This new life I live sick and missing something that never existed a love affair that lived in my head. Will never be in love I feel. Never be the heartbeat of a man like you were for me. i can’t see it happening. Confined to just this but tonight as I close my eyes I remember what it was in my heart. How I clung to the moments that we did have. the times that we did share and my heartbeat changes. I hate that you still have this control over me. Your suppossed to come to see me the man that controlled my pulse. The only man that i ever connected with in any way. But i guess you loved all others. i was never exactly good eough for you. It didn.t break me.. It just made me blieve that love did exist because even today how I have felt for yu makes me believe in what love can be. As i sit here in the bed that keeps me daily in rememrance of the fact that a brain tumor has changed my life the course of my understanding i think of you. It’s ione of those things that you have to just sdmit happen to me. i looved you. you never loved e but the love I felt for you changed me. Your suppossed to come visit in these days.. I wonder if you will make it to me.. see me in all the ugly o feel. Sick not able to live behind the long hair i use to have. Increasingly overweight from the steroids. All my fears wrapped into one situation. At one time you told me that I lived hehind my long curly hair that the person I was seemed consumed in this. As I live through this I think of yu daily the person that I was you knew. I actually did love you the broken man you really were. I guess in the black and white of it you taught me more aabout myself than i ever knew. As I fight this cancer.. I think of you daily.. Not because of the feelings I had for you but because of the care you really did give to me. You looked at me tht day so long ago now and you said omething ws wrong. It was one of the reasons that I went to the doctor… yet you know me.. my intution strong. yet I have missed you, kissed the feeling of liethat you did give me. You were never good for me. Yet youwere weren’t bad for me either. I wait for you because whent he days end love of any kind is a gift ad I am not afraid t admit that my love for you ran deep, it was the only love I feel nI eer truly felt. i did love a woman for many years trying to qwell the issues i had with my mother an I will never take away from that love. It was a love that took a lot of years in my life and the experience was just as real as the one that I felt for you. It lasted longer was never one sided. It shaped alot of the person that I have become but I can’t compare it to the depth of feeling I felt for you. You showed me tht to connect with a person on so many levels is possible. The thing we sared was a deep intricate friendship that lost it’s footing went to far. It still touches parts of me I wished it couldn’t. All the people that have come to visit me, all the people who love me I still wait to see your face. A face I don’t even find that handsome. A man that I wouldn’t even be proud to say that I know. Yet you changed me. In the midst of a lifetime that I am not exactly proud to even say that I know. I am not going to lie you impacted me.. The person that I am today ia majorly do to the time that we spent together. Whether it was perfect or not we connected. We were in thd least the best of friends. The last time we saw each other before my life drastically changed you were the one that noticed that something about me had changed. You loved me in your way in the best way you could, in the best way that someone like you could love me. In the honesty of this moment I should have listened sooner, maybe they would have caught it sooner but thank you to whatever you were to me because not much later I did listen and I am still here fighting. I am still giving faith to my God. Sometimes the things that we do experience is just to make us stronger and you made me stronger. the hurt, the cfonnection, the everything. The things that I did feel let me understand what love did feel like. I did love you. As I rememeber th pain of seeing you love other woman instead of the one that held you down, the one that gave without trepidation, the one who gave heart soul and body, it hurt yet it made me a fighter prepared me for these days here. This is the fight of my life, this is the cause of my existence to make it through this. So I pray, I keep my mind occupied, I try to believe that it is all for a testimony that God has set out in front of me. All the things that I worried about seems to be fading in the illness. It has built me to be a better version of myself. In my illness I see us for what we really were for what we were not and a part of me doesn’t want to see anything more than another past so that I can paint another future. Yet love is something that truly may be missed on a life that I will live so I give my truth regardless of how stupid it makes me look you were the closest thing I got to it other than her and I’m starting to see what you saw when you met her. A woman that didn’t regard me in a way that worthy not of me yet you both were so similar when I look back I see maybe I didn’t love myself the way I should have. Now that I’m here I look to you in a way that I wan’t to be reminded of yhe things you would