The birds are out today in all their glory
Their different songs flood Hardliner’s jungle
As she treads her purpose driven path
Sista is bemused by the kaleidoscope of colour
And song coming at her from all angles
How come she has walked this jungle and
Not noticed this beauty – this wonderment
Coming to think of it this here scene carries a
A strong spiritual current – in fact –
Hardliner stops her bemused stroll – taking in a whiff of air
Um humph – spirit is moving alright Continue reading

There is going to come a time baby
When you must stop running

Ms. Nanna’s words reverberate in her mind
They have been courting this overwhelming desire within
To truly abandon her run nigga run philosophy
As the approach to dealing with that little ability of hers
To roll with the type of folk who pass through walls and shit
Umph – she closes her eyes – stopping her jungle stroll
For a moment to centre herself amidst the nasty bout of
Spiritual nausea creating havoc with her equilibrium –
Not to mention her sanity
This – unease – this – this something – something unnatural
Smelling and feeling like a soul changing experience
Has descended on Planet Hardliner
Hitting all her deep places at once Continue reading

Hardliner aint even gon question how
She has come upon this here waterfall scene
On the account that she has been walking
Through her hot – humid jungle
Without meeting a trickle of water
Heyul – it aint worth the mental exertion
She just gon chalk it up to the way that Spirit moves
Sista gazes admiringly at the masterpiece in front her
Its Chrystal clear waters gush with purposeful vigour
The air here is deliciously cool and a peace washes over her Continue reading

An expectant energy hovers above Hardliner’s jungle
Scary veins of lightning electrify her heavens – laden with moisture
Seemingly in the throes of labour
With contractions coming in thunderous peals
Well Hardliner wishes that it would rain
You know – just get this shit over and be done with it
Even if it means her skies being ripped asunder
Cause this unnerving energy is dayum near suffocating her ass Continue reading

Another year bites the dust
Another year to get her shi – eh – stuff together
And Hardliner is past the trying stage
It is transformation or bust!
Aint nothing as urgent as trying to catch up
With time when you realise that it has already
Absconded with decades of your life
Decades of joyful productivity gone –
Not to ever come back – like the hairline of a weave queen
Yeh – she could be soothed by platitudes like
“Everything has its season” and “all in due time”
Oh wait – “better late than never” Continue reading

Looking a person dead in the eye aint ever been her thing
And maybe this is coming from an insecurity standpoint
But being met with a direct stare pulls Hardiner out of her element
She tends to feel all self-conscious and shi- eh stuff
Like all her inadequacies are spread out for public viewing
Good Lawd – the self-awareness is already hitting her dome
With ferocity even before she can roll out her preamble
This breakthrough gon wipe the floor with her ass Continue reading

Faith aint no joke
Persons can walk on water
They can walk through blazing fire
And they can walk through a thriving jungle
Teaming with bugs – creepy crawlies of every kind –
Oh yeah – and venomous snakes!
All through the power of faith
Hardliner is walking through this experience
With blind belief in the authority of God
Cause if she did not believe in his power right now
Umph – don’t go there she tells herself
At the moment – she is being kept company by Sam Cook
Crooning in her dome – “it’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gon’ come…” Continue reading