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

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)

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~

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)