God visited me today
And awakened my sleeping body
Clearing my sinuses and thoughts,
Heart and soul
With the firm embrace
To warm my tired heart
Opening my weakened soul
To His love
That I thought had forsaken me
And when I grew wary,
Filled my ears with the songs
And faith that carried my ancestors
Forcing me to my knees
And with hands reached towards
The Father, He whispered
Peace be still,
Bringing tears to my eyes
That seemed would never stop
Joy unmentionable
And praises to my lips in the
Tongue of ancients
He reminded me to whom I belonged
And my purpose for being
My troubles would not go unrewarded
And that this life was not eternal
As to not get caught up
For my place as His beloved
Is in His bosom
Reminded me how He had kept me
And my gracious ancestors
And it is to Him I should look
And I could not thank Him enough
Eyes still full of tears,
I humbled myself
Bare and vulnerable
With my freshly opened heart
And mouth
That began to bellow out:
For every mountain
You brought me over
For every trial Youve seen me through
For every blessing
Hallelujah!
For this I give You praise!
And gazing towards the Heavens
Was blinded by the
Splendor of His grace
Saw my grandmother
And received reassurance
Arising with understanding
Not merely of where Id been
But certain of where to go
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Friday, December 30, 2011
Vintage Poetry: Mr. Intentional
The road to hell
Is paved with good intentions
While meaning well
Preaching the fulfillment of me
Mind body and soul
Youve always managed
To keep that safe distance
And youre always disappointed
Because my life keeps changing
But you forget
I deal in the real
What is palpable
I tried many times
And now know that I cannot cope
Lying so far and alone
Ears full of your desires
My body screaming
And soul calling
To be there beside you
Only to be blamed
For your loneliness
And demanded to travel
Those many unaffordable miles
To be yours forever
Has been a dream
not yet in the slightest, fulfilled
to call my body home to your arms
would bring pleasure unparalleled
and my wondering heart
eternal rest
because even it knows
that there is where it belongs
but blinded by your own desperate desires
always too busy ignoring the truth
so quickly judging me for my quick fixes
always forgetting what Ill always want is you
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Is paved with good intentions
While meaning well
Preaching the fulfillment of me
Mind body and soul
Youve always managed
To keep that safe distance
And youre always disappointed
Because my life keeps changing
But you forget
I deal in the real
What is palpable
I tried many times
And now know that I cannot cope
Lying so far and alone
Ears full of your desires
My body screaming
And soul calling
To be there beside you
Only to be blamed
For your loneliness
And demanded to travel
Those many unaffordable miles
To be yours forever
Has been a dream
not yet in the slightest, fulfilled
to call my body home to your arms
would bring pleasure unparalleled
and my wondering heart
eternal rest
because even it knows
that there is where it belongs
but blinded by your own desperate desires
always too busy ignoring the truth
so quickly judging me for my quick fixes
always forgetting what Ill always want is you
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Vintage Poetry: Damn Love
Why is love
So fucking aggravating
You give and you give
And you fucking give
What you don’t even have
And still more is expected
And demanded
And leeched
It can be the most
Beautiful prison
That will captivate
Your every thought
Your every movement
Your entire being
And you beg to be
Set free
Because the very shackles
Chafe and bruise your body
And dripping with blood
You offer even it
To the insatiable beast
With its snarling and biting
It frightens you
But as you shudder
From fear of its clench
You whisper for it
Never to desert you
Through stinging tears
And swollen throat
But you beg to be
Swept up in its flames
No matter how many times
You’ve been burnt
You heal your skin
You toughen up
Only to let yourself be
Whisked away in the
Confusing conflagration
As your flesh boils up
Your very bones scorched
Your pores themselves
Even call out hauntingly
For even your soul to be consumed
Stifled and stunted
Torn dozens of different ways
How are you
To ever know
When to truly trust it
Such a leap of faith
Is unnerving
And before it finally
Tears you completely apart
There’s a blinding light
And clarity
But the cloud of uncertainty
Forever lingers
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So fucking aggravating
You give and you give
And you fucking give
What you don’t even have
And still more is expected
And demanded
And leeched
It can be the most
Beautiful prison
That will captivate
Your every thought
Your every movement
Your entire being
And you beg to be
Set free
Because the very shackles
Chafe and bruise your body
And dripping with blood
You offer even it
To the insatiable beast
With its snarling and biting
It frightens you
But as you shudder
From fear of its clench
You whisper for it
Never to desert you
Through stinging tears
And swollen throat
But you beg to be
Swept up in its flames
No matter how many times
You’ve been burnt
You heal your skin
You toughen up
Only to let yourself be
Whisked away in the
Confusing conflagration
As your flesh boils up
Your very bones scorched
