Could Just Be the Words

I was actually just listening to some 'stuff' at work with the headphones on and ....

I wish we said I love you more growing up
I wish my father started showing up
More during my childhood
I wish I’d seen it
And not just when I got older with money to borrow
I wish I couldn’t say f*** him and mean it
I say God forgive me for my sins
But God says ... "James, come back when mean it”
And he’s right, I really don’t.
Still I act like it’s ok
He said ‘if you love me, you’d follow me’
I don’t follow… aint nothing to say

End of story

I wish 'the str8 and narrow' didn't bore me
Not thinking about it helps though
Seems like my prayers have strep throat
Cuz I prayed to stop thinking about my ex
But she still be running through my mind
So my thoughts don’t spend time
Where they need to be
My current girl be seeing me
But I don’t think she knows me
I wish I knew my self more
I wish I could help more
How?
I wish I could call it
I wish my uncle aint die an alcoholic
I wish I were a b-baller
You’d see my on TV
Wearing tattoos with a hidden deep message
I wish I could learn the messge in life’s lessons
Without going through the trouble
I wish I could shave with no stubble
I wish I were a man of my word
And possible a man of the Word
And Not of the World
I wonder if my mom was Muslim…
Would I be too?
I wish I knew

I wish I hadn't lied so much
That now I wonder what’s really true
I wish I aint say ‘I love you’
to women I only liked
I wish it didn’t feel so good
Not to do right
i wish it wouldn’t be the truth
and could just be words I write

i wish u could read this

and not ask if it's my real life

and would just say 'hey, that's real nice'

or 'i relate.. dude u real right!'

i'd simply smile...slight

then wish it wouldn't be the truth

and could just be the words I write

I'm OPEN

I’m open
With deep breathes
And long looks down blurry paths

I’m open
To all we can be
When days pass
And frowns
Outlast the laughs

When ain't nuffin going right
And burdens aint light
When separation goes from NEVER
To maybe
From maybe to might

I’m open
To u stripping to your empirical element
Uncovering those layers at the door

I’m open to being sore
if it means we retain the integrity of who we are
Of that, I’m open to more

I’m open
To letting u in
Slowly sharing bits of my soul

To making a decision to do this
Committing to my part
Allowing you to complete your role

I’m open
To breathing your desires
Each day blessing your song

I’m open to knowing
That even when the grass is greener in other places
Its color doesn’t last as long
Your tone has me running in circles
It’s YOUR deep hue that keeps me strong


I’m open to naked fears
With faith and security I’m dress them

If I had the time I’d count each of your dreams
Individually kiss them
And bless them

I’m open
To our layers
And our prayers
To the love vocals we sing

I’m open
To seeking you deep in Him
Finding and keeping
My good thing

Awww... I wrote this a few weeks ago and felt so-so about it ... but reading it again. I likes it...
thoughts...

Even when you were tired of being alone.. were you really ready to make yourself 'open?'
I know that I was not for so long...

Poetics... Certainly

certainly
yes, sure will, yes
see that figure on some land
on some day
with the sum of two eyes
thinking of some way
to say some things
that have been some how
buried for some time now
and just maybe
through the rolling of the sum of two eyes
the twirling of some fingers
and the kicking of some rocks
and some deep swallowing
certainly...
some courage
will come from some where
yes, some deep place
resurrected and sum up
just some of the feelings
some young man said

some times

the pain of wishing
that you were some one else
can't be summed up
in a month of sundays

and so a tongue and some teeth

and the sum of two lips
will do some speaking
and some of the words would be...
Daddy, why did you leave us?
leave me?
Am I not someone worthy of love?
Would you have me be someone else…
yes, sure will, yes

certainly

.

.

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Birthed through a blog Slam this morning (http://blackwomanlost.blogspot.com/). E Badu has a song named certainly and I took the title and used it to write a bit..

I aint really suffering conciously from 'dad stuff' anymore... but ..

thoughts?

I'm So Glad My Mama AIN'T SEXY!!!

So I’m in the mall this weekend and I see a nice looking young lady… had her ‘girls’ out, baby phat jeans.. heels… and a walk that said she’d turned her swag on this morning. So I smiled.. waited for her to pass and I took a peek. “She gotta nice one,” I say to myself.

I go about my business…

So I see her again though and this time she’s walking with a young man. I hear some of their conversation… just enough to hear him call her mom. So he must been about 15 to 18 years old.

And I KNOW he gets tired of men coming up to his mama, grabbing her arm.. kissing her neck and slapping her on the booty and saying 'hey girl you sho wiz fine 2day'....
.... WAIT... I think that was MY dream.. nevermind.

But it did get me to thinking. I AM SO GLAD MY MAMA AINT SEXY. Now granted I’m in my late 20s, but still, I wouldn’t wanna be 15 years old and have folks always starring at my mama.

I can’t speak for anyone else’s mama, but mine don’t need to be wearing tight clothes nor showing off her assets! I like how she looks nice and does whatever she does. But it needs to say Hey, I’m a mom with kids who are grown and not Hey, I still look good for my age with my sexy self!

No sir!

There’s just a certain time and age where folks need to calm it down. And it’s different being a certain way for your man and for everyone else!

Is YOUR mom sexy? Are you a mom who is sexy? And I don’t mean attractive… but do you still find yourself putting your assets on display?

Good for them?
Or
Calm it down some?

thoughts?

Taalam Acey vs Lamar Hill Poetry Slam

I love these guys and wanted to share the with you...

Sponge-Bob & Burger King - Is this offensive to you?

So Burger King has been getting thousands of complaint letters about this video. I don't think it has been pulled off the air yet though. I've had some friends say that they didn't even know what was being advertised. I realized after a while that it was about a kids' meal.

Some people hate it. Others say that it's just funny and makes sense. Is this a sign of the times? Are we doomed? Or should we just lighten up and have a good laugh.

L & W

This was an exercise of response from a peice my friend Tanesha Jones wrote a while back. She's an awesome writer and allowed me to compose from what she built. I loved her phrases and how she explained different feelings. Afterwards, I realized how impactful it was to me. Thanks T.

I TOO am poetic justice..

I fight for words that explain your breathing

Enter new life in existence when readily leaving

It's YOUR presence

Heart and mind are presents

I see the beauty in flowers holding YOUR essence

You can say like making love on clouds

or in smiles

Or with eyes

The rhythm that I provide...

Is like a water floating in a sea of sky..

Or a sky of sea

<<insert YOUR name>>

YOU ARE

light and wonder.....

2 ME

This is BEST said in the mornings and during times of wandering feelings. :-) REPEAT as necessary

What if...

What if we were actually 'light and wonder' to ourselves... ??

Not just 'loving ourselves no matter what.. but REALLY being wonderful and embracing our intricacies and curves and lines and depth. Not to where it puts others down... but really being at a place where we could shine fully ... with other beams.