Friday, June 3, 2011 Frustration. Here I am, stuck in this cocoon. All around me, within this silk wall that surrounds me, This process of transformation, of gradual change from glory to glory, Is amazingly controlled by that which is by divine design already within me – Much like the hormones within the caterpillar-turn-butterfly that …
TantalizingMesmerizingMemorizing…senses reeling, an abundance of feeling!Every facet of you, forever imprinted, indelibly written on the visions of my mind.The scent of you……sight of you……ooooh…sound of you, I am incredibly smitten by you.Then silence!Tasting you…umm…wanting moreTouching you, needing more. Spoken –Your name…softly spoken.Softly spoken, I speak your name. Shhhhhhh! Your name softly spoken – reverberating in …
Powerful And Arduous emotions; Sensuously, Sensually Stimulating – Sometimes Spiritually Satisfying. Intoxicatingly Inviting but Often for just a moment. Of Necessity Needing constant rejuvenation or it Simply…fades…away…
Ambitious: ABlack man; a Bulwark and pillar of strength,Challenging others to not give in toDespair but to Dream Dreams & to achieve them. A man of Distinction.Effervescent:Full of “joie de vivre” yet…he can be asGentle as a lamb.Hardworking andIndustrious: he is a man of strong character and good moralJudgment; the essence of dignity!Kindhearted….Loyal…. aMilitant in …
There’s something vital about each man!Regardless of how high the heights…(But especially) how low the levels…Or how deep the depths…That he finds himself,When a dire emergency arises and it becomes inevitableThat his life be touched by another individual’s:I’ve found that the ones authorized to perform emergency duties,Do so with expertise.Although they may be repulsed by …
The Essence (or Dignity) of a Man (Dedicated to the Homeless) Read More »
Can’t you hear the children crying?Do you not see their tears?In their eyes you can read their fearsOf sorrow and suffering too gruesome for their years. Every day there are children dyingFrom booze and drugs which they are buying.Shattered dreams in the graves are lying –Come on child, LIVE! Why aren’t you even trying? Hear …
I’ve cried many tears in the past days, wondering if I should end it all.Has my life any real meaning?Have I been obedient, have I really been called? Who really cares if I live or die?My husband, my son, or the one I’m carrying inside?No one knows the sorrow I feel, no one knows of …
IN THE PALM OF HIS HAND (Dedicated to Survivors of Domestic Violence) Read More »
