Exceptional

I am exceptional.
And definitely NOT
Just because my
Mother, says so—

I am exceptional as
I spread my wings
Flying higher than
Bald eagles.

I am exceptional
As I exponentially
Raise the bar higher
And higher—
Demanding with
Conviction from
Hours and hours
Of time spent
That I am—exceptional.

I am exceptional.
It shows from the glow
That rest upon—post,
Marking the target,
Setting the goal,
Moving forward with
Passion, to conquer
showing no fear.

I am exceptional.
And no, it’s not just
Cuz my momma
Told me so…

I am exceptional.
From the soles of my
Feet, through the wiggle
Of each toe; Exceptional
I am while I declare
And give command—
Thank God Almighty,
“I’m free at last” and
that most certainly
most absolutely, and
astutely means that—

I am EXCEPTIONAL.

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Now I see.

I have truly let you go
I see the light, for the
Tunnel is bright, not
Dimly lit, it shines
Smiling on all of the
Great time we spent
The good times we
Shared…the love we
Dared.

I close my eyes and
See your image, my
Minds eye, vivid—all
That is you and I…I mean
All that was you and I
See it flash within my
Eyes—deeply I smile

I let go of the hope
To one day be your
Wife, it does not seem
That would be our
Destiny—in love I let
Go but I’ll always
Love you so—I once
Upon a time wished
You to be the one.

I once upon a time
Wished that I would
Be for you, as you to me,
I held long onto
That dream, I held
Tight for all hopes
That one day it might
Actually be.

Then reality you see
Knocked me down,
Down right to my
Knees, yelling at me
To see, with tears
In my eyes I finally
Understood why.

I need love you see.
To hear it, to feel it
To see it, to touch it
I need assurance
That our love is
True between you
And me…I needed
To hear that you loved
Me…I needed consistency
I needed you to love me.
NO. I needed you to be open
To showing me, and yes! Telling
Me, unconditionally how
Much you loved me.

Patient I was, patient I
Tried, tears weld up,
Falling from my eyes
I held on, I held on, I let go
But still I held on…hoping
Too hard, that this wasn’t our
Reality, hoping too hard
There would still be a
You and me…now knowing,
I let go…now opening my
Eyes to see…I understand.

Before reluctantly, even
Hesitantly, now with
Confidence and peace
Now with love and peace
Now understanding it
Was the past that shared
Me and you. Now I see.

 

**Thursday Poetry Rally: Week 57**

¡pWrite…Blessed.

It’s been a while since I’ve actually posted a pwrite. Heck it’s been just as long since I’ve consistently posted any poetry. I’ve been busy with school and on this RUHCUS Journey which has been so amazing and on time for my spirit. I serve an awesome God and my God is ALWAYS on time with what/who I need in my life. Or for that matter what/who I don’t need in my life. And what I don’t need is the burdened feelings I have and had been carrying around for decades because I didn’t know what to do with them–so it’s amazing to get the opportunity to FREE myself and heal. For those of you who may be like what is a R.U.H.C.U.S. it’s a movement. It stands for Radically Unapologetic Healing Challenge 4 US. It’s part of the Body is Not An Apology Movement–a movement founded by Poet Activist Sonya Renee. This woman has a calling on her spirit and she is fulfilling her destiny on God’s terms. Anyhow, “Christmas break” is approaching and I plan to have a long and delightful break so hopefully I will be able to re-center and focus in my poetry craft.

This I know…?

It is so this I know for
What, I said what?
The Bible tells me so
No seriously before
I digress let tell you
How elated, this sen-
Sation has been created
No longer frustrated
Just thanking God, seriously
Just THANKING God
For the win…

For this I know,
I’m not just telling
You so, last days
Begat new days, creating
Better and newer
More befitting of your
Inner being passionate
Baring just seeking
Brand new fresh
Opportunities…Just
THANKING God for
Letting me know, just
Thanking God for telling
Me THIS IS SO…

I’m telling you this
I know I KNOW
Blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah…
I mean really, let
Me STATE this more
CLEARLY…LAST days
Begat new days creating
Luxury in how
I
DEFINE
ME….just thanking
God, for showing
Me His GRACE…

Now see this here
Is WHAT I’M TELLING
You…have no fear
Because Gods MERCY
Is REAL…bountiful
And plenty, I feel Him
Justly smiling on me
I mean in me, I mean
From me? Hmph just
Thanking God, for
His will I know…

¡pWrite…working it out

I’m up bright and early this morning feeling great. I feel accomplished getting up earlier than I need to because I am able to get things done that I don’t particular care to do after I get home from work everyday.

