Tag: inspiration

‘Wasted Not’

That Pain Is Not Wasted!

A sample from Book 8

 Wasted Not
  
 you look at me
what do you see‒
 an empty hole
 or pieces
put back to whole
  
 you hear my voice
what's your choice‒
 to fold
let truth unfold
 or close
grow lower and cold
  
 here's what I see
 when I look back at me:
  
 a woman lived
gave all she could give
 then betrayed
 left to be reborn
on an empty tray
  
 when I hear my voice
 ‒read my words
only truth heard
 shaking within
 ‒forsaken
for granted...taken
  
 all that I've done
all that I've become
 grew from life lived
 around lies
I survived
 around hate
I lived another day
  
 I have made mistakes
I've learned
 no longer living fake
 as the world turns
as time ticks on‒
 leaving me alone
 no longer burns
for life I yearn‒
 no longer anger's will
I'm concerned
  
 I am wasted not
for my trust in God†
 untied all the knots
 ready
shaking
nerves quaking
 to give a new year
all I've got
  
 look at me
hear me
  
 turn your head
for I am not dead
  
 alive
  
 with or without you
 I'm living this one life‒
 shadowing all fears‒
my own way
 without one word
for you to say
 halt...stay
too late
you've paved my way
  
 yes, shaking
but open and ready
 for a brand new day
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‘Hype Me Up’

We Women Just Want to be Hyped Up!

A sample from Book 7

  Hype Me Up!
  
 take me out of myself
 ‒off this shelf
  
 teach me to laugh‒
 spread my cheeks
show my teeth
  
 help me burst through
 show me happy's view
 that's all
I'm asking of you
  
 open these doors
lift me off the floor
 give me off-the-wall reasons
 ‒smiling without ending seasons
  
 I just need a little help
 to be more than myself
  
 show me what life is like
 without all the hype
  
 give me a chance
to really know
 how it feels
to dance
  
 take me as I am
be my teacher
 not some
manipulative preacher
  
 let me be
your choice
 without a need
to calm my voice
  
 yes, take me out of myself
 ‒off this shelf
 put me back into life
reopen my eyes
  
 let me giggle
let me wiggle
  
 teach me to run
 show me
what it's like
 to again have fun
  
 be my guide
let me ask my whys
 take me out of this shy
  
 teach me to trust
 let me have my lust
 let me throw things, fuss
  
 teach me we are enough
 ‒hype me up
with unconditional love
  
 show me
even when I fall
 ‒through it all
 I'm still your number one
 my I am
is all I need to be
 ‒all you want to see
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‘Bringing Her Back’

She’s Inside There. Go Get Her!

A sample from Book 7

 Bringing Her Back
  
 she took a step off the curve
 her mind racing‒ 
which way to turn
  
 the wind blowing in her hair
 pulling her coat tight‒
 she wandered for a while
then just stood there
  
 frozen
listening
  
 people were talking
kites were flying
 cars were passing
behind her a soft rustle
 she turned
to someone jogging
 a squirrel sitting, staring
 in the distance‒ 
a dog barking
 then she felt it
 ‒no longer the need for dying
  
 she felt life‒ 
she deserved
 her heart beating
 there was so much more to learn
  
 she smiled
not a big smile
 no, not one just anyone could see
 it was an inside smile
 on her lips‒ 
the hint of a small curve
  
 she closed her eyes
 enclosed herself in her arms
 held her head back
 her feet began to move in a tiny circle
 I'm coming back
 the gentle voice in her head
she heard
  
 suddenly but gently
she stopped
opened her eyes
 there before her...a path
not knowing
 if it was the way she wanted to go
 or the way she needed to go
 she just began walking
 her smile noticeable to all
 she was now free
 ‒no longer a caged bird
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‘A Letter to Pandora’

Say It: ‘I Am Woman. Hear Me Roar!’

A sample from Book 6

 A Letter to Pandora
  
 my dearest pandora:
you evil whore
 stop opening false doors
 I'm tired
of your illusive detours
 ‒your negative gore
  
 I'll admit
I fell for the allure
 the I love yous
the you're beautifuls
  
 I'll admit
 in my glass
I let others pour
  
 I gave up control
let others take it
 then gave them more
  
 their promising lure
came slow, gradual
  
 I believed in I'm yours
 I believed in giving
 ‒times four
  
 I swallowed hard
walked, paced floors
  
 I cried and cried
hid my raging sword
 as more and more
me...they ignored
 ‒never questioning
what for
  
 all this rage built
I learned to hoard
 keeping the peace
I constantly explored
 praying you'd close
 these selfish-hearted doors
  
 but I see
how easily
you get bored
 needing to keep
good hearts torn
 ‒racking up scores
on your evil board
  
 enough!
I'm tired of being scorned
 you're just
an evil whore
  
 my rage is building wings
 ‒jamming closed
your controlling doors
  
 hear me roar!
 I'm not a board
to be walked on
 or drilled
with material nails
 ‒your false lure
  
