Mozart’s Beak
January 16, 2019
-ONE MUST GO BEYOND TO BECOME-
Sometimes I stand in one place,
but I am not there
In this place,
you do not know me.
Here, my blood boils between sighing senses and a sewn In gut
Like cats teeth
I gnaw and claw at my weakest strands
Pulling apart the places where I failed to take a stand.
I stand heart swelling between my pores
pushing
this scared crows beak through atmospheric places fighting for MORE!
Ruin and rapture, left to swim amongst the stars I soar.
As my lips peel themselves around
Paradoxical pastries pleasurable and poisonous
It is my insides that hemorrhage rabid & boisterous.
Adom split, I am divided by three
Frozen shelled it’s my soul that screams FREE!
Pouting, swollen in arrogance
It bleeds through my eyes
Where I remain is far from where my soul flies.
And as I sink beneath the graveled earth, devoured
by swallowing mud and loving larva
it’s Mozart’s beak that reminds me of Nirvana
Flapping feathers furrowed then freed above
fluffy mounds of blushed cotton,
Breeze brushing backwards beyond dreams begotten.
Tonight I dream of leaving it all, of basking in the forgotten.
And in that warm, dusk kissed light,
Horizon stretched
My insanity is etched
A thicket of desires beating through pounds of flesh.
Thirsting for resurrection, I stop only to drink from my own reflection.
Still stood, cold framed
Purged
And sweaty
I soar with Mozart, extending myself, creating compositions, rubbed and ready
Violent they’ve become sharpened steal pointed and pinning
Forcing me to go to the beginning.
And in the beginning, “the earth was without form, and void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep.”
My veins weep as my breath, it leaps beyond this eternal sleep.
Sometimes I stand in one place,
but I am not there
In this place,
you do not know me.
But should you look upon my pushed past in present face
There you’ll find, entombed inside gorged lids, my soul, the God of impenetrable space. 
By: Magnolia Lafleur
What is Bliss?
September 14, 2018
What Is Bliss?
But to have ones heart saturated with all the best ingredients.
Chocolate powder, swirled into crystal cubed, brown sugar bumps.
Mixed with chilled white milk and
Stirred inside endless clarity;
Only to be baked into a soft edible fever.
Coated with crying, frothed cream,
just happy to be apart of something.
Half-done, half- raw, half -baked, all-together.
Dreaming of filling in the space of unsealed lips.
If for nothing else, isn’t this why we exist?
Be Beautiful Bold Brilliant Bright
August 7, 2013
Ego does not exist inside the depths or shadows of your heart, so stay the course and follow your own beat, for that is where true living takes place.
Trapped Utopia & Unfettered Wings
January 26, 2013
On the way home, in the midst of his evening bustle
His hand griped at the lament buried inside his hearts muscle
Wilted and torn he took off his blues and remained in the dress for which he was born.
Pondering in the stillness of feeling lost and lovelorn.
Like a gold fish witnessing the sea while concealed in a transparent cage,
He never quite felt he fit in his world.
Always yearning, waiting, transfixed on clock hands, tic tocked and twirled.
Meanwhile, wedged inside his genius was the menacing feeling of a half-filled cup.
For when he was little; he knew he was meant to be big.
So, wishing by the sea & moon, he sat on a nest of twigs
Transient figures, like neon signs burned between the dark sky’s
Reflecting each tear in his dreaming, uneasy eyes.
With tremulous cords and vacuous hands he let go and dove in.
Splashed beneath the film of water, cutting the deep horizons, were two feline eyes with petrified black feathered lashes.
Unable to look away, he felt the warmth of his veins cooled by her pale as corpse hand
In hypnotic awe he studied her lips, shaped with the figure of the crescent moon
And her blythe batting lids, concealing double helix eyes, they compressed and released to the drum of his heart.
Dazed with curiosity, he allowed her lips to expand his chest & surrendered, they swam.
They past childhood sand-castles, faint, white dried roses, tiered Polaroids and running crayons.
Intrigued but perplexed nonetheless, till his eyes set upon Cherub Caliel, crying and withdrawn.
And as he approached extended hand and comfort unfolded, the cherub quickly turned and said,
“Awake ye now and rid thyself of death and dolefulness, that I can feel heavy upon thy heart”
Bewildered he looked for the siren that led him, but fled she had, and stuck he was.
Turned back, and before his eyes, the cherub decomposed into a plume of red & green dust.
Swallowed by smoke, swollen iris and startled heart he screamed, “I want out!”
Treading and manic, he began to run out of air when the siren re-appeared,
She quipped,”You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger my darling.”
He screamed “I need air!”
Appearing to rescue but merely passing by, an octopus flushed in red, said, “So wake up.”
As he began to swim up, panicked, he found his feet tethered to the ground.
The sea became more turbulent and a tiger vehement in speech said, “So wake up!”
