L💜v34OneAnother O(+>

Prince was touched. 

From the very beginning, a child prodigy who became a musical genius. 

He came from a spirit-filled family and his works are filled with both sexual (the human side) and spiritual (the God side). 

See, we're all God's children. 

I believe that Prince knew his purpose, fulfilled it, and when he was done, he went back home. All u really need to do is listen to the Affirmations on Art Official Age. 

Yes, he knew his time was nearing its end. After the final Atlanta show he tweeted that he had been transformed. Those Piano & A Microphone shows were his last gifts to us. If u noticed, he made sure to play around the world in major cities. 

Prince has always left "clues" in his music. He always stayed the same, just trying to reach the masses with his message of L💜ve4OneAnother.

I believe that God sends people to Earth to share specific information so that humanity can learn compassion and become a united front for love. God is Love. Prince loved God. Now we must L💜v3OneAnother. Peace O(+>

17/30 - The Divine Feminine

17/30

I agree with @Erykah Badu and what she said about young girls wearing longer skirts. About men/boys being naturally attracted to girls/women of child-bearing age.

Not that I need to explain myself or because she needs a cosigner, but there is truth in her light. Let these words take flight and be blessed by the Most High. Peace


See, E.Badu was givin' the youth wise-Universe
Cuz in this society, respect is not givin'

to the divine feminine energy
and her physical beauty

Yes,

naturally we are attracted to the opposite sex

Reproduction is the object of the quest.

Pheromones are released in seasons of rejuvenation

We are at heightened sensitivities

Yet,

in THIS society

The naturalness of sex and attraction has been demonized

Venus Hottentot was made a mockery

because of the shape of her bust and rounded thighs

The Divine Feminine Energy,

once held high,

has been ostracized

Replaced by video vixens and stripper pole hotties
dancing for the pleasure of misogynistic men's eyes

Her natural beauty has been mimicked,

her full lips and shapely eyes

have been appropriated

Leaving her to feel

as if she's no longer celebrated

I tell my young siSt⭐rs and my own daughter, to show some self-respect

See,
She has to DEMAND it, or she'll have nothing left.

It's not that covering up her beauty or her shapely body

will magically make her less likely to be raped or deflect demeaning names common today

She's not a bitch, a hoe or a T.H.O.T.

She's the essence of the Universe

The shining light

Her energy is like the Sirrius st⭐r burning in the darkness

She carries the weight of the world on her shoulders and the future of mankind between her thighs

She's an empress, a Goddess, a princess, a Queen on high.

It's been all too common-place

to make her feel a disgrace

To promote her physicalities for sexual pleasure

To sexualize her be-ing and make her mistrust

To force her to take on the role of the man

Raise his seeds with a single hand

Too many youth today don't have a mom and/or a dad to show them the way

To see a man treat his woman like a queen and pedestal her

To see a woman treat her man like a king, the protector and provider of his domain

No we are not property, this ain't slavery

We are the embodiment of the universe's plan.

To walk this earth hand in hand.

There would be no feminist movement or a need to reclaim our Feminine Pow-her

If we would recognize the real and uphold Nature's promise

Be kind,
take care of
Protect

MOTHER's nature, she holds the power of life and death, her wrath is a force to be reckoned with

Recognize the woman's Divineness

Give respect where is respect is due. The world will be a much better place if we do.

 Peace

"Let righteousness cover the EA🌍RTH"

©Sharbi3 2016

9/30 - Tipping Point

They say, opinions are like azzholes ... everybody's got one

Well, 

Everyone has a heart too

Everyone has the ability to be compassionate

Everyone has a brain, filled with thoughts ... good and bad

Just imagine if everyone used their powers for good

For the good of everyone else

Some would say, that's a very utopic idea.

And then there would be the ones that say, where's the balance if everyone is doing good for everyone else.

Imagine that. Where's the balance in the bad? In judging? In not being a humanitarian? In not being empathetic? Huh

Does your heart feel
Does your heart feel
Does your heart feel ...

heavier or lighter on your scale?

What's the tipping point?

Peace

©Sharbi3 2016

Oh To Be

Oh to be a raindrop on a flower petal.

To be so delicate as to nourish 

yet strong enough to free fall.

Oh to be a star in the heavens.

So far out in the ether 

yet bright enough to shine a light.

