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

Hardliner aint gon wait for December 31st to call this year jack
As far as she is concerned 2014 has already rolled over
Pulled the covers over its head – and is practically ready
To get its coma on
But dang it – what a year this has been
Sista has been doing her inner work though
Trying to operate in that space of Doing – her Earth Mothers
Have so often spoken to her about
And 2014 has gone down hardcore on girlfriend
With the shit flyin’ helta-skelta –
Like nonstop – freaking helta-skelta
In occupying this space of Doing – Hardliner has also been
Dealing with marriage drama – family drama
Coming into herself drama – and oh – haterism drama
In fact – it aint even been 48 hours since the latest
Attack on her by a slippery snake of a hater Continue reading

Now Hardliner is a fighter
There is a chip inside sista gurl that becomes
Active once she catches a whiff of something
That brings on discomfort
And right about now – you could say she is in the throes
Of a nasty – bloody – jacked up fight
An “aint no way she can win” type of fight
With her beef being with the Universe – and all
But heyul – she is Hardliner – so she gone fight anyway
The unease is dayum near choking her
With its weight pressing down on her chest
But sista gurl cannot relinquish her resistance
To birthin this mammoth breakthrough Continue reading

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