 I'm a woman
an unyielding commodore
 high‒ 
I will soar
 above all
your negative gore
  
 look up
you wretched whore
 I am woman
   hear me roar!
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‘Stepping into the Fear’

Forget the Fear. Concentrate On What You Want!

A sample from Book 6

 Stepping into the Fear
  
 what you are is what you think
 ―an old worn out thing
 but living half your life
you come to see
 how truly right
these words ring
  
 any day-dreaming thought
 even silently in the dark
 ―closed secret of the heart
 given enough time
begins to shape its part
  
 if the pictures seep in your head
 while laying in bed
 something you dread
or just want to unwed
 ―be careful
your repeated secret byline
 given enough time
 will come to you
will come true
  
 it takes years
to make the picture clear
 bits and pieces― 
many scenarios pass through
 your reality won't mock it
 your actions won't show it
 but in the universe
you did throw it
  ―over and over
believing it just fantasy
 only your mind can see
 nothing close to your reality
 what does it hurt
losing yourself to its scenes
  
 just a day-dreaming thought
 something imagined in the dark
 ―silently in your heart
 where no one has to be fought
 something you think
not really sought
 given enough time
begins to shape its part
  
 with enough passing days
 with enough nights to fade
 the fantasy slowly builds
 secret thoughts turn real
  
 the universe enjoys enough time
 fantasy to reality begins to align
 instead of in your head
 ―hidden secrets fed
soon to become
a life led
  
 deep inside
you try to deny
 your eyes continuously cry
 this can't be right
 you start a war
 ―feverously fight
 an outward dreaded fear
 ―at first unclear
 the day-dreaming thoughts stop
 as hands move on a clock
tic-toc, tic-toc
 all your eye-seeing reality
 becomes your secret fantasy
 not exactly the way you saw
 ―the same is the result
  
 wiping away the tears
 now, it's all perfectly clear
 what you wanted the most
 ―the secret you didn't boast
 was the one thing
you truly feared
 the fantasy
that only the universe
could hear
  
 so it changed your course
 ―it may feel forced
 you yell, scream, cry
over and over asking why
 repeat, repeat, repeat
'til you're hoarse
  
  it leaves you no choice
 but to step into your fear
 ―see your secret thoughts
 as the true reality
of your heart  
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‘A Rose When It Blooms’

A Woman Becomes Awesome After the ‘Hard’!

A sample from Book 6

 A Rose When It Blooms
  
 it's easy to pass it by
 if you don't have a good eye
 it's easy to deny
 ―be easily satisfied
by its humble life
  
 it's easy to say goodbye
 if you don't understand― 
its true vibe
 instead of just
its surface shy
  
 it's hard to describe
 what comes from deep inside
 watching a rose come alive
 ―shine in the light
 spread its wings and divide
  
 it's hard to simplify
its gentle lullaby
 ―its pure divine
 without trying to deprive
its exotic fire
 it's hard to amplify
 what its many colors
signify
 or how it mystifies
emotions and desires
 it's hard to transcribe
without trying to terrify
 or leaving questions of why
 ―I'm willing to try
  
 when a rose awakes and divides
emotions thrive
 its very beauty signifies
its power from God†
 ―adding harmony to lives
 making a grown man cry
 leaving the most vocal soul
tongue-tied
  
 once awoken― 
a rose transpires
 all of its drive
all of its pride
 to its newly created empire
 it doesn't try to bribe
 with all its energy it dives
 overriding its individual side
 transforming its tide
refusing to deprive
 so that its vibrance can thrive
  
 with its own awakening desires
  it doesn't place a price
 or intend to bring strife
 it doesn't even think twice
 or wonder if it's right
 it doesn't need or try to justify
 ―connive or lie
 it just breathes life
 ―a humbling sacrifice
 byway of God's† pure light
  
 yes, it's easy to pass by
 if you don't have a good eye
 it's easy to deny
 the beauty of a rose
 ―opening and coming alive
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‘Talking Heart’

Stick To What You Say!

