The Great I Am has a way of making people earn
Their badass self-affirmations through blood and sweat
Sista gurl has discovered that embodying
Grand Dame Queen Beast is different
To popping off this affirmation as loud as she can
Hence the reason for her prostration before God right now
She aint gats time for a cute preamble
Or to dilly dally through stubborn resistance
And gurlfriend gon take this here breakthrough
Face down in the sand – arms wide open – before her ocean

This is indeed a new day
Her Irates observe Continue reading

Being that she don’t do anything by halves
It is only natural that Hardliner can be a smidgen obsessive
With stuff that she is into
Like Ponche Caribe crème liqueur – Pistachio
Rafa Nadal and Serena Williams – Tennis at 3 in the am
Come hell or high water

Though you can’t get your lazy but up to pray at 4

She gon ignore their jibe cause she is in the middle
Of her preamble – Continue reading

She prayed this morning
She actually did the 4:00am thang
Well – 4:00am going on 4:25
But that is not the point
The point is gurl friend prayed this here morning
So you would think that she would not be courting
This loose lipped – free and swinging – halo descending
Phunky ass bitch fit – in the precious name of righteous indignation
Never mind knowing that enlightenment
Will soon come for her ass – bringing her that much closer
To coming into her higher self – yah-da yah-da yah-da
But that gon be later – this is now
And sista is fixing to pop a bitch Continue reading

Sometimes a good swift kick up the ass is
All one needs to get their shit together
In Hardliner’s case it breathed life into her game
That was practically dead in the water
For the past month Sista has been lost at sea
Trying not to be pulled under by waves of confusion
Frustration – anger and despair
And sista will admit that she worked that woe is me vybe
Like a trick on a pole
Until the light was being snuffed from her dome
And the paralyzing feeling of being woven into a depressed
And static energy began to lay claim to her
In her panic cries to God about her little situation
She received an infusion of motivation and power
Sista got that proverbial kick up her backside
And was actually thankful for it Continue reading

For the record
Hardliner aint technically what you would call Christian
She may be pimping Christian tendencies
But she aint on the holy-ghost train as yet
Well – full bodied that is

Chile you are so full off it
And what is being Christian – in your world that is?

A dry wind – not anything near subtle – carrying a tang of intrigue
Brushes up against her – bristling the hair on her skin
Dang – those Irates have moved in for the kill already
Just rushing a sista before she can layout her preamble
And Hardliner loves a preamble – because the mood
Has to be just right for her to get into full disclosure mode
One just does not hop onto a shrink’s couch
And gets their blab on without some sort of preamble Continue reading

Green has never been Hardliner’s colour
She is all for azure blue
And as a matter of fact sista has never
Really thought about the colour green
But now – since this thought process just happened upon her
She cannot help but to entertain it
Lips pursed with an eye roll – Hardliner acknowledges
The deep Spiritual flow in this situation
And her lack of will to stop it

“Spiritual enlightenment 101 – for the stubborn and resistant”
The Irates counter – “but go ahead mama” Continue reading

What is it about a vast ocean that shows man just how
Vulnerable and insignificant he truly is – in the grand scheme of life
Hardliner is wrestling with the latest breakthrough to land on her Planet
And let the truth be known – she don’t like it
Cause there is just some shit that should be left alone
Sista stares down the wild body of water swallowing up her horizon
Thinking how breakthroughs are so indiscriminate and what not
And why must everything have an expiry date
Basically – her joyous welcome of this ocean scene has expired
Spirit might as well just take her somewhere else
Give her a waterfall to look at or something
Oh – coming to think of it – lose the water all together
Just get her outta here Continue reading

Well the funk is in the house solid
And aint no kinda funk can rock the soul
Like the James Brown kind
“Baby, baby, baby – baby, baby, baby –
Baby, baby, – I gat the feelin”
C’mon now James
Taking a sista to church – all holy ghost sweating
Manic feet shuffling and whatnot
Hardliner is bidding adieu to the jacked up
Year that was 2014 in the only way she can
A funktified – right down to your bones – celebration
Because she earned that ‘Grand Dame Queen Beast’ title Continue reading

It is deck the halls season
And Hardliner is headless –
Despite all efforts to keep clarity and focus
From hightailing out of her dome
Cause as usual – sista has surpassed her spending limit
What is it about Christmas that makes a person
Commit a drive by on their wallet?
Hardliner tries to find a soft place to land
In her hard up situation by asking herself
Which folk don’t overspend during this time of year?

The disciplined ones – comes the answer

Well she set herself up for that Continue reading

Remember who you are baby
Rennah’s voice cuts through the thick fog
Of chaos in Hardliner’s dome like a beacon light
You can’t afford to lose your head
A headless being is bereft of Governance
To lose your head – is to lose yourself

Gawd – Hardliner groans
Information is coming at her from all angles
Everybody has an agenda
Hardliner’s inner Queen has been donned in warrior garb
Since early in the year Continue reading