When A King Dances
When a King dances with the ancestors
his movement breaks the atmosphere
He surrenders to something
Outside of himself that many cannot quite understand
When a King dances with the ancestors
He releases trauma he never spoke of
Pain he still feels and addictions that makes him feel free, but he wishes he never had
When a King dances with the ancestors
It’s a wailing in the spirit for guidance in mourning
Kicking his legs
stomping his feet
waving his arms
It lets the enemy know he’s
Strong and mighty and
He won’t be left behind
I love seeing Kings dance
He dances with uncertainty
But groves with precision
like how he lives his life
There’s an innocence in his smile
but there’s miles in his stride
When a king dances with the ancestors
God is alive in his heartbeat
Grandma’s spirit in the grass beneath his feet
There’s no pain
no worry
He leaves it in the sweat that drips tsunamis from his brain as the tears follow
When Kings dance with the ancestors
It leaves him drenched in holy water
Steppin in holy ground
If you ever get a chance to see a King dance with the ancestors
You have been blessed
Your spirit moves with each muscle
Your thoughts captivated by art in movement
His presence is captivating and you can’t stop staring
he dances through trenches
Jail
Court
Brokenness
Heartbreak
Grief
Love
and he vibrates in ancestral wisdom
Turn the bass up and watch a king dance Shoulders start to move
His feet start to groove
His body dancing is ohhhh so soothing
Dance King!
Just keep dancing! Naturaleepoetic aka Francine Pruitt
Painful Painted Leaves
Opening myself to all things beautiful...I find you
Finally I see a sparkling light shining on my royal purple in sky blue, a metaphoric break through.
That dark place I stayed, I convinced self that peace doesn't live here anymore, didn't exist beyond my front door.
You kept my breath so I could breathe far away, reversed a rhythm that we once tried to play.
I almost gave up, like comedian Tracey Morgan, my comedic laughter crashed physically and turned to angry tantrums...storming.
You will battle depression through this pain and just want to lock the door. Throw all your intellectual degrees out the window while literally falling on the floor. Life as we knew it becomes a boring chore.
No more career, just migraines and no distinction between midnight and time zoned mornings. Hoping and praying they one day find a cure.
I almost let this disability, this walker and neck screws define who I am now, coasting along the shore of your mental by telling me, love doesn't love or flatter me anymore.
I would never again paint leaves, hold your hand, see the passion in your eyes, or hear birds dancing on my heart. My brain became this pain but it lied as I just wanted to be left alone to just die, listening to my beautiful moans.
Im stiff but still here receiving your overflow. My body moves, it just moves different though. Fighting to hold on until you guide me toward a new intro.
Pain unbearable like a grim suicidal death, instantly chronic pain bares witness growing slow.
Praying tomorrow It won't ever returns, just leave...burn in a wet storm, but it never goes away. So still I fight with emotions every single day. I know Im worth it not to quit, even when hit at my core, I have a need to spit poetic flaws. Francine Pruitt ( Naturaleepoetic)
Only You
Smizing with dimpled creased
under my eyes, I giggle out of turn.
My heart is completely submerged...covered.
Standing in the company of a crowded room... I see only you.
Intrigued by the way you stand, fully clothed.
The way your intellectual movement commands my mind to memory.
I’m vibing with your soul.
I startled you inside the door-way to your heart, a beautiful stop in love.
You yelled.
I took a deep breath.
We met half way inside eternity.
My wounds dripping tears, your rage disappeared.
We travel in spontaneous moments remembering how to feel~
Chronic Pain
I push people away
In illness
Im to vulnerable
Naked
Stripped of my womany stride
I bend 60 degrees back to earth
I die forward
To chronic pain
I dance naked in Oceans
Digging sand between my toes
I am warrior one
Connected to God instantly
I move in grace
Percussion
Bare able across whale calls
Waves crashing into rock walls
Alone in my feelings
I control the wind
Wrapped in warm
Im covered
pain free
body be living in the now
Dropping off loose ends
self taught
wealth painted in stained glass
She's masked in righteous
Reciting poetic prose on her own heart
Plastered parchment paper on broken parts
How do I find inner peace in physical pain?
Do I lay in this wet grass
and let the dew drench my mane?
How do I not feel this spinal pinned plate?
Do I fight in the spirit
And lie there in wait?
Im tired of this pain in my neck hips and thighs
This shit hurts like five guys
Punching stomping just to hear me cry
I have not mastered this thing taught worldwide
yoga and breathing techniques I do try
In meditation I can literally hear my spine saying just die
Is it the art of knowing this pain will pass
Cocooning in silence
So others won't see my mask
Truthfully speaking Im frustrated and kinda mad
I know surgery was eminent
My bones were crushing hard
Surgeon said it may not work.
But only after they swiped my debit card.
Francine Pruitt-Beard (Naturaleepoetic)