The workouts have being going great…I know it’s only been 2 days this week [that have past] but Monday I indulged in some kick boxing! Man, is that class a lil’ beast. Last night I decided to do some Total Body Conditioning…whew am I sore this morning…day 2 effects from the Kick boxing and then I added “insult” to injury…But it feels good [despite the hurt].

I think mentally I am now 100% committed to the [non]use of sugar…I feel good inside…now to totally adapt to the meditating…it’s a work in progress to say the least…be blessed yall…

God Bless

Ms. Peaches…

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Now playing: Corinne Bailey Rae – Put Your Records On
via FoxyTunes

¡pWrite…Just know…

I love rediscovering my inner self through the music that truly speaks volumes to my heart and soul…I meditated on this song by Dr. Marvin Sapp. The words are simple, but have more power than you [any believer] can feel the profound spirit moving in this song…the words of the chorus are as follows: “Just know he has his hands on you…he has his hands on you. he said he’ll see you through…and when you cry he’s holding you…so you can just lift your hands up high…for he will provide…just know he has his hands on you…”

After meditating I had to sing this from my soul a few times so that I could produce the piece I share [below] with you…I really appreciate your readership! Your TIME is valued greatly!

Love, unconditional
Love no human, other
Than a mother truly knows
But this love it is, stems from
The creator with messages
In tow…so believe the
Words here you see

With peace grace and mercy
Task less desired, unwanted
For sure, questioning, for
There’s a lack of understanding
In his plans for you, sad
Instead of happy when you
Are rich in his love…what
Shall you do? I ask, again…
What shall you do?

Just know…

His hands are there on you
Just trust, his love
Will see you through
In your tears, he’s
Up high, lift your hands
See he will provide

Don’t forget…he said don’t fret
Don’t worry my friend, never
more will you bare, more than
too much for you…

Just trust, his love
His hands are there on you
Up high, lift your hands
See he will provide
In your tears, he
Will see you through

Sorrow no more, for there he
is holding you, wiping your
face dry from the pain
you know deep inside

His hands are there on you
Just trust, his love
Will see you through
In your tears, he’s
Up high, lift your hands
See he will provide

Just Know…

God Bless

Ms. Peaches…

 

 

—————-
Now playing: Marvin Sapp – He Has His Hands On You
via FoxyTunes

Beautifully more Better

Priceless, are the things
I feel when I amiably
just let love spill
Just when I thought the
feelings had ceased to
exist I begin to feel
them again on this day
of love…

Friendship, more important
then we ever understand
but friendship makes love
commit, accountable
when wronged Friend-
ship brought love…

Relationships, progress
with time, and love grows
making everything better
because love is love…

—————-
Now playing: Raheem DeVaughn – Mo Better
via FoxyTunes

As I…

As I aspire, it’s with
much thought that
goals and ambitions
form un-delayed, like
words transcribed on
your Sunday news-
paper page, with sage
not rage, I aim for goals, flying high
so high, they float
beyond the sky
making monuments
of souls intent to
be more than, or better
than, to simply not
be set on being
content, after all, I
mean I am…heaven sent

pWrite…Intro

I’ve decided to start a daily writing section called “pwrite” (like iWrite but “p” for Peaches, Peach, Pit, Propaganda)- it is my intention to try to keep each post uniform so you can easily tell it from my poetry post. Peach Pit Propaganda is forever changing and evolving [i hope].

This segment of my blog will likely not include poetry but I can’t say not at all because poetry is me…they will be more like journal entries as I begin this a new chapter in this journey we call life.

This journey is one of CHANGE [i know we all just love that word] and I plan to share the goods the bads the up and downs even turn arounds of this journey I am about to begin.

Every year since undergrad [which seems to be getting further and further in the past] I started participating in the Lenten season with my BFF (if you’re wondering I am not Catholic but I love God the father and Jesus the son) and this year it seems to not be starting until March – I feel like I need a spiritual cleanse sooner than that so I am starting this journey in preparation of Lent in hopes that my spiritual growth is higher at the start enabling me to take it even higher.

Change is never easy and while I have not completely defined what this part of the journey will consist of I hope you can appreciate it and even possible be inspired to do some positive change in your own life…

 

God Bless!