tell me. Even in the hurt that I felt in loving you, I have to admit that the best love that you did give to me was helping to build this person that is able to wake up every day ad have thea ttitude that will still fight with all she has. I wait for the friend that I do have in you. That is all we were meant to be. I see that now and with that closure in my heart I am able to embrace you. I am able to see the man you truly are. Every woman wants a great love.. I am no different. The truth is I am only this a woman who in her illess is living her greatest fears. I am bigger than I ever was… the only reason I ever did any drug to keep the pounds at ay. God is teaching me the lessons the hard way. I ran from my mother to be here with her daily, lived beyond the vanity of my beautiful long hair to now have one. This is the greatest lesson that I COULD have experienced. See today life is right in my face in a major way. These are things you have told me be the things that we spoke of years ago are here now. I know things of us you never heard or accepted but now I see that you can’t make someone feel or see something that they just don’t so now i just accept you as you are for everything that you are or are not. I had to do it for myself. In the midst of love that is all you can do right. So I will wait for you to arrive as I know you coming to say yur piece to see the woman you told to check that foot out……
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It’s not like it’s an untold story that most loves stories don’t end like the movies. Perfect and simple, pretty untold litle memories where it just happens to be we end up happy. Wouldn’t you rather it messy and ready to just read like manic moments of insanity and then then the parts where arms are held around me, my beat pulsating into rhythmns. I am in love, and in love knows no time. Arrives at your door messy and unshaven but ready. When possible isn’t that moment at the end with the perfect song playing, and we are in love. That wouldn’t be any fun. No story to tell there to neat.. I rather it the other way where I just touch you and I am musty in the sweat of our angst. The dirty angst of what we didn’t do, what we didn’t say. . We kept being wrong, touching where we shouldn’t, laying where we can’t get up to find ourselves in reality. Our reality is lost to this moment. You have come to this place with love in your movement but not in your words and why… I want to ask but answers are spoken in heart rhythmns as I have said. Our language is not of the ears of others. I want to be angry but all I can be.. is who God wants me to be, this woman in this place with situation at this time, with these words to hushed and whispered and screamed and penetrated and………..
Sleep finally shuts my eyes, the dreamy sensation of life touches my eyes, when I wake the night deep in daily secret memorizing movement. I am deep in thought. A smile sweet on my lips. Pandora beating through headphones song after song our songs. Each a memory of the days we spent talking, days we spent learning each other, even hurtful moments that lead us to this, not speaking, not thinking of each other yet I still smile. Have spoken to your origin to your gift to the world but not you. The man who I dream if no longer you, now my mind fictionalized version of the type cb of lover I want to experience. He has a face a name casually drained from a desire of you, yet his qualities all a designed of all what you were to my life. How you ignited so much in my heart. So much in my mind. The love we share is thriving. We didn’t survive it in the form of relationships but we were up rooted from the thoughts of extinction. The dirt you say I pit on you is the lifetime we will end. I know you think of me, even now when I desperately want the phone to ring and it doesn’t. Even when I learn the effects of the illness that you looked on in the beginning telling me my limp was wrong, watching with care and concern to have me do nothing… it was you with a close appraisal of my well being angry octaves in your tone sat me an emergency room. Icy out call you will learn of what has come to be…. but call rings through, no words from the man who thought ne to see myself through the eyes of worthy. Want to see you know. Want to hear the words of your wisdom. We saw storms in superficial haze of drugged euphoria….. I left those things behind in pursuit of a life you knew I could have. Even imperfect your flaws, your character moved me… our we is defining. Even in my dreams of live with. My ideal man you dwell as the first line of understanding of the kind if woman I am. I need you now. Not to touch the shaded beauty if my sex, not to hold my body against yours but to voice my fears, to do the thing we do, let our hearts release the rain, step IRS storm into the sea of our acceptance complete and UN restricted. In the world you have become a milk carton memory. Removed from family And friends… old live, dear friend my heart searches it’s terrain to send you the message of want, desire for you. Always have known the way your heart beats. I know the curve of your power, and it’s time to walks. New road…. your welcome here with me, no intent beyond understanding, something God given… prayers leave my lips for you to find your way home!