Oh to be a heart whose beat goes pitter patter.

To be the pulse that fuels a love hereafter.

©2015 Sharbi3

Yeah ... that.

You ever been with, around or close to someone
Who makes you feel so much?
Amplifies every color?
Makes your skin glow from the slightest touch?
Finishes your sentences
And invades your thoughts?

Yeah, that.

That one who notices every little detail
From how you wear your hair
To the faintness of your perfume smell
How your brow raises in thought
Or when your mood changes
He's right there cheering you on
Arms wide open, hugging you so warm

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much
He laughs at your corny jokes and such
His gaze is so focused, you are afraid he'll see right through you
And when your eyes meet his
He feels the complete you

Yeah.
That.

Too bad, he's the guy across the street, or behind the counter
Or he's taken by another
Or he's just a figment in your dreams
Yet you keep holding on to the feeling
That one day he'll notice you and wake you up

©2015 Sharbi3

dis-jointed dedicated 2 my brothers & siSt⭐rs

“dis-JOINTED”

I’ve been holding this in for awhile now
I think that it's time for us to have a sit down
a face to face a conversation
there are some things that need discussing
first, I miss you
I apologize for not standing up for you
for trying to hold it down on my own
but since you started to neglect yourself
and place blame on everyone else but yourself
I didn't know what to do
but to distance myself from you
now I see that it was wrong of me
to leave you in your time of need
we are made for each other
complimentary colors,
mixtures of different hues
the plight we share
as each generation grows
is the same
but the foundation
has crumbled and is beginning to fade

so I ask that we pitch in
and get to work
it's gonna get messy
and some feelings may get hurt
individually
we have been carrying a great weight
and the longer we allow this burden
to sink us further
I fear that there will be a day
we will not be able to reach each other

so today I ask
that we stop the disrespect
stop running and stand your ground
that we acknowledge each other
and not tear our spirits down
not give into meaningless
degradation
but that we work on
rebuilding this foundation
find the trust for one another again
that we come together
and stand united, brotha to sistah
friend to friend
arm in arm we not surrender
or give into the fears
that have been plaguing
our communities, our psyches
for so many years
let not another stake be wedged
between us
let's defend this
space that we have
between us
by bridging the gap
so tight, and enforcing
this connection
with all our might

so my brotha, my sistah
do you forgive me?
as I have forgiven you ...

© sharbi3 2006

''nimaerD n reveRse

I think too much. 

Get caught up in my thoughts and such. 

Make dreams realities and wet paintings touched. 

Where stars are dark matters burning lights. 

Caught in thoughts 

Where birds take wingless flights 
and fish live in trees. 

Sense isn't made by dollars making change. 

When the sun reverses and becomes the moon, 
tides sucked into the ocean's vacuum. 

I think too much, 

Like dreams are strange. 

When realities are no longer games.

©2015 Sharbi3

All i want 2 HeaR

hectic ramblings
whirling all around
dizzying chaos
abounds

the clock continues to chime
as the seconds steadily
wind down time
expected sunrises
and predictable glowing sunsets

seasons change
fall back
spring ahead
meridians remain the same
lats and lons never change

life and death
and the time in between
how often do you do
the unpredictable things?

take a break from
your everyday
routines

sometimes it's good to hear
three simple words
to make everything
that is shattered in your world
so clear and easier to piece
back together

simpler to hear the joy in
children's laughter
allows your eyes to
capture the clarity
in the midst of the cloudy haze

from the lips of
someone so dear
all i really want
to hear
is . . .
I . . .
Love . . .
you.
sentirme, mi corazón está escuchando

copyright (c) sharbi3 2006

Leap of Faith

Drifting
between
what is right 
what may be
wrong.
Finding
Not fitting
in the niche
where one
belongs.
Listening
to voices
seldom
heard.
Wanting
to be
forewarned
instead of
misunderstood.

How does one know
which choice to make?

Which chance to forsake?

When to await
karma's fate?

Traveling roads
for destinations
unknown.
Wrong turns
made
at the fork.

Decisions,

choices,

destiny

or fate.

Human,
born to make
mistakes.
Lessons
learned,
accept
what's beyond
the gate.

Only locks
left
unturned,
bind
chains
of regret.

Ponder
a short while,
step forward.

Take a leap
of faith.