Ms. Peaches…

Like Wind

With caution I hesitate
To instruct caution to you
As moving forward seems
To be an illusion, yea I think
That’s my conclusion

Grasping for emotional
Comfort, emotional release
And relief, wanting to share
My abundance while
Being cautioned to move
Slowly when emotionally
I’m not sure that’s really me

Cautioned to not feel dejected
Or rejected even emotionally
Objec-ti-fied so supplied
With caution I hesitate
To emotionally consummate
The feelings I could be
Feeling cause my caution
Cannot be gone like the wind

Lost we die…

Conclusions of disillusions painting
Pictures of confusion of you ever
Wanting me…but decisions show
Precision in precisely how wisely
I should be dealing with the cards
Dealt directly to me…

Detachment from attachment
Strong ties I thought once bound
Would never unbind, but deceivingly
I now see from where before I blindly
Had no one there holding my
Hand or guiding me…

Towards the light that inevitably
Was there to shine upon me a victory
That was unforeseen as your love
Has fallen short in never capturing me
Though time we cannot rewind
My wonders of what could have
Been have seemingly dissipated
Into what is wasted and left for
Dead…but inside I don’t cry or hide

Behind what’s unreal…secure in
My emotions I move forward stepping
Ahead not following behind where
Lessons unlearned in our lives simply
Are left to die…

Not Returned…

With my heart I am too generous
Too open, too honest, too loving
While loving too hard makes it
Obsolete, the love returned is less
than soft and incomplete

Seems so surreal that I am able to
Feel the way I feel, when in return
Slighted I am with nothingness
Nothingness leads to nothingness
Useless these feelings become
When they forever go unreturned

Ironically, symbolically you seem to
Still mean so much to me
Like I faucet I choose to turn you off
Shut you down from your main source
Of water flow because to have is to feel
And feel is to love and to love u do not

So, slighted we move forward, with
More caution than before…as being
Unable to turn off my heart for u
These feelings I will try harder to ignore
Cause in loving you no feelings of love
Are returned…

I Think

I think of you as the sun

Rises and I inhale my first

Breath, thankful to God

That we really met

 

I think of you when the

Evening comes, causing the

Sun to set, thankful for

Memories that I will never forget

 

I think of you when

I close my eyes, able to see

Reflections from gazes

We shared, thankful

For all of the things we’ll

One day dare

 

I think of you, with a

Smile upon my face,

Simply thankful for

God’s good grace

 

I think of you, even

When we’re side by side

Thankful for hope

Of this lasting forever

Lasting always…forever

Life long…more easily

Put…I think of you

 

I think of you.

Simply Solidify to Amplify

Solidify, amplify – lose control
and showme your soul
not face value, but whole
pure, 100% true, show me
all that equals you
Solidify, petrify – maybe, create a mix
amalgamate, blend, mix and merge
like alloy – metals combined to incorporate
only, when we mingle and mix it will be
like a dulce de leche hershey’s
dark chocolate covered kiss
Solidify, don’t hit and miss
consolidate, unite, make a combination
that drives you crazy, not mentally deranged
or strange, but crazy, silly, a little unglued
maybe even unhinged and senseless
for too many useful senses that blend
are simply and solidly making you crazy
Just solidify – tha tplace with in
and maybe our hearts will combine
to join in…strong, together, integrated
by energy that no one
can keep from the win
simply solidify to amplify
whats happening within

E.X.H.A.L.E

as i think i remember to – E,
i mean how do u forget – X,
am i biting my lip? hmm – H,
wow, was that really it?? – A,
yes, i must say, real soft – L,
i am sure it was just rite – E,
oh, pleeeaaasse, remember to breathe!
after, u inhale, and realize
its ur breath thats held
please, remember that u…must!
E-X- H-A-L-E – yes, exhale!
not to impose that u dont feel ill-composed
by that moment that just transposed
maybe a lil juxtaposed, even bare and exposed
just after u inhale and remember
its your breath thats held,
simply dont forget to later
realize with regret that u forgot,
in that moment to E-X-H-A-L-E-
YES, EXHALE
oh, yes i do, dare to continue to share
as a memory traces back, surely with out fright
as she enjoyed that moment,
oh so right until she inhaled
and it was simply her breath, she held
all becuz she suddenly forgot
with a second of thoughts that
she too needs to E-X-H-A-L-E-
YES EXHALE