Kiki Shakti has been writing poetry since the age of 11. Performing her poetry at open mics at this young age, Kiki rebuked the admonition that she was “too young to have written it.” Her poetry comes in waves and phases; different times of life and different periods of inspiration inform her process. Lyrically gifted and verbose, Kiki’s poetry moves the heart and informs the spirit.
Foresight Forethought Forewarning Old patterns New patterns Tic-tac-toe White shirts Black socks Paper houses Instinct Intuition Karma Destiny Fate Coincidence? Luck? Old games New games Free will Fortune Chance Charm Attraction Chemistry Biology Old formulas New formulas Magnetism Push Pull Wax Wane Deconstruction Paradigm shift Gravity Grief Glass houses Growth Nostalgia Humility Dreams Spirits Gods Eternity Moments Hindsight Forward motion Synchronicity March 24, 2010
A life ended; dried Up in ancient excuses Blessing in a curse -KikiShakti Leaves fall, loyal knights Sun haze cools the heart Once again, life in death -Michael Sayers 2006
Yesterday you saw my face You told me I was a disgrace Now and the when I see you smile I sit and ponder it for a while What kind of line am I supposed to trace? Why do I feel like I’m always on trial? Forget it, forget it the martyr has died gone and ashes, no soul inside From your gnashing white teeth my blood drips beneath You push my whitewashed grace aside And place your sword back in your sheath. January 25, 2003