©2015 Sharbi3

U've Got a Friend in ME

I'll be ur movie date
or ur coffee break.

But my ❤,
it's not urs
2 take.

I say this
in all honesty.

Hoping
that u'll
feel me,
sincerely.

Because
I only wish,
2 b
ur friend.

I'll be like
Chuckie.
Or
Buzz Lightyear.

I'll defend u
until the end
or fly
through the
universe
for you.

Because
that's
what
real friends
do. 😊

©2015 Sharbi3

Flawed Beautiful Creatures

I first heard the song "Flawed Beautiful Creatures" by Stacy Barthe while watching an episode of Love and Hip Hop. The title and the lyrics of the song resonated deeply with me, as I see so many of us, yes US, walking around as flawed, beautiful, creatures. With the height of war and racial tension in the air, fluctuating economics and social media distractions, I wanted to share some of my thoughts.

Beware of the dream killer, beware of the negative hound, beware of the light dimmer, beware of anything or anyone that means you no good. If someone or something is not adding value to your life, remove it or distance yourself from it.

With that being said, I am so glad for all of the perfect, problemless people out there in the world. Those where nothing is wrong and everything is right. Perfect. If there are such people, I mean this sincerely and I wish them all the best. Unfortunately, there are no perfect, problemless people. No, not one. We as individuals, whether rich or poor, whatever race, whatever circumstance, whatever religion, whatever spirituality, we are humans, facing a human existence in a world of unknowns. 

I am a firm believer that everyone has a gift. We are all purpose-filled. Otherwise, we would not be here. We all deserve love just as much as the next person. Some will use their gift(s) for negative thought and/or action, some will use their gift for more positive, moral laden thought or action. Others, may never realize their gift and spend their lives seeking.

Wherever you are, is where you are supposed to be. It is not necessarily permanent. We all have a story. My story may be different from others but our stories are similar. My judgements are moot because I choose to find the good. It is a conscious decision for me to look for the good in others. Since I do not know their circumstance, who am I to judge another? 

There will always be someone, somewhere telling you that you are not worthy. You are!! You're weird. Be weird. You're too this, too that, not enough of this, too much of that, be this, not that, etc. I am so glad that the artistic child with autism wasn't told to just sit down and shut up. Instead they were given a paint brush or crayons or an instrument to hone their gift. What if Mozart, Einstein, Michelangelo, Darwin or so many other famous people throughout the world; who were geniuses were dismissed because of their perceived mental illness, awkwardness, 'crazy talk' or whatever? Just think about how much society as a whole would have missed out had Paulo Coelho never escaped from the mental institution that his parents tried to commit him to as a child, all because he wanted to be a writer? 

We cannot simply be dismissive of people who we may think are wrong because they do not follow your preconceived notions. Or act the way that we think they should act. Or look the way you think they should look. We are humans, living on a planet, suspended in space. Creation is perfect, humans are flawed, yet beautiful creatures.

Everyone's path is not the same. Some follow the path of least resistance, some make their own paths, some make a strategic effort to dodge all of the obstacles, while some others are forced into a path they did not create nor intend to travel. There will be obstacles, there will be naysayers, do not be deterred, give in to your destiny. That voice inside telling you to create the next greatest invention, or give a warm smile to a stranger, pay it forward, protest against injustice, or just be a friend to someone in need, do that. Be that. No one is born inherently evil, hate is learned ... just like love. 

Something profound I heard while taking a class on religious diversity was that God, the Creator, The Most High, Supreme Being, Allah, Jehovah, or whatever you call It or They makes EVERYTHING in pairs. Meaning that there will always be good and evil, man and woman, protons and electrons, etc. It is by choice on whether we choose to live our human existence in a negative or positive manner. Whether we choose to do good and be good. Whether we choose to add value or detract. I implore everyone to take a look at your life, just as I have at mine and make a conscious choice to use your powers for good. Don't be the dream killer. Sure there is a voice of reason, listen to it and use it, if it resonates with you. Do not be afraid to make your own path, sometimes going against the grain may be a lonely and tedious effort but it is your own purpose that is soley yours to fill. There is only one you, you flawed, beautiful creature. 