I have forgotten where to go to be complacent…Maybe this is the real bottom of fear, right here in this place. my thoughts have become my enemies… I am afraid and the face I see, the anecdote to leave behind this fear is so far away from here from where I lay. Wish I could believe in things that lets me amend my illness of love. When I have so little to remember of being happy but I do remember the talks, the long walks…now I need that part of us. I need that part of us to find the part of me built for surviving… never really been here before, alone and afraid… They will tell me I am not alone, they will tell me they are here for me, yet where were they when my tears seem to drown me, when each time I felt anything it was an inhale of cloudy smoke. They were somewhere judging me, they were somewhere accepting my absence, and if I am dying, if this is something that can’t be fixed.. then what I always thought was right I wouldn’t live so many years. Maybe its why I have thought of you, why the only love I have truly ever felt is now what bubbles up in my chest, your face is so vivid, I hear it…. the words you would say yet it’s not enough, I have to hear the resonance of your voice, the conviction of your faith, I know to pray for your voice, your comfort seems ridiculous, when I should be praying for the best outcome too impossible normality. What if hasn’t really become my mental vibrations, instead I keep going back to how I have gotten here. I haven’t done anything, but have done everything…. I am wondering if you are close enough to just hug me once more, that’s when I realize that my regret will be never loving, no never being loved.. really truly completely being loved by a person who understands me, who holds my hand, who will comfort me with intimacy when the appointments become my life. If I told them that I know its not going to be okay they would want to tell me to have faith to think positive… what if I had to say.. God has shown me more mercy then you can know, this is merciful, these days left behind, these moments that I learned the lessons that will gain me entrance to heaven. I may not have made each decision in ways that brought me the comfort of life, but I did learn how to be a person that God will be proud of… You would understand this, you would know that my thoughts weren’t the rantings of some crazed addict, you would know more than they do about how to keep the tears from falling. Mostly you would know how to unlock the gate. Right now there are parts of me in the prison of my inability to let go, to cry, to feel anything. What if I don’t have anymore chances, what if I don’t get to be loved like I loved you… Even just the belief that maybe my phone will ring, I have opened the locked gate, but I must close it again, I must keep most of it away.. If not I might let go of my faith and live in fear, and the dear part of my departing will be lost in negativity and I told you so.’s. Worked to hard to be this person to lose that in the final breaths I may have left. Nothing left behind, and honestly nothing much to miss…. All I want is some part of love to be here with me…. is it wrong that they say they love me but I don’t really feel it, they cry, they say these things and I all I feel is alone…. won’t let the tears fall…..won’t let them see… me and how afraid I really am… not getting the chance… to see you again or be loved or being just this before its all done.
I carry you in a place inside that keeps the monumental power of what your love taught me. A woman without a father needs the love you gave me. The kind of love that reached the places an absentee father needs a woman to have to learn her worth and beauty. As I feel a new love touch my heart I remember the lessons learned in our journey. The promise of his arrival in your admission to my world is beyond the thanks and appreciation I can ever give to you. I knew in our first meeting I would be forever changed yet to know the true embrace of a love unconditionally given is worth more than all the riches I could obtain in this life. Out beyond a moon I can see… I know you live beneath its light. Without those days… the moments, those words I would not be a woman who knows what she deserves. To say I love you would be less than a million things I truly feel. No poetic prose could manifest the truth in the blessing bestowed in having experienced even the pain evoked by what we shared. You have become the beat of my heart, the strength in my character. No longer in love I finally can see the gifts you gave in leaving me without you in my daily life. You gave me freedom to be who you saw in me. When the first intense sensation of emotion welled up in my chest grasping my release of our memory…visions overtook me. I saw your approval in the man that so deeply touched me with his admiration of who I had become…. I cried for you. Although we are millions of moments from our last touch, kiss you are there in my actions, in my words. We were the definition of souls intertwined. Our affinity was not about an earthly love. Our love gave me life and now I’m ready for a love that will allow me to live. I will never forget the reflection of me that came to life in the hollows of your brown eyes. I pray your heart hears my gratitude in loving me in all my flaws.
Today we celebrate you
And all the beautiful things you do
How you have become the man you are..
Is evidence that with you God definitely set a new bar!
To say your great just wouldn’t be enough
Your bravery, your loyalty, your intelligence, your character
All are the makings of masculine royalty
Nephew of mine, you just have the stuff…
Most men will never have, you are the man, most boys will never come to be
A protector, even as a small boy you protected me
And 13 years your senior…I am the auntie.
Yet that is you a step above the rest always ahead of your time.
A special blessing, one of a kind
To not see it would mean being blind.
This day the final marker to adulthood
Its really just the beginning so I think you have got it good.
Remember to keep a cool head in adversity
Swim in your uniqueness, it’s what sets the tone in owning your diversity
Never compare yourself to the masses
With a brain like yours your a prime candidate for all the right chances
You will be more than great
You naturally have what it takes
To soar high high above the rest
You already have beat the odds in some of life’s greatest test.