As he struggled he suddenly found he was not a captive of the ocean but enslaved inside his own tub.
And a final vision of the Siren appeared whispering, “When you desire happiness as you have just desired air, then you will have it.”
Like an arrow to heart, her words struck him,
And not all too sudden, his muscle embraced silence and thoughts vanished as the bones in his back gallantly began an unraveling procession fixed on rapturous expansion.
Freedom became he, as he floated, tenderly, above the sea,
And the water slowly crept from chin to eyes, releasing him from self-demise.
The next morning as he awoke, he found his back draped in wings and his heart cloaked in red
And from his cage, he did not wonder nor did he wait, he stretched out his limbs & became a man, transcendent and magnate.
Trapped Utopia & Unfettered Wings
By: Magnolia
On the way home, in the midst of his evening bustle,
His hand griped at the lament buried inside his hearts muscle.
Wilted and torn he took off his blues and remained in the dress for which he was born.
Pondering in the stillness of feeling lost and lovelorn,
Like a gold fish witnessing the sea while concealed in a transparent cage,
He never quite felt he fit in his world.
Always yearning, waiting, transfixed on clock hands, tic tocked and twirled.
Meanwhile, wedged inside his genius, was the menacing feeling of a half-filled cup.
For when he was little; he knew he was meant to be big.
So, wishing by the sea & moon, he sat on a nest of twigs.
Transient figures, like neon signs burned between the dark sky’s
Reflecting each tear in his dreaming, uneasy eyes.
So, with tremulous cords and vacuous hands he let go and dove in.
Splashed beneath the film of water, cutting the deep horizons, were two feline eyes with petrified black feathered lashes.
In hypnotic awe he studied her lips, shaped with the figure of the crescent moon
And her blythe batting lids, concealing double helix eyes, they compressed and released to the drum of his heart.
Unable to look away, he felt the warmth of his veins cooled by her pale as corpse hand.
Dazed with curiosity, he allowed her lips to expand his chest & surrendered they swam.
They past childhood sand-castles, faint, white dried roses, tiered Polaroids and running crayons.
Intrigued but perplexed nonetheless, till his eyes set upon Cherub Caliel, crying and withdrawn.
And as he approached extended hand and comfort unfolded, the cherub whispered,
“Awake ye now and rid thyself of death and dolefulness, that I feel heavy upon thy living”
Bewildered he looked for the siren that led him, but fled she had, and stuck he was.
Turned back, and before his eyes, the cherub decomposed into a plume of red & green dust.
Swallowed by smoke, swollen iris and startled heart he screamed, “I want out!”
Treading and manic,l he began to run out of air when the Siren re-appeared,
She quipped,”You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger my darling.”
He screamed “I need air!”
Appearing to rescue but merely passing by, an octopus flushed in red, said, “So wake up.”
As he began to swim up, panicked he found his feet tethered to the ground.
The sea became more turbulent and a tiger vehement with speech said, “So wake up!”
As he struggled he suddenly found he was not a captive of the ocean but enslaved inside his own tub.
And a final vision of the Siren appeared whispering, “When you desire happiness as you have just desired air, then you will have it”.
Like an arrow to heart, her words struck him,
And not all too sudden, his muscle embraced silence and thoughts vanished as the bones in his back gallantly began an unraveling procession fixed on rapturous expansion.
Freedom became he, as he floated, tenderly, above the sea,
And the water slowly crept from chin to eyes, releasing him from self-demise.
The next morning as he awoke, he found his back draped in wings and his heart cloaked in red
And from his cage, he did not wonder nor did he wait, he stretched out his limbs and became a man, transcendent and magnate.
Genius At Work
December 5, 2012
There’s not one person or thing in nature on this planet earth, that is a mistake. We are the bunnies pulled out of hats, we are unfolded magic, unlimited, cosmic beings, capable of creating what we are made of; beauty, love, and magic. Watch this cool video, I know it’s sorta’ long, but I thought it was pretty wowi.
It’s weird, our first initial shape looks like a bean, a very POWERFUL bean!
Top 10 Reminders to Get You Through The Day, Week, Month, pick your poison 😉
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Whatever is going on in your life, whatever you’re doing, dreaming, passionately working towards, reach down, up, sideways, anywhere and
and the odds are, your next fish, is a BIG one! 
So I’m Publically Retching…..So Vhaatt!
December 28, 2011
A New Year is coming, I think a little pre-retching is called for. I’m gonna’ sit while I stand on me box if you don’t mind…
I spent a train ride today trying to hold back tears over how grateful I feel for who I am and where I am now, and for the courage, ability & most importantly the support to, simply put, pursue whatever, which just so happens to be my destiny. But above all, I’m grateful because I know what’s in store for me. I can FEEL it and it’s goosebump and tear inducing, as it is greater than me.
