Mini Poems & Passing Thoughts

Melancholy memories of events that never happened. Springing forward just to fall back. Lamenting over what I don’t have. Making the things I do pale without comparing. So at the bottom of this half empty glass I’m staring. Tears and spilled milk make a bitter concoction.


The tides are changing. Sand is slowly seeping from one end of the hour glass to the other. We can choose to wait until the time is right or do our very best to treasure, revel in and live each moment as the gift it is.

Sometimes love is a battlefield. Some people show up in their full armor, big guns & plenty of amo. While other arrive with a hopeful spirit unprepared to fight. They stand unprotected brandishing a butter knife!!

Oh love, you ultimate thrill seekers attraction. Carefully clicking me to higher heights. Causing me to throw my hands in the air, close my eyes and scream. While my body feels like it’s plummeting to its death. My heart reminds me that my harness is secure & in you I am safe.

We threw some words around! Love-trust-hope-family. Before they bled into the walls we picked up brushes, we painted around us & called it home.

Gentlemen, at the meeting of every woman’s thighs is a raging war. Suit up to fight, but remember to choose your battles wisely. Some territory is fruitful, while others are plagued. Think about what your getting yourself into.

In the steady rock of this very still moment…I am moving you.

Often the truth is found within the silent inhaled breathe between the words.

No switches. We are the light.

Truth Lied

Uncharacteristically angry.
Your truth sounds like the lies I tell myself.
The buried truth.
The truth that I never speak.
Truth that my mind rejects.
My soul guards it.
You weasel. You snake. You parasite.
I’d never trust nor invite you.

Misguided anger.
I own these lies.
Hide them behind smiles.
Shit!
That’s how you entered.
The innocence of parted lips.
Betrayed by my own front.
Even lies seek freedom.
Even lies seek light.

Complex anger.
On the verge of tears.
I cup my lips as if the ward off an escape.
I’ve cried too many times about this.
I hate lending my energy to this feeling.
Paralyzed by the truth of the lies.
Calling them lies make them easier to bare.
The truth of the matter is these are not lies.
They just hurt too much to call them truth.
Truth is supposed to be beautiful and rich.
This truth is so murky.

Reflective anger.
Internal blues dodger.
Weary woman.
Hurt harborer.
Happy face painter.
Emotional knot-tier.

Has A Song Ever...

The other night I was wide awake at like 3:00A for no apparent reason. I was watching Dave Chappelle’s Block Party and dancing and just thinking about how the music ignited me. I was so full and happy!! I just brought to the forefront of my mind the way and why I truly love music. My last love affair has its very own soundtrack, complete with the oddly innocent moment when my soul knew it was love and of course the melodies that coupled my lamentations when it was over. That is the ultimate testament to music. I can musically chart my life. While this message has no chronology, it is filled with moments that led me to ask...


Has a song ever…….

made love to you?
One night “Kind of Blue” (Miles Davis)
loved me so hard, my legs were shaking
and I could not catch my breath.

made you grateful to be alive?
One time “Just to Get By” (Talib Kweli)
made me realize how happy I am to be
here-present-me.

made you know that God is…..
“His Eye Is On The Sparrow” is my favorite
reminder.

opened a door for you?
Once I was so lost in love and
“Slowly, Surely” (Jill Scott) opened my
heart and eyes and I was able to walk
away.

aided in a depression?
Well, “For All We Know” (Donny Hathaway),
coupled with Jack Daniels, kept me low in the
best possible way.

started a party?
The bells in “Peter Piper” (Run DMC)
will make my ass
move no matter where I am.

gave you that dizzy-silly-ain’t nothing like it feeling?
Man, “Nothing Even Matters” (Lauryn Hill w/D’Angelo)
caused me to nose dive right into it.

made you say yea, that’s what I want?
If a man could relate to/understood “Your Lover
Too” (Van Morrison), I’d love him, Forever.

made you smile from start to finish?
You’d have to scrape the smile off my face when
“Sweetest Thing” (Lauryn Hill) is playing.

awakened a stream of anger?
“Bad Habit” (Offspring) is my road rage anthem.

made you want to get your shit together?
I paid the light and gas bill on time after listening to
“Can’t Tell Me Nothing” (Kayne West)

made you believe that you would Neva-eva-eva-eva love again?
Damn, “How Do You Mend a Broken Heart” (Al Green)
had me stuck.

reminded you that you are not alone?
One night “My Life” (Mary J. Blige) kept me company.

spoken to your soul?
I realized what a great communicator “Stronger
Than Pride” (Sade) is.

made you see your sexual truth?
“Play” (David Banner) makes me want to take it
all off and do the damn thang with a partner or DJ Dittles style.

made you praise motherhood?
“Ye-Yo” (Erykah Badu) makes me feel the full weight of
what I have been entrusted with.

made you think that you could fix it?
“Hold On” (Dwele) had me walking around with masking
tape and gorilla glue.

Peace and blessing,
Mykisha