                             "Flawed Beautiful Creatures"

Sometimes we're insecure, we're fragile
Sometimes we laugh at each other to make ourselves feel better
Sometimes we lie, sometimes we say things
That we really don't mean
But in the moment, seem like the thing to do

[Chorus:]
We're all flawed beautiful people
We're all flawed beautiful creatures
We're all flawed beautiful people
We're all flawed beautiful creatures

Is it a crime if a man kills to protect his own from harm's way
Who will be the judge anyway
What would you have done if the gun was in his hands
Feet were in his shoes
Guess you'll never know what you won't do
Cause in the moment might seem like the thing to do

[Chorus:]We're all flawed beautiful people
We're all flawed beautiful creatures
We're all flawed beautiful people
We're all flawed beautiful creatures

Sometimes we gotta loose it to find it
We gotta loose
Sometimes we win, we live a while then gotta die
Why? Why?

[Chorus:]We're all flawed beautiful people
We're all flawed beautiful creatures
We're all flawed beautiful people
We're all flawed beautiful creatures."

Father's Day 2014

My youth were raised in a single parent household ...

I am a woman, a mother, the nurturer, the gentle touch, the soft spoken voice of reason. Sure, I've been the disciplinarian, the breadwinner, the household repair person, the lawn care provider and many other roles that may have at one time been gender assigned. But one thing I am not, is a man. I will never be a father. I didn't teach my sons to stand up and pee, I couldn't possibly understand what it's like to be a he. I haven't taught them how to shave and I learned to tie a tie by practice. I will not ever be as strong as a man nor will I pretend that I can. Sure, I may wear pants, but with a feminine stance. I am only one half, the X, he provides the Y and determines the sex. It takes us two to create a youth and when the one day comes around a year, I'm going to give him his just due. I'll not take this time to steal his shine. I'll not add a tag to pin to his coat. I'll not take away his masculine energy. I will promote him and acknowledge those men that do. They fill the role that their supposed to. He cares for his seed and teaches them the way.  I give him all his props this and every other Father's Day!!!

Wishing all the fathers and father figures out there taking care of, providing proper guidance to and raising their youth (or taking on the responsibility for another man) a Very Happy Father's Day. Bless⬆

4/30 - Lune

4/30

From NaPoWriMo.net - "Today’s optional prompt is to write a lune. A lune is a sort of English-language variation on the haiku, meant to better render the tone of the Japanese haiku than the standard 5-7-5 format we all learned (and maybe loved) in elementary school. There are a couple of variants on the lune form, but just to keep things simple, let’s try the version developed by Jack Collum. His version of the lune involves a three-line stanza. The first line has three words. The second line has five, and the third line has three. You can write a poem that consists of just one stanza, or link many lune-stanzas together into a unified poem. Happy writing!"

Many black folk
think, we're not worthy of
Greatness, yet are.

Love's splendor is
often languished by one's wanting
Something other than.

©2014 Sharbi3

To the Edge

I went to the edge
At the shoreline
Where the ebbing tide
Met the dry earth
Crouching down
Then leaning forward
I peered over the edge
Careful not to get wet
I teetered on the edge
With just enough lean
I saw it
My reflection
Water mirroring me
My face
On the edge
There I slightly glanced
toward the horizon
I was peering at the edge
Seemingly endless the expanse of water
I could see forever
Then I looked back
And caught my eyes looking at me
In them
I saw forever at the edge
Straightening just enough
To not fall backward
I placed my elbows on my knees
And balanced
There on the edge
I raised my head and balanced
My eyes on the horizon
Like the bubble does on a leveler
Leveling my balance
I didn't waiver
I didn't teeter
Neither forward
So as not to get wet
Nor backward
So as not to fall
I was there on the edge
Of the horizon
The edge of the water
The place where the earth met
The edge of forever
And there
I was balanced

©2013 Sharbi3

WAR: Weapons Aren't Resources

WAR: Weapons Aren't Resources
By Sharmane Iamibe

I know nothing of war
I cannot pretend
to know the sound of bombs
outside my door
Empty streets lined
with bodies and mortar shells
I know nothing
of looking down the barrel of a gun
targeting
a presumed enemy
I cannot see that far
to accomplish the task
of pulling a trigger
Not in my hands
shall the blood of another
stain me
I do not know
the justifications of war
is it for land,
for oil,
for money?
Or
is it to protect
the lessor,
the weaker,
or continue
a reign of power?

Although I know nothing of war,
I am not immune
to it ...