HOME

Home is where the waves crash yonder. 
Where my heart sings a staircase away. 
Where my spirit is lifted. 
Where me and my seed is sown
Home is where my mood is airy. 
Where you always respond when I call 
Where little feet scurry and harmless mischief chuckles. 
Home is us.

THE BLACK LIGHT, THE BLACK TRUTH.

He was a man.
Yes he was alright

His step was one
Strong.
His skin shone, dark as gold in the heat of the sun.
His hands swung when he walked
Ripped, raw, gentle.
His hair was fine as wool. Woven in divinity.
Brought forth by a womb dark as the tents of kadar.
His voice was like the wind
Infinitely mystical
Unstopably blowing
So dark he couldn't be picked out of a crowd of normal people. (His people).

His image was captured before yesterday , captured yesterday and treated as dirt on the foreign land , forced to sing in a strange land ~by the rivers of Babylon...

For lack of knowledge my people perish. Stop lying to me
I know my history.

Free today but still insulted
Held in contempt
Despised
Shrouded
But freed in thought

Wanted at birth ,
I was safely hidden among my like(not in a land where I would stand out)
Among my like! to escape the wicked hand of the enemy.

Safe , safe in a land where all babies looked just like me.
With feet like brass burnt in a furnace ...

I seek to free my people
From a warped knowledge steeped deep in ages of prejudice.
Perpetrated to promote the subjugation of my people.

Seek knowledge
Be freed in thought.



Edith Faalong. 2012

Happy Women's day

I am the light that lights, 
The last born of creation , the wand of perfection,
The last essential drop. 

Created last but first to create 
I am not man. No, I am a step further. 
I am Stronger than him , prouder, taller. 
Formed from the bone and breathe of man ,
I came to perfect. 

I am male with a fetus ~female

I am woman!

Happy international women's day to all women.

Edith Faalong. 8th March 2012

Back in time

Sitting here,
Cuddling my fourth, fifth? deep red glass of wine
Nursing fragments of my raw emotion
Trying hard to transport myself to a now distant time
To the honey-dipped moments gone
When I smiled and felt you against it,
When my every stretch run into you,
When the end of my giggle was the kiss of your palm.

Trying to roll back this thick wave
to the shore line where our crazy feet hit the welcoming grit of sand
Seize your hand again
Back
back
Back in time to when the rain found my cheeks puffed with laughter,
When I stepped light in your direction,
Falling delightfully to be caught,
Just once, give me a little time back.
All I want to do is hear you snore in my hair
Just once:
So I can figure why we woke from the dream.