Poem # 3

Saying I love you is never enough

Never enough to express the excess

of emotion I feel for you

The infinite bliss that hits

when I breathe thoughts of you

How the oxygen I breathe when I'm near you

enlivens my body,

awakens my heart
and caresses my soul.

How bold you are to love me!

when I barely love myself.

How courageous you are to hold me!

in such a way like no one else.

How right you are to know me!

mastering the manual of my being.

And how you feel me with a feeling
that blesses all my senses.

And! even how you fill me with with fortune,

a true treasure of my heart.

I love you

But saying I love you is never enough

it doesn't express the excess of emotion I feel for you

it only scratches the surface.

To say 'I appreciate you' is an understatement

To say 'I can't live my life without you' might do best.

I pray for the capacity to express my love for you

in thought, words and deeds

through pure energy, truth and seeds

speaking tongues...

in languages beyond even that capacity

Because...
saying I love you will never be enough

But I say I Love You anyway because it's true

I love you Shantel

I really do.

By: Baja Marie

When Given Space I Dance:

When given space,
I dance
cuz I'm an alien from outer space
no need to give me a beat
I'll just use my heart beat
to move my feet
I imitate the Nile
the breeze
the djembe
history
shit I imitate anything that is not an imitation
but a reflection
of me.
the trees
the sun
the woman
the one (me)
My movement comes from me
to set me free
to set you free
so we
can be
the dream we see
and mold space into the place we want to be...
when given space
I dance...
it's not a choice
but what my heart commands
and everyday I share my heart with you
Cuz I am and only associate with
the TRUTH

Write What No One Reads

Why write what no one reads?
Because what no one reads
I's reads
eyes read
with heart pouring Quali-Teas
eyes reads these teas only
with the jump jive hive
of  honey bees
nectar, raw that is
B.cause I profess nothing processed
only life is my light
joy is my name
but they call me B.
or B.J.
not even I possess the courage and faith to call me by my name

but on the street I'm no one special
no one see the vivacious adjective before the bee
they don't even know how to pronounce the B sound
so they mistake me for Baha and Bayjah
most days I get called by my true name but even then
I hear mispronunciations not from their mouths
but their hearts
Those that don't believe in joy can't pronounce my name the way it was intended
Even I struggle with it but I always have my eyes on the truth
so I write what no one reads
I get off what no one sees (oxygen, drug free right)
I drink only water is clear to me, the energy it bees
And no one sees just exactly what I see
So no one reads what I right
The fact that I don't give a damn
helps me sleep at night.

No Music? youMusic

Me and my friend Angela Batie and her daughter Melayna A. Powell in a freestyle (improv) session fishing for choreography within ourselves.

The music we danced to didn't happen to end up in the video I challenge you to pick your favorite song on your iPod, MP3, CD, Cassette tape, Pandora station, 22tracks jazz station from Paris, etc. See if interconnectedness finds its way between music and movement. Which in this case are completely disconected to the naked eye, the logical mind....right? or wrong? You decide.

Use the scientific method:
Hypothesis
Materials
Procedure
Experiment
Analysis
Conclusion

No I didn't have to google that, they drilled into me! Good old Chicago Public School System! See you actually do use it in real life!

Okay have fun with it! If you hate my dancing that's cool, if it makes you laugh cuz you're a soo much better dancer than I? GREAT! I'm truly happy and proud of you! if you don't understand what the hell is going on then just look away and listen to the song you put on. For the rest that are into it, I need to know what your analysis, conclusion and phone number is! Cuz we probably should be friends if we aren't already! lol I'm acting like everybody reads this blog! Gotta have an imagination to survive this cruel world. Anyways light and love!

~that is all
Bajá Marie

Random Thoughts: The Word Good

So I've been thinking about the people who surround me and the conversations we have. My Co-Workers, My Family, My Friends and the strangers my friendly-ass can't help but speak if they make eye contact with me on the street. And me being more southern than city by nature, I always address people by saying "How you doin'?" And the answer I always get is "Good, Good!".

I ask myself WHAT THE HELL DOES GOOD MEAN? And in my years of study the only answer I can come up with is good is actually an acronym missing two letters. G.O.O.M.D.B. which stands for Get Out Of My Damn Business. Nobody wants to tell you how they're really doing. Society doesn't encourage complainers, loosers, etc. If you have problems you're weak! So we have this expression known as the word GOOD. It's one of those many words where you speak without say a damn thing that's really meaning-FULL. That's why the English language is sooo shallow cuz it's chocked full of em'. But I'm not writing this to criticize, this is more of a celebration of my epiphany and my determination to expand my vocabulary and not use this word in hopes that I may inspire others so that one day we can have meaning-full interactions/dialogues with each other as human beings. Because to me that's one of blessings life gives us: the ability inter-act, inter-change, inter-course. Enter each other and come out the other side more informed, more creative, more imaginative, inspired, hopeful, etc. I have a dream like Martin Luther King Jr. I guess.

I intend to be alive to see it come true. For right now I have to consciously and actively challenge myself everyday to express myself even if I know the person asking doesn't really wanna know my answer. To challenge my fear of rejection, to challenge my fear of making people uncomfortable. Expression is all I have in this life. I have to use my dearest resource but overcoming my lesser self. So I start with good and end up at supercalahfrajahlisticS.P.allahdopescious or some other word not yet transfused by a distant language of the past.

~that is all
Bajá Marie

True-Self, U-Self, New-Self, Blue-Self:

my blue-self
turned new-self
correction:
New is old and I am actually renewed
instead newly reissued.

blue hues subdued
blue now soothes
peace and harmony hues
filtering the trues
from distorted views
the real definition of the blues
healing cues.

I am new
I am you
I am blue.

Arrogant Bastard: The Death of the Old Me

born out of wedlock,
a bastard for a child,
though given the name of joy
she played the opposite part
angry, unhappy, uninspired,
blaming.
Not free.
great actress though,
led everyone else to believe
led everyone else to their free
relatively.
fore they could only truely be free if she
was free.
But blinded by delusion
she took responsibilty for everyone's life but her own
and she ALWAYS,
felt alone.


born in a time of little forgiveness
she made books her only order of business

intelligent,
naturally
             manipulative,
              heredity
creative,
instinctly
                 bright,
                 religiously
truth-full
when necessary
                   good-hearted,
                   purely
honest?
hardly
                  grate-full
                  theoretically
appreciative?
of what?
she'd say: I see nothing but a lack of self-worth, self-love, self-esteem and self-respect
her environment was a relfection of her IN-vironment
she lacked self
so she lacked.

born an arrogant bastard
now transformed
into a heavenly beast,
a leader of peace
at the age of 23
she's ready
to take herself back
to have her self's back
to walk ever forward without looking back
her best friend is
forgiveness
her truth is strength
she is in this to win this
no longer the shit
she is it.
as she has always been
didn't need be born again
that is only a metaphor of her journey

Arrogant?
at her best she was always humble
but til this point she had yet to be her best
Bastard?
this is still a fact
but not a definition.
her parents weren't married when they had her
because they were determined to be married to her
til death do us part
with them in her corner
she could never be lonely
or alone.
she has found home
where it always was
in her heart
grieving the death of her lesser self
good morning
every morning
i look in the mirror and see art.
gazing into eyes of a future leader
her leading role as her true-self is a very important part.

by: bajá marie