In my heart of discernment
The destiny you own will create an environment of riches
As a black man, the devil will tempt you with the wickedness of hustlers, dope runners, and profiling police ditches
I already know the the road you choose will be the one that enables you to grow
Trust your heart when your mind is unsure
Your spirit on first response will always be your cure
The pride I feel for you is more than I can ever say
On this special day
When you were first born at first glance
We shared a beautiful dance
Our smiles in tandem, even when the miles between us are many
Know I love you with a heart of plenty
My handsome and notorious Snooty!!!
Happy 21st birthday!!!!
So many years ago beautiful and tiny
Into our world, God blessed us with Rmanii
Now a woman athletic and tall
Beauty, brains, in my eyes you have it all
If I could could to infinity
Maybe I could measure my pride in being your Auntie
It might be sappy, emotional, a little childish
However, this poem is to say
In a small way
with no shameful blemish
I give you this gift of what I love as much as you
These words, my heartfelt truth
As your years mount
Be sure to hold on to your depth of heart
Light your passion with your endless tenacity
Never fear that overwhelming capacity
God has given to you to shine
Be cool headed in adversity
Remember that while your smart
You can never show enough compassion and humilty in being the best
When you feel unsure and life’s test
Look more like unreachable mountain tops
The course is a road already destined
Take the time teach
When in others you see lessons already learned
These are the moments your true rewards are earned
It’s worth what’s invested
As a mother you get the opportunity to defy gravity
Fly in the uncontainable love you feel
let your own wounds of childhooh heal
Among all the incandescent things that define you
The character you exhibit in what you do
will paint the portrait of what others see
This milestone into adulthood states from today you get to be who YOU want to be
A culmination of core attributes
as well as the lessons that contributes
to the reflection that stares back…
That person that you embrace as “ME”
Beautiful niece of mine…..
It’s on you
It’s a sure thing, an easy bet
For you are not the underdog
Not the lucky competitor
This is just who you are
A winner pure bred
You defy the odds
You blaze the trail
In you I see all the good from which you derived
Now at 21 you have arrived
Beautiful, grown up and no longer my itty bitty
brave and kicking chairs to defend your own
Now, still brave yet also accomplished
Still our blessing, just not so tiny
Now a full grown Rmanii
Happy 21st Birthday my beautiful niece!!!!!!!!!!
one life to live, is the lesson we are taught as we grow into ourselves.. you only live once… So go yolo and live big… i have this friend and she has the life many writers dream of.. triumph and personal success. passion and love and independence and a home that will always be her home. i admire her, she is one of my favorite people…. i don’t envy her life only because i love me… This life has been jagged with edges dulled and then smoothed. Moments that could lacerate my belief in people, and then the perfect cut stitched with needles that are pretty and beautiful…. This life has made me this person that i see the same way I see Lauren…. proud, and privileged to know and have as a part of This life. I know these things about faith that set me apart and I am not being arrogant…. I am sharing this to share one thing…. Life is not always easy it has it’s edges that are jagged and it has it edges that are so smooth it seems unbelievable. Yet if you believe it’s for you to keep going and then you do… it makes the jagged edges feel so small and the smooth so incessant that it’s worth the cuts andbruises/ If you can forgive do, and if you can admire, indulge in it… and remember you are your greatest resource… sometimes we habe to be selfish and choose ourselves…. that’s only fair when you think about it..yet don’t forget that you live in a world big and with many other souls and we have to be their for each other… so bekind when it doesn’t seem important to be kind. Be love in all ways and don’t forget the sparks in touches and the cool yerstanding in the goose pimples that cover your skin…. some things we will not be bale to explain… some moments will garner nothing more than love and love can be studied and the findings documented but it will never be abl to really explained and that’s why This Life is so great to me… because the love I have experienced from people opened doors to a person that I know I love… I love me all imperfect and flawed.. with mistakes in my past and in my path.. i LOVE ME BECAUSE EACH DAY I HAVE TO LIVE ANOTHER I know me and I know who I am.. and in this life I may not leave behind explemnary experiences are successes mounted on the walls of my big home… but my relationships will be the trophy room in This life and I know it will show a woman with heart, with soul, with faith, with ideals that mark a life that I am proud to say is mine… because these are my markers, these are my successes… if I get the chance to marry and build a family it will be the thing I treasure… because I can be different… this emotional woman with her emotional words and her emotional life is proud of each tear… and while I chart the next sea I will cross and the next thing I will do… I will do it with This life as my documented shear of choices to be me a me that I admire and love like I do that friend I am so in awe of.. all those friends I am so in awe of,,,, because truthfully they all reflect who I am and where I have been……
Whether I step foot in church or not… I find a way to give Sunday mornings to a worship of God.
