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All I Want for Christmas

What do you want?
They asked.
Is this really new to me? Cause what do I need has always been my question.
Tell me, do you have any suggestions?
All I want is Christ to continue to live in me.
All I want is not just occasional memories.
All I want is genuity side by side.
All I want is to keep passion and aspiration alive.
All I want is peace.
All I want is for ignorance to cease.
All I want is a hug and a kiss in the morning.
All I want is to live a day without mourning.
All I want is a hand to hold. Arms to warm me when I'm cold.
All I want is for love to not blindfold.
All I want is patience and laugther.
All I want is more strength for tomorrow and the beginning of a happliy ever after.
All I want is for those empty to be filled.
All I want is for souls to be inspired and uplifted, not killed.
All I want....want....want!!!!
All I want or
Is it what I really need?
All I really need...
Real---ly neeeeed... :-)


Gobbles of Thankfulness

Allow beginnings with the appreciation of life,
And the amounts of peace aiming to outweigh
Irrelevant hate and pointless wars.
Narrowed by the constrictions of yearly struggles
That bares the restoration of compressive strength.
How fruitful of sight, sound, and sense?
On joyful days and
Soothing nights.
Twirled by the halves of goods and the fourths of evils.
Oh, the gift of the light with the
Direction of security,
Calmness of courage,
And the entirety of love.
Thanks almighty for the experiences of all above.


The Versifier

Pilot engraving page.
Untitled words greeting instrumental notes.
Floating intimately beyond chords and crowds.
Penetrating a rainbow of ears,
While impregnating astonishing souls
With something unheard of
To rouse the flesh for a midday rendezvous.

Wednesday’s Words, Early Thursday's Moods

Something about the light of the day,
Surrounding of sounds postponed,
And the race of civilization that service them.
Whether one silent or other loud,
There is something about Wednesday
That won’t be redone the next or the day after.
Expressions made practical between exploitation,
Faces altered as in cue,
Minus straight eyes for a side one,
Self-mimicked in “ya’ll”
Too many for one to shadow,
To understand ,
To accompany,
So, what goes on in the inaudible of the cranium?
Perhaps a dream, your never dreamt.
Joy you never witnessed,
Hope you hope to invent,
Submerge of struggles you never prospered,
Deficiency of Faith, you hope to replenish,
Or Memories only I can remember……J


Notes of the Day

This time.
Eyes didn't go probing for water.
This time.
Stems hid and petals too.
But, it found roots.
Not by the bay,
but gradually sprouting at window.

PITTER, patter.
splash, SCATTER

Creating musical notes as it fall side by side
Pinging from sky to pong the Earth.
Obstructing objects with showers
to satisfy yesterday's thirst. 
PITTER, patter. splash, SCATTER

Feeling of the cool and calm pelting me,
as it alarm others with rage in avenues,
Gifting some peace cupped by tea.
Enticing laborers the fancy of sleep.

PITTER, patter.
splash, SCATTER

Next time.
Eyes before the sun..........

The Sprout of Fortitude

Who said they could never live?
One must exist through the consumption of reality
Waiting for the water.
Then again what seed is not to be patience?
After being unraveled, plowed, then mineralized.
True substance:
Without light, nothing.
Without water, nothing.
So how quick to splash one,
When another was already rinsed or soaked
In preparation of bloom?..................

Cycles of the Fall

As the chill on the rise,
Gardenias and honeysuckles wave good bye,
And souls fold inwardly to welcome
The harvest of sweetness and legumes.
All things made anew.
In People. Places. Possessions.
Transformation in series of prospects muddled by probabilities
As Autumn’s children turn shades on Spring’s offsprings,
Indulgence of longevity for a few
Or rekindling of old flames patched
Over the year in time for
The rebirth of their
Differences. Desires. Destinies.
All on the first day.

D’Elegant One

Eye Before the Sun & Son

You’re here. You didn’t come when I needed you but you come unexpectedly. I love your rays. Look how they just sit up in the sky. I had to walk outside and welcome your presence. Into my life. Into my life you have shone. I feel blessed to have you after the rain. After the rain that came into prepare me for the greatest gift: GROWTH. With you, I fail not to bloom. To bloom into that beautiful flower. So walk with me. Fly with me. Ride with me. Turn me a shade darker. Not like before…..not like before the sun.

This Is Me, This Is Who I am

The girl that smiles at every sunrise,
Writes before and after every sunset,
Daydream under the moonlight,
And beyond all clouds and stars.

The girl who loves love, Fear hate,
Thinks of the world first,
And herself last.

The girl who is stimulated by sweet rhymes between stanzas, Cappuccinos,
The lights of Paris,
The essence of Motherland
The accents of French and Arabic,
Different shades of purple,

Confident walking and intelligent gentlemen, Fresh fragrances,
And White roses.

The girl who have love affairs with music,
Is engaged to nature,
Adore learning and observing art and photography
For an eye full of beauty
And a mental frame of
What life really is and looks like.

The girl who’s face reflects her Great-great grandmother’s, Soul reflects her Nana’s,
Beauty and brains of her Mother’s,
And urban style and egoism of her Father’s

The girl who is extra plump With a melodic voice,
And a phenomenal mind.
Soft on the outside
And hard on the inside
With a vari…

The Intermission of Development: Butterfly Ways

I thought of putting it down forever. The ink. The lead. Forever. Forever, I thought about not writing again. But I can’t stop. It is my niche. A home beyond comfort and solitude. My first love. My passion. My high. My pride. My freedom. How can I let go when my heart and my mind goes on? And the good thoughts keep coming along until I run out of paper… Then I thought…I thought……..

I thought of how each word painted my essence. I thought of how each word spoke my mind out loud to the world, for the world to understand me as: A black woman. An African-American. A legacy. A sister. A daughter. A friend. A lover. A fighter. A teacher. A student. A leader. A survivor. A queen. A dreamer. These words made me into the woman I am today. They built me. I am strong. I am beautiful. I am phenomenal because of the ink, the lead, the paper, a million good thoughts, and the mentality my creator birth me with.

I've notice what I've became. And I am already acknowledging what I will become.…

I'm A Growing Woman Intro

Welcome Readers,

It is not an easy transition into a grown woman from a girl. But I manage. I’m succeeding my womanhood, individuality, and essence to make the best of what I call “my life”.Everything is everything. I am everything but a lot of things are not me.No, I am not the most perfect person in the world but I know who is: God.Sometimes I seem to think that I am too much of a woman. Why? Because I bare and yield all good fruit that humanity should feed from, but not all human beings aim for the fresh, sweet fruit. I have yet to find the match to my peach. I can live without the superficial, and only require what’s deeply real I’m no short talker, but more of a big dreamer. I mean what I say and I say what I mean. I live by it; my words are heavily bonded to my heart…..

I’m much of a lover with a substantial heart--- a heart that is teaching me to be kind, patient, and loving all over again----every day. At times, I think I need a new one, because I love so deep.But if I lose one,…