Silence Broken…

with gratitude, compassion is my attitude,
donations, support, confirmation – I’m totally doing my part
Focus, surrender, love, God-given, tender,
Like a mothers’ unconditional heart, my desire to empower
survivors has always been real – wisdom I must impart

God’s putting me to the test with uneasy task, humbling myself,
to simply make that ask, God turning it over and over into an
abundance, overflowing with love, support,
happy darts from you, straight to my heart –

All because, I’ve found and I see the discipline of being
intentional with you and me, to ask from the start, the works
of the Lord, they all supplement my heart through your hands

I give all thanks of abundance to the great I AM
I decree, I declare an abundance in this atmosphere
Go Fund Me you see and pour out support for this
violence afflicted community

For healing, God, I think you, for awareness and clarity
no longer blind to a cause the entire world must see
because violence holds consequence and I’m here to come
to the support the survivors defense

Empowered against the silence, each woman stepping away
from and past domestic violence and into the light of
their brilliant abundance.

Blameless they are not, for you this I’ve fought, tearing
down cultures os hame, I walk with you and I want to know
your name, because violence cannot be forgotten, nor silence,
nor watered down, she has a name and this victim, you shall
not blame.

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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.

Be Still & Know…

It’s the confusion of what I believe
To not be an illusion, but I can’t
Seem to come to a conclusion.
So I sat down and thought
Over my thoughts, I tried to
Write them down and even
Come up with an executable plan
So I ended up simply talking
It over with the man…

You know…Him up there, the
Man they say is upstairs, the one
Most call God, He gave His son
From up above…to save my sins,
Giving me an actual fighting chance
To have the confidence
I really need in the end to win.

But confused I said I was
Only for my Lord to command me
To “be still and know” know that
He has a plan, you know
To prosper me, not harm me
So with confusion set aside,
Humbled and without pride…
Still visually in it lives, in my minds eye
So I quiet my mind…to stop all
Time, since this clock shall not rewind

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.

What’s Mine Not Yours

It’s easy you see for me
To seemingly smile so easily
Simple thoughts of plans
To come creates glimmering
smiles as I walk down the street
Basking in the bright sun

Trying to remember the last
Time, such feelings of
Excitement and possibility
Is much harder to see and
Better yet, unfortunately
In its entirety truly escapes me…

Past lessons come and gone
Experiences teaching life–learned!
here where I stand I’ve not been
Before, as this time what’s
Mine, I’m not freely giving to
End with my power
Becoming yours…

No matter what is to come
My power will remain
only with me for my
Body DOES NOT get to make
Decisions for me.

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…

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.

Let the R.U.H.C.U.S Begin

I’m very excited about the experiences of the day.  I learned a wealth of information —about myself.  I’m not sure if any of you are familiar with Sonya Renee—she’s an awesome spoken word activist.  She’s started a movement called…RUHCUS=Radically Unapologetic Healing Challenge for US.  [When you have a moment check out her youtube.com channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/soniekisses She has a pretty amazing testimony and a true talent for the craft [poetry], I got the opportunity to hear her perform and speak about the RUHCUS movement and I have to admit that I am beyond moved and inspired to help others feel inspired.  I plan to start my own RUHCUS, which, is very scary…I won’t be posting the videos on this blog I will be posting them on Peach Pit Pieces on tumblr & my youtube channel Peach Pit. –It’s amazing how when you don’t listen to God speaking to you [because you’re not ready to hear the message] that somehow you end up doing exactly what was laid on your spirit to do—but wouldn’t allow yourself any chance to do it.  That was me—knowing God had given me an amazing testimony and feeling like why should I share my story…that type of vulnerability is never something I allow myself to tap into, certainly for my own selfish reasons.  Then I didn’t know how to completely heal but after today I see that I am ready and it’s time to help others use their voice.

You can also find more about RUHCUS on FB…just search it will come up…(tho you may have to be added to the group).

PLEASE NOTE that I wrote this on 09.24.2011 (just late to post it)

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…

Not Fear

Monday Poetry Potluck
Theme: Doubts,Fears, Inhibitions and Hesitations

It was my self-doubts
And even fears that
Brought about the tears
When I let fears dictate
And create hesitations
Bringing near what
Was dear, sending
Me crashing with pure
Inhibitory fear! But
Now it’s clear that
Hesitating with doubts
Was not what it should
Have been about, so now
Turned about, I’ve ridden
Myself of ALL doubt, kicked
Fear in the rear and let
Self-inhibitors coated
With hesitations fear me
As I continue to be strong
In all that is me…

Nostalgically I capture thee

Poetry Potluck Wk 29 –
Theme: Photographs, Memories and Nostalgia

Nostalgically, I stare at thee,
Bound with precision
Creating depictions of
Memories captured
Through lenses that allowed
My eyes and others to see
Photographs of sharing
Memories captured of
Timeless youth, of adventures
Un-thought, but sought

Memorabilia as evidence
Scrapbooked with ease of
Thought, in an attempt
To share photos of
Memories with generations
To come…

Nostalgically, I share with
Thee my past in our future
Sharing stories of good times
And bad times, scripted
Or not – you’ll see all my thoughts
As I share with my future
My past