So many ways we find ourselves in a fight to hold on to our spirituality. In a world where Misery, sadness and pain is documented in ways that it finds us in all the ways we receive information.. Tv, phones, music, conversation, social media, books, magazines. If we don’t remember to stop and think of the things we have struggled thru, triumphed from and see the immensity of how when we least expect it, we experience the beauty of faith, conscious and belief. I look at my little niece and I see the miracle of confirmation in her growth, her love pure in innocence and I recognize that no moment. no day did God leave me without his very presence. A new year is always a good time to reflect on where we began and where we have arrived some don’t realize that the hearts desire has be sated in some way whether appreciate it or not. The place you worship, doesn’t matter.. I have went to different types of churches or even just via the internet and the refreshing feeling of getting that time with God is still there and replenish my soul to keep my soul, my heart and my mind within his protection. I smile when I think of the day I held my hands up above my head, palms exposed, chin to chest tears running my eyes and I prayed to God with no requests on my heart, just thankful that I had allowed my heart to be open to him. That day changed me, and it changed the entire energy of my life. Your relationship with any deity is yours alone. Never be afraid to give faith and belief a chance. It will change the vantage point of how you see everything. Be aware that God resides within… He gives us unconditional love and expects that you give that same thing to not just him but your world. See the difference in your days when u seek to Love as God loves you. If we all did this.. We could really have World Peace! Merry Sunday…
His Alter ego
Began, a ruse
Something to amuse
“What I want….I always get!”
I am that brother…
No Need for Another
The cutie’s, with big booties… bent over seductively,
There’s nothing I want I don’t get”
Sounds like what I have been told about you
The man behind the creation of the MC…
“No MC, just rappa”
A booty tappa
All said playfully
So much truth in disguise
In the freedom of autonomy
A joke is always so revealing
who are you really?…
Self congratulated big bootie banga
Proclaiming, you know what you want,,,
Killing the “black man stereotypes professionally,
The job, the house, the life
Yet emotionally … yet at this age “no wife”
Just jokingly leaving remnants of woman being
Sexually needed only
Your chosen alter Ego, the cliché
Lady tapping, rhyme rapping dream sold fantasy
Life imitates art
So what happened to your heart?
I hear versions of discourse
They paint love with distrust
Women with no affinity
Your admitted love crimes
Describing activities fit
For Gun Slanga
That rapping Playa
You use to masquerade
The taunting voices, of
You have made concerning “she”
Your truth I see
the aspired role
The Winner, Ace in the hole
A life you visualize,
You don’t believe will materialize…
Seems you learned the hard way
playing the game will get you played
Drawn to who you appear to be
a harem of living pleasures you call treasures
Handsomely created, educated, God-fearing, grew up with a father good to his mother
Don’t need another type of brother
Yet They receive, MC
Your altered Ego
Jokingly you speak
Sadly, I hear
Vulnerability, a rap you don’t want to spit
Can’t control it
Love… is God given
You get what you want.. the job, the house, the life
I can see it hidden in this joking ruse
disguised, clichéd lyrical alter Ego Gun Slanga….
slanging your regret.
Stuck in her power, your rapping muse
The reason you use…
For not being ready
That brother no need for another you claim to be
The truth a joke told
About the dreams you sold
Gun Slanga is what you call him
Even that holds nothing true
Not about you
Slanging Guns is bold,
No Fear in slanging a gun
How you run?
smoked by the past….
That was then, it didn’t last.
It may be time to stop rapping
Gun down, the clip is empty
What you want, you may get..
You know those…
Cuties with big booties bent over
Easy to “hit”
Even easier to quit
When asked about family… your response said love is what you hope for
You want more….
Inhale God, Fill your lungs with faith
Exhale the doubt Let the wind carry fear away
You believe denying
Is how your surviving
Denial is killing you
Cutting short the breaths you take
The beauty in the memories you make
Pain can conquer emotional possibilities
Those voices of “what if” are ….New choices of love opportunities
So Gun Slanga, you the man dating my best friend.. JOKES aside.. Seriously
.Don’t let Ego alter You Permanently