Your pores themselves
Even call out hauntingly
For even your soul to be consumed
Stifled and stunted
Torn dozens of different ways
How are you
To ever know
When to truly trust it
Such a leap of faith
Is unnerving
And before it finally
Tears you completely apart
There’s a blinding light
And clarity
But the cloud of uncertainty
Forever lingers
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Vintage Poetry: I AM
even when I wanna be
someone or something else
i beg to be what i should be
and work to fix what i am
I am
i am worthy of love
i am meant to be happy
i am not perfect
i am constantly needing
i am always me
needing a man
too much
when needing to be both
woman and man
but confused on
what attributes belong
when she grew up
not knowing what it means
to be a man
never knowing a man's true love
but only having had
her trust in men shattered
from the beginning of life
forced to be both
because being a woman
signifies being weak
in a world where
being the beast of burden
is passed down through generations
and gladly accepted
and nobody else understands
but always ready to
pile on the pain
from a long line of
mules of the world
caring for all those around you
sacrificing all of yourself
to better them
being the have nots
to make sure they all have
always looking perfect
but it's all on surface
hiding inside
hiding behind habits
hiding behind all the wrong choices
suffering in silence
dying internally
but somehow looks good
enough to be every man's dream
a dream constantly fading
never attainable
allows herself to be caught
yet retains elussiveness
the enigma that
is this Black woman
for she has no match
and those who get her
are no good for her
but her heart bleeds
leaving so many broken in her wake
she settles
and loves for love's sake
never being able to discern
what's good for her
and what makes her more destructive
and she takes it
she takes all of it
and learns how not to cry
being used
being taken
being lied to
being built up
being torn down
being idolized
being punished
taking his tantrums
taking his neglect
taking his complaints
taking his shortcomings
taking his pain
taking taking his expectations
neglecting her own
ever apologizing
for even possessing them
wise beyond her years
mother-load of perpetual knowledge
that everyone else
has automatic access to
but her
at such a young age
she's done, seen
and been through so much
but the trail of tears
seems to never end
so there's no chocie
but full-steam ahead
satisfaction is impossible
she never asks for anything
and wonders why she gets nothing
no matter how many's around her
she's forever alone
but can't get caught up
on herself
because those she loves
matter so much more
even if that love
is not mutual
a fighter
always struggling
barely surviving
but surviving still
never knowing exactly how
and definitely not why
she is not plastic
she is not impossible
she is real
she exists
she begs to exist
and she begs to be understood
she begs to be needed
she begs for the stress
and pain to go away
but there's never rest
for this woman's work
MY work
is never done
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someone or something else
i beg to be what i should be
and work to fix what i am
I am
i am worthy of love
i am meant to be happy
i am not perfect
i am constantly needing
i am always me
needing a man
too much
when needing to be both
woman and man
but confused on
what attributes belong
when she grew up
not knowing what it means
to be a man
never knowing a man's true love
but only having had
her trust in men shattered
from the beginning of life
forced to be both
because being a woman
signifies being weak
in a world where
being the beast of burden
is passed down through generations
and gladly accepted
and nobody else understands
but always ready to
pile on the pain
from a long line of
mules of the world
caring for all those around you
sacrificing all of yourself
to better them
being the have nots
to make sure they all have
always looking perfect
but it's all on surface
hiding inside
hiding behind habits
hiding behind all the wrong choices
suffering in silence
dying internally
but somehow looks good
enough to be every man's dream
a dream constantly fading
never attainable
allows herself to be caught
yet retains elussiveness
the enigma that
is this Black woman
for she has no match
and those who get her
are no good for her
but her heart bleeds
leaving so many broken in her wake
she settles
and loves for love's sake
never being able to discern
what's good for her
and what makes her more destructive
and she takes it
she takes all of it
and learns how not to cry
being used
being taken
being lied to
being built up
being torn down
being idolized
being punished
taking his tantrums
taking his neglect
taking his complaints
taking his shortcomings
taking his pain
taking taking his expectations
neglecting her own
ever apologizing
for even possessing them
wise beyond her years
mother-load of perpetual knowledge
that everyone else
has automatic access to
but her
at such a young age
she's done, seen
and been through so much
but the trail of tears
seems to never end
so there's no chocie
but full-steam ahead
satisfaction is impossible
she never asks for anything
and wonders why she gets nothing
no matter how many's around her
she's forever alone
but can't get caught up
on herself
because those she loves
matter so much more
even if that love
