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This blog has been set up to display all original works of poetry taken from my mind, traveled through fingers, and posted in cyberspace. Enjoy!
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A New Day Has Dawned
My love is awake
Blessing the world with his movement
Gracing those around him through his actions
My love is awake
Alive and well
Breathing and full of love
My love is awake
My heart sings and jumps
My eyes brighten and become fixated
My love is awake
On Finding Words
Drip Drip Drop
Each letter falls into place
Like rain droplets racing down a window
To build a word by winning the race
Drip Drip Drop
A Vowel
A Consonant
Adjective, Noun
Drip Drip Drop
Space is running out
Blank canvas filled
Black and white abounds
Written by me on April 30th, 2010
The Language of Love
The Language of Love
Neither completely spoken
Nor formally taught
Without rules
Or process of thought
The Language of Love
Exists like the air we breathe
The wind that kisses us
The warmth of the sun on our skin
Truly effortless and always with ease
Written by me on November 7th, 2008
Have You Lost Faith
A wall was built when my world came crashing down.
Picking up pieces.
Throwing out pieces.
Making a bigger mess,
Until I was ready to move on,
Grow on.
Here you come back.
Softly, sweetly, amiable.
Slowly, quietly, pleasurably I warm up,
Peaking over my wall.
Removing a brick with each positive conversation.
And in one night,
With the banter of an echoing shadowy past,
I relive all that once was.
Undertones of distrust, disgust, and disbelief.
Not again.
Never again.
Pen Pal
The hands of time,
Weave curious tapestries.
Threads picked from various places,
And interwoven into a work in progress.
The distance that separated us…
Allowed a reconnection.
So effortless we were.
So open and innocent.
Being woven together to what benefit?
To whose benefit?
And as the gap of communication has closed,
The hands of time are not done,
With their work in progress,
In us.
Name
The shortness of a first-
So cute and quirky.
Easy to pronounce and remember.
The middle taking presidence-
On accident.
Not once but twice.
Drop off, remain, change…
The evolution of who I am,
Who I was,
Who I’m striving to be.
A thunderous clap of movement and impact,
In a world awaiting positive change.
While Immersed in KJV
Quiet blackness is the beginning of this morning.
Awake, eyelids awaiting their rest.
One day wrapping into another.
A tranquil breath of semi silence,
Warm and sweet like the memory of a plesant summer day.
As crazy as I am to be awake at this hour
I am at peace.
Listening to empowerment-
Knowledge.
Hoping to gain wisdom,
And a deeper love.
– – – While listening – – –
A sensual surge of love overcomes me.
A sensation plucking the harp strings of my heart.
Such pleasurable drunkeness.
In the awe of a love so complete.
So unconditional.
Based in prfound simplicity.
The greatest challenge,
Holding on to this,
In the midst of everyday life.
Abysmal
Like falling into a deep ocean of dry comfort,
I kept my eyes closed under the cover of knight.
As if time stood still,
I didn’t want to let go of an embrace so perfect.
For a few moments,
We were the only people in the world.
You and me.
Me and you.
Sweet serenity.
Sweet security.
Sweet sweet abyss.
Anxiously Unaware
A rise in temperature,
Due to my curious nature.
Perplexed,
By non existent communication.
Mean thoughts fight with an optimistic view.
An anxious uncertainty giving way to bitterness.
And yet,
No validity to my carrying on.
Unbeknown to me,
Breath is being cut short,
There is a struggle with pain,
All…
While I’m anxiously unaware.
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