Mama, When I Get Older
Since the birth of my daughter, an etheric energy of inspiration and passion has in a tango-dance type of way coexisted with crazy sleep deprivation. Nonetheless, I am proud and happy to announce the release of my second poetry collection (under my nom de plume Ba’Khu Olorun).
Twenty-Twenty-Four has been an absolute wild year. It has been a year of fulfilled wishes, dreams coming true, and a true manifestation mode activation. This particular collection began in 2022, and by my method of writing being one of intuitively inspired downloads, I had to simply allow the words to come to me for however long Spirit poured them into my awareness. That is to say that I’m not the type of writer who carves out a specific time of day, every day to write something. It has to flow divinely. And so it did over the past two years, and has resulted in Mama, When I Get Older.
Below is a sample of what one can expect and enjoy from the work:
For my Mother whom I would always tell,
“Mama, when I get older, I’m going to write a whole collection of poems.”
Excerpts from Mama, When I Get Older:
From the poem The Rarest of Women Met My Eye Today:
Enigmatic creature comforts
Undaunted
She peeled back the layers
You carry the scent of a past lifetime
We must have shared
Noble silence and space between us
Filled with numberless words to say
The rarest of women
Met my eye today.
From the poem Stolen Hours
Breathtaking eyes
Becoming wetness
Beautiful skies
Bonded spirits
No escaping it
It calls out to you
Touching
Kissing
Convincing you to stay
It never
Ever
Will
Let you be
The one that got away.
From the poem I Listen For You:
Two Master Elevens
Make a Master Twenty-Two
Of two Geminis
A Virgo
Is produced
Allow her to be gentle
Soft
Compassionate
Hard
Listen to
And look at her closely
She is the face
Of God.