this is something new for me!
I have a tumblr now! I made that today and i am excited!! Maybe a little bit too much but i can not help it!
I have also made a twitter. I made that a couple weeks ago and i am so into it. I do not have many followers (lol) but that is okay.

So, if any of you have a tumblr or a twitter please leave a comment below so i can follow you or follow me on twitter @MISkRandi and on tumblr @themindofaralien

I want to get to know some of you and expand my friend list. I am open to many things and i want to see what you guys have to say! So hit me up 🙂
~Namaste~

Cursed Hands

That new born love

That I clutched with my hand

Seeped through my fingers

Down the drain. The sun

Shriveled like a raisin

And floated down

Into my hand like

A feather.

That beautiful, golden raisin

That I clutched with my hand

Turned into darkness

And left me with a memory.

The moon broke

Into a silver puzzle

And fell from the sky like

Raining glass.

I was protected by

A shield of naive eyes;

But In reality

I was bleeding the blood of

Those memories.

Now I have nothing

Except for…

Death and darkness

~You Are, We Were~

                                   

Your name
Is like…
The bass to my jazz muse-it
flows up to my spine making
sweet mus-ic with, my mind
is indulging in the residue of
our collaboration, we make
melodies the flow down through
my fingertips and onto your skin,
as we touch our fingers melt
into a puddle of everlasting
intricacy
We are…
The nourishment that
make the fruits bloom
which give the animals
something to eat keeping
the cycle of life flowing
effortlessly like the honey
flowing from my tongue….Hosheria

Your voice
Is like…
Vibrations that float down
to my Africa converting my
garden of Cosmos into a liquid
diamond mine
Just imagine…
your cherry blossom lips
drowning in my treasure
Just imagine
every gasp of breath we take
creates an aroma of vanilla and
caramel-our smell. That drunken
smell that leaves my liver thirsty
for more
Just imagine
my honey-glazed lips caressing
your red apple creating caramelized,
tongue tied ecstasy that leaves
your thighs weak and your mind
high for me
And..
just…
imagine…
a room filled with:
tribal dances, beating drums,
falling roses, electricity, singing
birds, buzzing bees, butter-
flies, mother nature and
her moon queen
You and me
We are…
Babel

Your gaze
Is like…
The glue that rebuilds all of
my broken pieces
So, stare at me as long as
you want until
I
am
flawless. flawlessly yours
I am and you are
the eyes that I look for in the
dark. Our chemistry is the light
that leads me to you. Now open
up and let me under your skin
to show you how much I want,
I want to endure you and your
mind so you can become apart
of me
We are
mental
We are…
lovers
and we are…
the exception to logic

Suffocation

He is closed in by
a projection of memories that haunt,
a collage that is painted with strokes of violence,
a portrait of himself taken by the hands of the weak,
and a looking glass that shows the changes in his eyes.

These walls
are slowly pushing in
with the hands of his victims
that want to torture his mind.
He grips his hair and his changing eyes start

To bleed the blood
that he has taken from innocent people.
His body can not take the evil
coursing through his veins
like too much liquor from a drunken night.

His blood turns
into acid and he starts shaking in freight.
He sees the victims floating
over his head like clouds without day light.
They scratch his skin and they rape his insides.

They take his heart,
thaw it from it’s coldness
and they burned it to ashes
like he burned some of their bodies “for fun”.
They wanted to show him that what he has done

Is wrong.
He pleaded and said that, “She was showing her skin and her body was calling my came.”
He pleaded and said that, “She wanted me but she was playing little head games.”
He pleaded and said that, “He was a little faggot and I needed to show him how to be a man.”
He pleaded and said that, “She was talking to me like I was a little boy and I needed to show her that I am her dad.”

“But once they started crying
and I looked into their eyes
I did what I had to do to stop their pain
but I clicked out and wanted to have fun
so I set their bodies to flames.”

His hallucinations
were the death of him
when in reality he choked
on his own guilt in his sleep.
He was only 22 doing the things that he saw on TV.

Humor and messages!

Disclaimer: I am not in this video. I do not own this video. I found the video on YouTube on the channel “ArielleIsHamming”, you guys should go check her out and subscribe. You should also check out and subscribe to the YouTube channel, “HartBeat”.
This video is not meant to offend anyone, but to show people that we can look at ourselves in positive ways without feeling ashamed of how we look. Whether you are big, skinny, medium we are all human. It doesn’t matter and it shouldn’t matter because your size doesn’t affect who you are in the inside. We are all beautiful, men/boys and women/girls, on the inside and that reflects our beauty on the outside. No one should belittle you because of your weight and i guess this is why it is such a touchy subject-judging. We are more than this! “The body is not an apology”.
Have a lovely day guys,

Sleep Deprivation

My eyes have become weary
trying to fight myself to sleep.
Vietnam in my head
makes it hard to imagine pure, innocent, floating sheep.
My eyes have become shattered glass
so that my nightmares will not have my soul to keep.
The dream catchers are falling off of the wall
because my dreams are charging darts.
My body is becoming dreary
perspiring salty oceans that color my skin.
I wake up abruptly
not knowing what time it is or the body I am in.
I lay myself down
and stare into the void of darkness while my mind spins.
Apnea haunt my lungs
which mean I am sleeping, but it does not feel like it.
My balanced flow
is being restrained by the massive heaps of my sins
that are made of dead cosmos and majestic spider webs.
I need sleep,

A woman’s Scorn

My hips sway
side to side
like a pendulum on
a Grandfather Clock
that decorates
an antique living room
keeping the beat of
the soulful jazz
that flows between my legs
I am woman.

