Road BLOCK

Mistaken, miss-taken
I attempted, with my best
Zealous-ness and heart, I pushed
Past fear and made the road clear

Let go and gave in to hope
A dream that couldn’t float
My-self I gave, for us, I prayed—
Our friendship, our growth, our
Lives, our love—ones

Trust I granted, favor
I gave, the clock ticked on
I waited, one-year and
Seven months long

For not, for nothing, for lessons,
For truths, understanding or
Some kind of yet to be seen boost

The door now closed
Emotions still sore, a box
That opens, now shut
A key—stored away
From this time, from this space

Still with hope for the future, if found one day…
I would be glad to have received the warmth of love
A cozy gift from only God above.

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Baby, I feel good.

I feel good. I mean I feel
Good all over. Without hesitation
I further investigate while
Preparing to embrace entirely
Every divine situation, every
Second and minute of every
Hour, as fragrant sprinkles
Of wisdom and knowledge
Continue to deposit…I feel good.
I mean I feel good all over.

There’s nothing to compare
This joy that I feel, could only
Be heaven sent. Matter of fact-ly
It lies on every single inch of me.
Making gentle brushes against my
Face as the sun shine, brightly
Illuminates the glow of happiness
That is emanating from within me.

I feel good. I mean I feel good
All over. New chapters being written.
Faith in all that God has given. Trust.
Honor. Faith. Love. Joy. Spirit filled. I
Feel good. I mean I feel good all over.

Moon Light

In the moon light there are
Hints of your gaze
A smile cast upon your face
Making me feel filled
With heavenly grace

Like the beauty of onyx
Your smooth dark chocolate
Skin does nothing less
Than draw me in…

In the moon light I sit still
Thinking of you, allowing my
Thoughts to become future
Desires, allowing my wants
Of you and me to completely be…

Like knowing we’ll marry
I envision your proposal–
Yea, sounds crazy, I know
But our family I can see
Started in love just you and me…

In the moon light I rest my
Eyes upon your face, eventually
Allowing my haze to
Dissipate, just in time to
Hear you say…I love you babe

In the moon light I gently
Caress your skin
Before I plant my soft kisses
All over your face, just
To simply say thank
You…while the moon
Light gives my love all to you.

In love with Ideas

***NEWS FLASH*** I humbly accept the “Perfect Poet” Award for Thursday Poetry Rally Week 57. It’s been so long since I’ve participated and won this award that I am really excited. Further my nomination for Week 58 goes to… Cherlyn for “You’ve Taken My Voice”
( http://cursemymetalbody.wordpress.com/2011/11/24/poetry-thursday-72/#comments )

I’m in love with the idea of being in love.
Did you hear what I said? I’m in love.
With the idea. Of being in love. Yes, that
Is correct. The idea suits me just fine.
I might even be inclined to say I love
Things just the way they are—cuz why not?
Everything seems just fine. I’m in love with
the idea of being in love. Shooting stars
from the greatest clouds up above. Shinning
bright moons and sparkling skies. The
Heavens opened up and here is
Where I welcomed you. I’m in love
With the idea of being in love. Yes, that’s
Correct. I’m in love with the idea of being in love.

I laugh at the thought of how absurd
It may sound but it’s true, indeed for I would
Never make an attempt to deceive. So just
believe to see the truth in me when I say
These words, out loud they sound,
triumphantly I called out in a subtle shout
grasping your attention, as the wind carries
soft whispers of sweet I love you’s…again
I laugh at the thought of how absurd
It may sound but I only speak truth.

Ideas, just words, emotion shown
Through love, love of ideas, love
Falling from the heavens up above.
Love from the father, son and holy
Ghost. Love just emotion turned up
Extra high, balanced by love matched
Also heaven sent…just right
Specially picked. I’m in love with the
Idea, of being in love. I’m in love with
Love and differing ideas on exactly
What love should be. Again, I say
I’m in love…with love.

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.

