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Awaiting Ascension Juxtapositions

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Are we living breathing time capsules waiting to be opened by future generations.

Alive. Merely existing.

Unquiet extreme desperation for something more but we don’t know what that more is. Blend in. Blend in. Like a Chameleon. Validation mode on.

Fire Salamanders emerge from still hot ashes and charcoal bits whence Paul dipped his hand yet brought back his hand unscathed by neither flames nor poisons.

Creator demands that we be broken down into our Essential Elements.Are we really primordial primates amphibian reptiles species awaiting Rebirth into the next level of Evolution? Sentient beings searching for our next form.

Next pattern. Next Dimensions, Galaxies and Multiple Universes.We 20th Century born sat at the feet of our Elders absorbing our family oral traditions. Treasured Griots sharing knowledge, wisdom and understanding.

But how will our 22nd Century descendants interpret the Throwing of our old bones.Facebook, Twitter, Instagram. Long abandoned Blogs filled with dusty forgotten posts on desiccated lives. Forever seeking release from a wireless tangled Matrix.

Will we stand the test of time?Or will Haramattan Sirocco winds blown from Pyramids and Sphinx wipe our Talking Heads from the Akashic Records.

Homage to Eden

My Goddesses and Saints are Among Us

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Abstract Art, Abstract Expressionism, Acrylic Paints, Brooklyn, Brownsville, Brownsville, Brooklyn, New York, Brownsville/Bed-Stuy ~ Brooklyn, DeBorah Ann Palmer, Eva Gordon Palmer, Family Photo Collage, Harlem, Mable Elizabeth Palmer, Mixed Media Photo Collage, Mixed Media Picture/Photo Collage, Photography, pictures1 Comment

My Goddesses and Saints are Among Us

New Acrylic painting and Mixed Media Photo Picture Collage by DeBorah Ann Palmer, titled My Goddesses and Saints are Among Us

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Exotic Cutz

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Africa, Afro, Courage and Bravery in the Kingdom of Wakanda, Exotic Cutz, Jesus, Uncategorized, Wakanda Warrior Woman3 Comments

 

 

Exotic Cutz Barber Shop

My haircut by Kemmie

 

 

 

My New Look ~~ Wakanda Warrior Woman

 

Here are photos of my new look and my artwork! Happy Dance!

 

 

Well Folks I’ve decided to embrace my gray/grey hair and the aging process. Yes I cut off all my hair very short something like the Warrior Women of Wakanda. My hair has undergone the changes of menopause, aging, stress, illness and disability resulting in thinning and hair loss. Those women over 50 understand what I’m talking about. If you are not yet 50 don’t worry age will catch up to you.

BTW, No I am not going to discuss my chronic illness and disabilities. That includes my vision loss. It is what it is. One does not have to look sick to be sick.
I do not want people’s pity so I will not entertain questions about my health. I find those questions and comments annoying and upsetting therefore they will be deleted. 
Once you have a disability there are some days you might feel better but there is No get better.  Being that I’ve been dealing with health issues for over ten years I’ve accepted, adapted and for the most part moved on.  I will Not allow this blog to become a disease of the month club.
My Relationship with God is #1, Then My Brother Stephen, after that my creativity as expressed through my writing, photography (Please check out my blog, Roaming Urban Gypsy) and my artwork.

A Warrior Woman showcases her strengths not her weakness!

Instead I’m focusing on what I can still do. My abilities. Not my disabilities. Mostly my photography and Mixed Media Picture/Photo Collage skills.  I’m moving forward with my skills, talents, gifts and abilities.  Thinking Positive from now on Not negative!

Wakanda Forever!!

Wakanda Warrior Woman Pose

 

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Patina | The Daily Post

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Afro, Maya Angelou, Patina | The Daily Post, Phenomenal Woman, Rag’n’Bone Man, Uncategorized6 Comments

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Patina | The Daily Post

 

I live in a country that despises and loathes the Patina of my skin color. In America where I’m judged by stereotypes and the majority has attempted to push me into a box. A box that I broke free from years ago. I refuse to be contained.

Your racism is your problem. Your deficit. Your jealousy barely contained. Your false sense of superiority and internal class war.

I celebrate my African heritage. My Afro hair. My full lips and My Dark Skin.  The Patina that God Blessed me with. I am The African Goddess. Sepia tones Reign Supreme.

 

 

Phenomenal Woman

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms,
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them,
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing,
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need for my care.
’Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Maya Angelou, “Phenomenal Woman” from And Still I Rise. 

 

 

 

 

 

Ancestral In–Habitations

On By dancingpalmtreesIn Ancestral In--Habitations, John Coltrane, Let me take you on a Phonetic Poetic Photo journey via pictures and Verse, Mystical Majical Poetry Goddess, pictures, Pictures and Poetry, Poetry Prose Photography, Random Snaps, Snapshots, Thelonious Monk, Uncategorized3 Comments

 

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DAILY PROMPT

Inhabit

 

Let me take you on a Phonetic Poetic Photo journey via pictures and Verse.

 

Black is not something I do. It is who I am.

It is the place I inhabit and that which inhabits me.

Black is the space where ancestral spirits find place within my soul. The music of Africa inhabits my every thought and deed. From Be-bop to Hip-Hop it’s all there never displaced.

Calling me Journey. Sojourning for Truth.  Ain’t I am Woman Goddess strong, fierce and proud.

Calling me Traveler for I have inhabited many shores. I strode forth without ever leaving my home.

Home is the place that inhabits me. Every cut corner ragged edge begs to be filled. Silence inhabits uncharted symphonies of mindless cacophonies. Symphonic Blasts inhabit the Universe.

Museum paintings and sculptures inhabit three planes: Past, Present and Future. Transformation begins via viewers lending voices to long forgotten pasts.

Silent Interiors speak Volumes but only the selected of the masses can hear its voice.

The butterfly leaps from Chrysalis thrust into Arboreal fields.

Street Urban Art Inhabits dreary dry brutalist streetscapes revamping the atmosphere paying Silent Verbal Homage to fallen heroes kept from whited sepulchral one-sided gallery spaces.

The past inhabits the future while dullards look askance on those not like them. The past inhabits the present whilst clinging to a more hopeful future.

Past and current inhabitants on a collision course with destiny. Destiny inhabits the storm. In tune with Eternal beings.

The Great Soul inhabits All Souls at birth yet flees from the wicked. Let Grace Abound.

Yes We Inhabit a strange land mystically inhabiting three spheres. Counterclockwise orbits inhabiting galaxies.

A Love Supreme in Search of Me