Telling Emotion

Making plans for the future should mirror
making present improvements,
If you really, and I mean really, want to have a go,
you need more than preparation...

Motivation through intimidation? Perhaps...
I'm just speculating challenges,
balancing life's loves
And life's passions, i.e.
Lust versus needs, then needs versus wants
Because too much of anything will make u dependant,
Unless u have a stronger, or rather a fixed mind...

Maybe my lines reveal the truth so when
My lies become lines they will build the descriptions of
Telling falsehoods, prancing on the balance beam of reality;
Emotions may fail to express, so when we speak we may be
further away than when we started;
And when these things fall,
We measure where these things are measured...apart...

Am I Worthy?

Well...
it's hard not to feel hurt,
especially when you lose something you held near your heart,
Or you find that you aren't the person you thought you were,
but Rather you are something more of who you consistently
criticize as part of your personal dissertation on character flaws;
This, my friend, confirms that you are a walking contradiction.

How can you be at peace with this, call yourself a good person,
Look your beloved in the face, wanting respect and love,
When those were the first two things you destroyed
in your quest to "do you" so to speak. I imagine, I too, would
marvel at my abilities if my main objective was to
accumulate the "things I need" through manipulation, leaving out
all other possibilities that rely on faith and the reciprocation
of good works.

Well...
I imagine it is hard to feel hurt when you lose something you
held near your heart, when it was truly your irresponsibility
that lead to the loss...
I imagine if I were you I wouldn't feel worthy of any praise or
the acquired "things I need" that I had received through my
skillful manipulation, because I left out all other possibilities
that rely on faith and the reciprocation of good works...
I would not...feel worthy...I would not be worthy.

A Bad Day-A Poem

Tagged by intention, revealed with fate
Revisited by emotion, led astray with lack of faith
Captioned by spectators, viewed by the public
Trampled by spikes, ground by the grains
Eroded by tears, exaggerated with fears
Repeated by nightmares, erased with time…

Classified by weather, eclipsed with the sun
Provoked by misunderstanding, moved by intent
Dimmed by ignorance, drowned by the lies
Corrupted by hatred, twisted with doubt
Repeated by nightmares, erased with time.

Jealous One

She speaks when he's with her, smiling brightly
with batted eyes that linger as she passes by;
her accomplishments are similarly measured,
looking forward to the opportunity to raise
awareness of her existence...the Jealous One.

She hopes to see her pull his coat tail, roll her eyes,
suck her teeth or ask, "Who is she?"...for she
knows that success in her trade can only be
measured by another's misery or unhappiness;
whether an old flame or a play thing on the side,
she is looking forward to the opportunity to raise
awareness of her existence...the Jealous One.

She sends random messages, emails, text messages,
voice mails, letters, voice mails, etc., at inappropriate
times, purposefully, hoping to get a response that
will reveal that her master plan to separate two
love birds has worked; now she can move in for
some clean up duty...since she has raised the
awareness of her existence...the Jealous One.

She puts down her so-called friends...critical, tactless
statements supported by the infamous justification of
being a good friend or refusing to lie or bite her tongue;
all the while she is wishing she had what her so-called
friends had, the guys the other girls had, the guys
she couldn't appreciate...because she has to raise the
awareness of her existence...the Jealous One.

She seems to hate anyone that appears to be
enjoying life and life's treasured gifts,
anyone who has accomplished personal goals or
lives anywhere close to where she envisioned for
herself but she didn't quite make it...because she has
to raise the awareness of her existence...the Jealous One.

Remember When

Remember when our love was fresh? Each day
and time we touched, we could barely catch our
breathe; the slightest eye contact would give
little chills...and wonders of how amazing
everything feels.

Remember when our love was fresh? Each night
and time we held each other, we could lose
ourselves in the race between the North Star
and Eastern Star...we were gazers, marveling
at our own light, justifying the jealousy of the
moonlit sky.

Remember when our love was fresh? Each dream
was a million interpretations of infatuations
revolving around symbolic metaphors that yearned
for poetic verbiage to pencil in an appointment for a
sonnet...we were magnificent, we were undeniable,
we were love...We Are...

I sure remember and could never forget
My heart,
My Soul Mate...
The Love I Could Never Regret

Around Midnight

Answers arrive as questions vacate;
Memories fade in as new ideas form
like wishful thoughts of celebrity
conversations about my life, not theirs...

Answers arrive as questions vacate;
Memories fade in as new ideas form
like escaping into another reality where
life is life, love is love and anger is
respected as much as concerned or
heart-felt wishes of well-being...

Answers arrive as questions vacate;
Memories fade in as new ideas form
like wondering whether she was wrong
or you were both guilty of selfishly
taking too much time for yourself...

Answers arrive as questions vacate;
Memories fade in as new ideas form
like holding him to husband standards
while he has yet to see her reach the
potential of her wife-like qualities, thus
the fun and excitement are memories...

Answers arrive as questions vacate;
Memories fade in as new ideas form
like feelings and thoughts meshing together,
manifesting themselves into our dreams...Around midnight...

Relaxation

Entering home without flipping a single light switch,
feeling my way through to the relief of calm;
I shall shower and wear my gray sweats--relaxing.

Corrine Bailey Ray, John Legend & Mayer, Jill Scott,
Erykah Badu, Adele, Norah Jones and those alike
arrange the soundtrack of free thoughts leisurely
passing through the trail of Endless Possibilities--relaxing.

Hot Mango & Peach tea, hot cocoa or cream soda in a
glass bottle accompaniment provides a sensible friend
that shares in the release of my strain; cool or hot the
smooth always overtakes me--relaxing.