My Awakening

I was not dreaming when I fell asleep, A deep repose I formed in my daily routines Of life was my secret to keep, But something I gave away to those who listened, Not asking favors, but I needed to know Who really cared about me when I was low. After while I realize I…

Differences Pt. I

Would you believe me if I told you that because you had been created, You were formed by the Creator never to be slated The same as he or she or we You are you, and I am me It’s the norm to you judge a man from the analogy of another. Why judge a…

Blue Jeans Journey

  Blue Rhythm I Tip toe movements across the room; my mind and body twine in unison.  I expose my curves, like the swerves of these rooms, my woman shows formation.  My breasts become entangled in freedom as I release them from many hours of shackles. I stretch my neck to inhale the coldness of the…

Temporary People, Permanent Lessons

My imperfection is my strength, and having acknowledged my weakness I will rise. I will rise above the mess that others have widened their eyes at, believe that, I sat in my own beautiful debris and welcomed the stench of opportunities that pulled the corners of my mouth apart and released the barrier between my…

Clutter

Clutter The clutter cannot exist here anymore, So clarity is what I’m aiming for Being dedicated will get me there for sure No need for treatments, when I have the cure Clutter cannot exist here anymore I have a new mantra, new reason to live and I feel to the core An explosion in my…

The Sweetest Nothing

With closed eyes, I embrace the silence and watch the darkness of the world slow down. This is no evil darkness, no reason to tense, just mere meditation on just sweet nothing. And a child walked by my time for me, fuzzy hair and dirty nails he had my attention. I tried to see what…

Peace in God’s Handy Work

For the unapologetic thrill I feel when the rain pours and I gently steal away on tiptoes and imaginary boots with the privy scrolls of imaginary truths, the rain clichéd my fears away, catching and releasing the fears of today and the pains of the days I will not mention, the days I am empty…

Prayer

Prayer A man-made word that dictionaries can't describe, Unless you ascribe to doing it for yourself. It's more than a petition, More than an act of recognition. Like Solomon’s prayer of dedication, It's okay for others to see. Prayer is faith. I love to imagine the Father's face as I speak with Him.. Oh what…