Korotha Kofe

"HER NAME WAS DEMISE"
©️ September 2020
Written by Korotha Kofe
Illustrated by Wakeel Falana

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I had an intimate relationship with Demise. I should've seen her coming. She looked me in the eyes and told me she loved me, but all the while, she knew I would give her whatever she desired. My demise was her triumph and she couldn't seem to understand why. How unaware must she have been to not know that she was sucking me dry? Or maybe she did.

Disassociation came easily to her, and she was highly trained in the fine art of manipulation. She was bred to be a trophy; to sit on a shelf, look shiny, and never actually contribute much to achieve the glory that should've been revealed in us. What she had to offer was meager, which left me little fuel to keep the motor running. And so... it was inevitable that after our matrimony, Demise became my only foreseeable future. Eventually, no more fuel, no more direction, even the tires went flat.

I realize now, that is why I got in and stayed in the passenger's seat for so long... because bitterness took the wheel and I didn't even know it. I was drunk with the wine of resentment and could no longer see or feel love; a thing that I have always felt I knew more intimately than anything in the world. But my naivety and ignorance made me arrogant. What a paradox. There was still much to learn about love that I had not yet comprehended. Namely, how to love myself more fully. Love does not neglect. And because it does not neglect, it's impossible for self-maintenance to go undone.

Even in my darkest hours, Demise haunted me when she should've been lifting me up. When I was running out of gas, she encouraged me to push forward while driving on fumes. Maybe it was easier for her to keep going because she was never fueled by love in the first place. I can speculate, but I don't truly know. Either way, even after all of the pain, I am grateful for her. The dark mother in her taught me many of my most precious lessons.

What I know now is that when it is real and equal between two, there are no mountains that cannot be crossed. There is no refusal. There is selflessness... selflessness that is ironically built on "selfishness." Love for another that is built upon love for self because you innerstand what it means to love and be loved, and you know that the other whom you're loving is a reflection of self.

Demise led me all the way to Triumph... a beauty I did not believe or know that I deserved.

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"YOU BROUGHT THE COLORS"
©️ May 2020
Written by Korotha Kofe
Illustrated by Wakeel Falana

You brought the colors back.

I'm still crying these same tears. Sitting here writing you a song and I can't help it. I couldn't sleep because what you have put in me must be expressed. It must be done with the same fine detail that you carry with you at all times.

I can see it in your eyes. Yes. Your eyes are an absolute gift to me because they hold your most precious treasures. Projecting the most vibrant colors into your atmosphere. An atmosphere that you've chosen to share... with me.

It is not a light thing, baby. Not at all. It is truly everything to me. Your colors. I see them all around you but I know they are a reflection of what's within you. I wished those who were supposed to love you could see them. But now I see that it is an opportunity for me to enjoy you and your colors even more deeply than anyone ever has.

Color my world with the paintbrush of your tongue. Speak living words into my ears and through sound, help me see. Show me your exquisite likings and through sight, help me taste. Touch my heart with every texture of love and through feeling, help me hear.

It doesn't get any better than this. It's impossible. You are a work of art that I will never stop admiring.

Fond memories of The Belmont and your face.

You brought the colors back, baby. And in my eyes I can see them every time I think of you.

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It is amazing... not only that it was by words that all division and separation among the human species was caused, but that it is also by words that humanity is united and made aware of our particular oneness, both among our species and among all Life itself.

Words are simply the medium, the carriers of a more potent construction or deconstruction of form. Words are the ravens carrying notification of intent from kingdom to kingdom. Choose them wisely. Utter them with sure comprehension and understanding.

The writing I'm doing right now is some of the most vulnerable writing I've done in my entire life. Goodness. I just need to get it off my chest. I just want to be free and express freedom to those who read my words.

I know that I'm here to set people free the way I'm being set free... to awaken people the way I'm also being awakened... simply by bathing in the love of God/Goddess every day and writing about it.

I removed all the dividers within me and now I can just love people the way I have always wanted to. In a way that is purely divine. I want to dive deeper in Love. I want to BE deeper in Love.

I AM LOVE DIVINE.

Walk... as the vision of you walks.
Be... as the vision of you is.

That version of you that you see in your mind's eye when you are walking in the full glory of your divinity?

That is who you are NOW...
.. except with the work undone.