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**

Hiding Inside.

for so long, I allowed
my youth to wreck
my nerves—allowed
your drug use to
self-induce my emotions
into a dark-ness, a dark
abyss of pity and
doubt, clouds of unrest
from un-want, dis-trust and
lack of love–
i built a cave and
tucked my heart
deep deep inside
away from you–
my mother!–NO MORE
pain will you inflict
your drug bull-shit
makes me so sick—
feelings from youth
I’ve always held so
deep inside–allowing
pain and hurt to reign
as pride, while all this
time, I was really, just–
hiding inside…

¡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.

Come Back.

You left us…here you are no more
the pain you felt, the bruises that
never seemed to go away.

Your forever feelings of being tired
the lack it last no more as the
leukemia war is a war for you no more

Granny come back. Aches my heart
in the space where your physical being
has always lived. Granny come back
so the tears last no more.

My future kids will not be blessed
with meeting you. Your stories I
will share, of my grandmother bold
and yes she always did dare. To defy
the odds and trick the obstacles
to bend the circumstance, just so
that I could have every chance.

I love you granny. Forever and
always. I love you granny, forever
in my heart you will always stay.
I love you granny. And I’m glad
your pain is now gone away. I love
you granny. Forever may your
soul rest in sweet heavenly peace.

WILD…

My Mister MY MISSed-her
She felt it in the way he
Kissed her –he wished for
Her longing for her love
Returned—Unknowingly
She always thought of him
Her Mister, the only one she
Wanted to kiss her…Her Mister
Surely missed her and shared
With her the depths of his hearts
Mind, the inside of his soul
It showed, it told his love for
Her was real…his Miss

Never could he ever not
Let her insist, her energies
Captured him even matched
His—his babes, his baby
His lady his woman—the mother
Of his future children
The strength to match his
Bold passion, the sweetness
She offers through her compassion

Her kisses, his hands, his
Lips her lower waste that
Expands, his chocolate—ness
His kiss, the muscles in his
Arms, the scents she’s
Allowed to sniff as her closeness
Clings to his, her everything
He wants to feel, his treasures
Concealed…hers spilled
Their tongues continue to
Collide, while their minds
Drive them wild…

Captured

PEACH PASSIONS ~ LOVE SERIES POETRY

your touch, your kiss
your words saying to
me that I am sweet
mean the absolute
most to me, your
kindness, your warm
welcoming arms when
you hold me, baby
are you aware of
all that you do to me?
my words, turned poetic
creating a symphony of all
the feelings you create
inside of me, even when
you’re not right next to me
I hold tight to your energy
Loving the electricity
It creates within me
I’ll sing you my song if
you give me your listening
ear, I’ll caress your mind,
while making love to you
intellectually, cuz it’s not
just you physically that
does all the things that you
do to me, but your inner
being that makes me
so weak – you’ve really
captured me…

PEACH PASSIONS ~ LOVE SERIES POETRY

¡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

Distinctly Distinctable

By distinction I’m weak for
The softness the fullness
How sweetly kissable
Those lips are…

By Distinction electricity
Shocks me when magically
You kiss me

By distinction blindly
I’ll tell you just whose
Distinctly recognizable
Lips just kissed me

By Distinction your kisses
Magically arouse me
Making me feel distinctly
Things no other mans kisses
Have ever made me feel

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

She Pray’s for you…(Jingle’s Week 32 Thursday Poetry Rally)

He said you shouldn’t be…
told her you’re a good
woman, never hold back
because of me…

He said he knows
that he hurt her
and for that he said
I’m so sorry

He said he acts as
if he doesn’t care, but
their friendship matters
so much, and
really he does care

He said he didn’t want
things to turn out that way,
but it all got bad so quick
too fast

he said she’s not a runner up,
she’s number one, she’ll
never be, second to none

He said she was real good
to him, gave real
love not forced or fake
but real genuine

He said I owe you honesty
and that it’s all
just so sad to him

He said he knows she’s
hurting still and wishes
there was something
he could do to make
it all better again

He said he prays her love
she’ll find
because it’s deserved
and she’s been waiting
for such a very long time

He says it’s just all so
confused, unsettled
and he just doesn’t
know what to do and
she said not to worry
cuz she always prays for you…

NOTE: I pulled this poem out of my “hat” of poems that I’ve previously written! Thanks