I mainly wrote this to alleviate some pressure and also because I have some friends & family, who like me, are working to manifest this feeling this gift, with honor, dedication, integrity, goodness and solid, honest hard work. Together we have to work every day in believing and acting solely upon the rhythm of a feeling, ignoring our minds fragmented limited perception of “reality,”and “boldy go where no man has gone before.” (Yes I stole a line from Jean Luc Picard..yes from STAR TREK…so vhatt!) It’s going to be a New Year, so lets get inspired, shall we!
So here’s my internal contemplation expounded & painted in letters:
(Inner voice..Ehe eh ehem!)
Man, you better do EVERYTHING YOU CAN and then some to become what you are meant to BECOME, and once you do, let good be not good enough, be GREAT! And then OOOZZE your GREATNESS on to every walk of life you come across and even those you may never meet. And never mind the naysayers including yourself sometimes; they/you are only afraid of greatness. If you want to hear something moving, change the channel and dance to the beat of your own soul. There is no tomorrow, there’s right now and that’s all that exist, RIGHT NOW, DO it Now, FEEL it now, THINK it now, and most importantly BELIEVE it now. Do EVERYTHING YOU CAN TO BELIEVE IN YOU RIGHT NOW. Do not wish for it or hope for it, you don’t have to, IT ALREADY EXISTS INSIDE OF YOU. It is kinetically bustling in you, above you, around you; the world breathes in and out in anticipation for you to soar. This kind of power was not meant to be contained but UNFOLDED, EXPLODED, SCREAMED and TRANSMITTED via SELFLESS INFECTIOUS pathways that leave the world a little or a lot better than it was before you came. Mediocrity is not comfortable; mediocrity is the break that leads to the death of an infinitely expanding soul. Do the best you can and when you feel you can’t, take a breather, a kindergarden drink milk and eat cookies just because breather, and then start again and do the best you can.
I ask to not be taken from this feeling filled place, no matter how painful it may seem at times in my misinterpretation of events, but for the courage to transfix the world with my brilliant, noble, gracious and honorable gifts.
When in doubt DECLARE to yourself & to the world:
It’s done, even bigger & better than I imagined, It’s done. As I believe it, as I picture it, in all its beauty and graceful perfection and splendor, it’s done! I am grateful for the undulating waves that I brave every day, as I become one wave closer to the palpable manifestation of my prodigiousness.
…..and then just take a breath, smile & relax in the grate/gracefulness of KNOWING.
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NOw Raise your glasses…..ok well since it’s not New Years quite yet, maybe just raise the nearest item next to you…yessss a pencil will have to suffice.
To: My bud bud & Professional Athlete Melanie Hardy- It’s DONE….YOU HAVE ALREADY QUALIFIED FOR 2012 IN THE 800 & YOU ARE ONE OF THE TOP RUNNERS IN THE WORLD. You work so hard and deserve the best. Your light shines, you can and will feel it and others are warmed by your glow….oh and um you did it all with a funky too cool for school hairdo. I dear say the mohawk is gonna’ see a comeback after this Summer Olympics. 😉
To: Estrella, your ‘simply marrrveelous darling’ fashion company, BerqclÉ LLC “It’s a household name.” (Forrest Gump …Oh soo wiseeee:) You inspire me. And yes, EVERYTHING you have worked for and then some is a comin’ so brace yeself wee laddie’.
To: My wonderful parents, supportive siblings(cespes-patcat), ENMA (Starpar, Alpalzi- Epitome of Man’ & Nolpolzi -my partner in crime;), my cousin JBaxter (it just doesn’t get any better than you!), Juanee Cilliers(see you on the track at this Summer Olympics:), Jessica Branker(Olympics opening ceremony crazyness Oh and Viva Mexico!:),MacKenzie Hill, Greg Nixon, Mr. Comissiong, past coaches Harley Cooper, Dave Rodda, Wayne(from health to hippie), current coache & track wizard Darrell Smith, musical poet Frank the Bodega Man, close friends, random friends and my London Crew (Stephen Burgoyne…Stepho my love, Lady Fiona, Andre Shiiii ;), Amina, Robin, Sir Simon) and my weekly unplanned “random” encounters with some of the awesome blossom (it rhymes leave it alone haha) people the world has to offer.
And finally…
To: The BELIEVER, DOERS , SUPPORTERS, MOVERS & CORE SHAKERS out there! Here’s to you, here’s to us!
A New Year is a great excuse to begin to do what you ought to be doing!
Retching complete.
Happy (a few days before) NEW YEAR!!!
Inspiration in a Minute
March 24, 2011
GO FORTH!
“Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate, but that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to manifest the glory of God within us. It is not just in some; it is in everyone. And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
–Nelson Mandela, 1994 South African Presidential Inaugural Speech, quoting spiritual leader Marianne Williamson of the Church of Today in Detroit.
