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
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
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.