A sample from Book 5

 Talking Heart
 (Sweet Man)
  
 when two become one
 something extraordinary's begun
 into each other
combines all matter
 into each other
weakness doesn't stutter
 all is revealed
 into each other―
deeply open and concealed
  
 when two become one
fear is undone
 sincere trust
 ―the ultimate must
 helping each other
overcome inside danger
 helping each other
 see through stormy weather
  
 when two become one
happiness is won
 together
hearts can fight― 
hurt and pain
 when the mind
plays us like a game
  
 when two become one
 together
hearts can fight any situation
 with open conversation
 when to each other
there's true dedication
  
 ―nothing
can be undone
 when two become one
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‘Six Realms of Faith’

God Needs To Be Involved!

A sample from Book 4

 Six Realms of Faith
  
 having an idea
 ‒one that's clear
 strips the fear
 ‒a free-thinker's agenda
 a place your life
to steer
  
 adding content
 ‒liberating a commitment
 instead of settlement
replacing resentment
 ‒being legitimate
instead of being stuck
 in a clique's common placement
  
 having an individual voice
it's a choice
 instead of being a toy
for others to enjoy
 ‒standing out
on your own paved soil
  
 saying what you mean
with fluency
 ‒not living
in hypocrisy
 strips away life's crazy
stops the path of lazy
 smack-dab
in the middle
of its lunacy
  
 perfecting convections
 improving slang's grammafications
  
 turning into a professional
 leads to graduation
adds promotions
 in this world of intoleration
  
 putting it all together
 a profession's
perfect presentation
 ready for any situation
 walking away
from damnation
without hesitation
  
 for I am
in life
a worthy publication
  
 my world
always
a learning reflection
 of mistakes made
every word heard
 I can turn around
all situations
 with these six realms of faith
 I can change
my fate
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‘God’s† Clone’

‘God’s Clone’…’God’s Clone’ was written in 2009 as I sat in church hating the hypocrisy of it all. I think the work speaks for itself.

A sample from Book 2

 God’s† Clone
  
 what’s on this altar
is it a human fault
 something forgottenly sought
  
 what has it brought
 forgiven sin...it ought
 forgiven all that’s naught
  
 has it ever been caught
 what’s still in doubt
 can it even count
is there a fair amount
  
 what’s on this altar
 that’s so many have fought
 without a second thought
  
 what’s in its heart
 minds become wrought
 the wicked begin to haunt
  
 does it ever want
those that won’t
  
 listen to the sound
 from your decorated mound
  
 is it this altar
of wood, of cement, of glass
 that we should halt
or should we opt
 —a belief in a deeper bound
 not easily seen or found
  
 is it this altar
 of flesh, of bone, of blood
 that we should be taught
  
 our I am crop
something readily found
 always open and abound
  
 this altar
dressed in candles
 a lost handle
a fake mantle
 this altar
the hidden am
the true lamb
 God’s† very hand
surrounding every gland
  
 the prayers come from inside
 here’s where He† resides
 listen...do not hide
 the self you must abide
don’t cast it aside
 hear His† screams
His† silent cry
  
 this altar
this well-made am
 each different
each from His† chosen brand
 for a reason’s stand
for you to understand

 at your own hand
open to your altar
 not a stage built by man
inside human land
 look deep
through spidery sand
 yes!...a hard demand
  
 you’re a destined plan
His† original am
 no intentional damn
  
 it’s you to deny
it’s you to be shy
 it’s you to be sly
it’s you to criticize
 it’s you to hypnotize
  
 you are the altar
 not of wood
 —of bone
not of cement
 —of flesh
not of glass
 —of blood
  
 you are the am
He† gave you no shame
 through His† name
He† brings no fame
 —that’s in your frame
  
 He† offers no strain
 that’s from your strand
 He† sends no pain
that’s what you bring
  
 listen to your altar
hear its voice
 it’s not just jumbled noise
 He† gives you a choice
 elevate your sense
give it a hoist

‘God’s Clone’ was written in 2009 as I sat in church hating the hypocrisy of it all. I think the work speaks for itself.

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‘A Life to Vote’

Mandela: Whatever It Takes For Freedom!

A sample from Book 2

 A Life to Vote
  
twenty-eight years behind
a prisoned door
political ciaos
left a country sore
  
political service
single man's allure
youth groups for the poor
community organizations‒
his energy did pour
his writings
never a bore
  
released in 1990
a country's heart
he still wore
even with reasons before
  
a south african black
considered the whore
their votes
squashed
on the floor
  
that time lingered
no more
at age 75‒
his first vote
casted in 1994
not a single vote
the country tore
nelson mandela‒
became its commodore
as president
he did soar
  
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