is not mutual
a fighter
always struggling
barely surviving
but surviving still
never knowing exactly how
and definitely not why
she is not plastic
she is not impossible
she is real
she exists
she begs to exist
and she begs to be understood
she begs to be needed
she begs for the stress
and pain to go away
but there's never rest
for this woman's work
MY work
is never done
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Vintage Prose: Welcomed Forbidden
The forbidden that’s so close I can bite. His skin smooth such sweet dark dark chocolate leaving the bitter taste in my mouth that I wish was his own sweetness… This cocoa colossus, chiseled and molded as if by his own gifted hands he holds tight to my petite frame, engulfing me, losing me in his strength and by even the sight of him I am lost to his commands and tender Hershey kisses. Do I dare disappear in our desires as his lips call for me to let go and… let… him… while his body begs to meld to mine in such heat making us as one in his arms yearning to hold me… he needs me… to release all my stress, he says I deserve it… but while longing to have him ever nearer I rebuke the temptation wanting to lead us both right, down the sure path to a perfect harmonizing unification of hearts and passion where we would feel that sacred word… wanting to let him fall into all of me not just to bless my sacred temple but make me believe again, even inspire my words. His presence is the true blessing and like no other’s making me long for him to be like no other making me wonder if he will ever utter that sacred word again and mean it or if I could bring him to that point better than I could keep him at my side in that lonely night where his unexpected comfort showed me just how lonely I was… despite my hunger I held back and he called me shy but not too shy to gaze into his deep soft eyes. I reluctantly let him go but his scent still lingers, reminding me of his short time holding me, whisking me away to slumber anticipating his next coming, hoping that it will be as quick as my pulse by the simple thought of him, longing for him to be back soon to fill those empty places and fulfill that need. My only hopes being that we are prepared the fires within…. Praying he has not awakened such a fire in me only to be frightened of getting burned
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Vintage Poetry: Doors to Sanctity
allowing you into me
i grant you access
to the most deep
places in the recesses
of my being
where you can feel
the warmth of my being
you can feel the rhythm
of my pulse and the
vibrations of my thoughts
you become one with me
you become the extension of me
sharing the passion
and our most desired vulnerabilities
and our innermost refuges
be not dismayed
by the quickening
of my quivering
for as i submit
to your strength
you may succomb
to the comfort
like long awaited firm embrace
feel at home in my arms
my body
my temple
come into my sanctuary
blessing me
with your companionship
annointing my forehead
with your sweat
and the beautiful ordination
of a kiss
as the life giving rivers
flow like Nile and Jordan
cleansing the sinful fire
making our impulses pure
this is pure
unadulterated animalistic
yet human
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i grant you access
to the most deep
places in the recesses
of my being
where you can feel
the warmth of my being
you can feel the rhythm
of my pulse and the
vibrations of my thoughts
you become one with me
you become the extension of me
sharing the passion
and our most desired vulnerabilities
and our innermost refuges
be not dismayed
by the quickening
of my quivering
for as i submit
to your strength
you may succomb
to the comfort
like long awaited firm embrace
feel at home in my arms
my body
my temple
come into my sanctuary
blessing me
with your companionship
annointing my forehead
with your sweat
and the beautiful ordination
of a kiss
as the life giving rivers
flow like Nile and Jordan
cleansing the sinful fire
making our impulses pure
this is pure
unadulterated animalistic
yet human
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Vintage Prose: Forged Ambivalence
Solemn and lonesome I sit here enclosed in these four walls like the fire enclosed in my bones, by anxiety beneath by very skin, cloaked by the distance on my face, feeling them tighten like my wind passages shortening my breath like the beating down of thousands of judgemental eyes bearing down on my back nearly breaking me under the pressure of being guilty before proven innocent. Losing my innocence to the defilement of the watchful gazes of wannabes who claim to care, as i am a porcelain doll on their shelf of trophies. my porcelain chipped, my beauty fading, nobody noticing because they only polish me when it is convenient for them. my plastic smile remains fixed with rosey cheeks and shut mouth molded together in the kilns of growing up in such a tortured blaze. Eyes of glass gaze blankly as the windows into deep chasms of timeless wonder, wisdom, want and agony. Insides hollow turned to chalk-white dust from being sucked as dry as my thick hardened buffetted skin. Bending to their wills, fancies and whims, still rigid and paralyzed from forgetting how to feel. The invisible tears still somehow stream down the perfect facade. In a perpetual daydream.
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