When I lie
down at night
my body transforms into
the Nile River of Anguish
Carrying along a
raft of my ancestors
trying to escape
the numbers
escape the eyes
that forcefully penetrate
so that my Africa
can peacefully let
my Nile River
flow into an
open sea of
blood that links
every woman
in the universe
to a lineage that connects
us to the history
of dark days
when there was
one entity but two
beings
We are women, strong and endlessly changing

I was taught
to disguise
my face, smile,
cook, clean, dress
(in heels)
for “my man”
while my body is
undergoing
changes with the
phases of the
moon. My Pandora’s Box
is filled
with luminous
Rubies
Oops, I was taught
to keep that a
secret
in fear that
“my man”
will not recognize
them as treasure
because they
are not diamonds
or pearls
in fear that
I will not be strong
enough
I am woman, strong and endlessly changing

My mood
changes like the
seasons
in one day. My
stomach swells up
bigger than
a blimp
yet, I smile

We, women,
can wear a
tie, button down shirt,
blazer, slacks,
heels, while
our stomachs are
bloated, while
our mood changes
with the phases
of the moon,
while our
soulful jazz Rubies
are flowing from
our Africa
and while our smile
is dangerously
imprinted on
our disguises
We are women, strong and endlessly changing

June 26, 2013

Today is a day that goes down in history. Today is a day where equality is given it’s true definition instead of given to a certain group of people. Equality is equality and it should not ostracize anyone because of their ethnicity, orientation, view points, age, demeanor, and what they stand for. Equality should not be defined by a “law” that discriminates but by the purpose of unifying our country, our families, our friendships, and our energies with nature and our God(s)- love. We are not just individuals, we are a connection to each other and no one should be told that they are not apart of it because they like the same sex, because they do not agree with what you stand for, or because they are “different” from what you see. We were not born the same but yet we teach our children and we teach each other to act and look like one another and that is defying YOUR science and defying our creation.

Today, DOMA and Proposition 8 were declared unconstitutional! AMAZING(singy voice), yes i know! I have so much hope now! I can marry the love of my life without someone throwing discrimination and hatred(sorry, i mean laws) in my face! No one can tell me that i can not be with the woman i love, no one can tell me that i can not celebrate our love and say “I do”, no one can tell me that i can’t “put a ring on it”. Not anymore. No one can tell me that my dream wedding, a wedding that every little girl dreams and hopes for, can not come true. We are really moving up in the world. Yes, there will be so much controversy but “It gets better”. The LGBTQ community will thrive in happiness and unison!

I finally got the chance to wake up to GOOD NEWS! Normally, i will wake up and hear about a loved one that got killed or a dream that got raped. I could cry!

PRIDE!

So, i have finally went to the Pride Parade today! It was exhilarating and i loved every part of it. Yes, it was shorter than expected but i loved that the queer community got together and had fun! They were so sweet and easy to talk to. Man, got to love New Orleans! I went with my ex, and a couple of friends and enjoyed them as well. 
I have had a lot on my mind lately so ideas have not been coming to me like usual. Have you ever had that feeling where you have so much to say but no one to say it to? That is how i feel, it is weird because i do not even know what i want to say but i can feel it there. I am not at ease like i normal and that is not cool. This feeling is tipping my balance and confusing my harmony. Weird man, because i want to say it to someone special. Not just anyone of my close friends but someone who i guess this pertains to. Idk, i have a lot of thinking to do but i feel like there is not enough time to think. I feel like everything is scattered-like there is no organization, just confusion. I feel like i am losing everything. I feel, lost. I remember i felt like this once but things were worse than they are now. I came from out of the zone and now i feel like i am falling back into it-a black hole. You guys, i am stuck and i do not know what to do. I am trying to live a natural, peaceful life but that does not seem to be going well. Not because of me necessarily but because of the people and things i am surrounded by. I just rambled and this post was supposed to be about my awesome time at Pride. Gosh, i hope everyone is healthy, happy, and harmonizing with mother earth and with our brothers and sisters. 
Blessed Be,

I Can’t Help That I Am This Way !

I tried to drown this life  in a bottle of Jack
And a shot of Vodka.
I even paid for a pack
Of cigarettes hoping that i can blow this disease away with
My last breathe.
I wasted my money
Because i inhaled it back
In, and now my lungs are screaming black women
That slaved over a field to save my heart from being attacked
By the puppet doll Christians
And the homophobic people
That want to say that being queer is a choice but they have not walked our path.
This disease is wired in my brain.
I am doing all i can but i can not get rid of it because it contributes to keeping me sane.
I tried to release these feelings into my poetry
But it made the lines heavy like rocks
And my heart was still heavy like a tomb stone standing in deathly peace.
So i went to the lake to throw these sorrows away as far as i can !
But they floated back to me
Like pieces of the Titanic
That floated in the slumbering sea.
I did not want to go home to the lady that tells me that i am walking sin.
She, they, do not listen to my pleads
It is like they are branding me a murderer
for  a crime i did not commit.
I can not help that i like girls, so do not put tap over my lips. Just please
listen when i tell you that i am still your daughter,
That i am still your friend,
That i am still your sister to love when everything comes to an end!

 

-Don’t judge me.