Dear You,
Let not too much time pass between
You breathing
your gift of breath
And uttering
"I love you"
You just never know when
It's going to be the Last
Give your "flowers" today
And even if you don't know
why you may be getting "flowers"
Receive them anyway
I'm sure you won't regret it
I hope this piece is as much of a blessing to you as it was and is to me. I write this in remembrance of living legacies, in their own right. I write this for the people who have etched the very essence of their being on the tapestry of my heart. Their love, as a manifestation of the Ultimate LOVE, expanded the capacity of my heart. And the expansion enables me to love more.
*Dedicated to all the ones I have Loved and Lost*
We smiled
We danced
We laughed
We loved
You taught
I learned
I lived
You died
Or is it
You lived
I died
You now have eternal life
and my heart missed a beat
When I realized
I couldn't share you
with the world
anymore
I cried
Time
passes
One Year
Two Years,
FIve, Seven, Nine
And more
So glad I had the opportunity
To really know you
Because now,
with tears in my eyes,
I can honestly say
You are...
MISSED
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Dance
Tired feet
Lifting and shifting
Through the humdrum
Of "new life"
Who's life?
Their "new life"
That wasn't as glorious
As it was promised to be
Moving from one state to another
With the hope of prosperity,
As the beacon of a guiding light,
Only to be introduced to a colder world
Of foreign injustices
See back in the south
At least it was known how to operate
But in this here north
There were dangers
as far as the eye could see
that really couldn't be seen
Until they were too close to escape
The lost of children
the lost of family
the lost of dignity
the lost of sanity
But something had them stay
And as a product of the "great migration"
two generations removed
I am grateful for
Their tired feet
as they shuffled to a beat unknown
So I could make a beat of my own
And DANCE
Lifting and shifting
Through the humdrum
Of "new life"
Who's life?
Their "new life"
That wasn't as glorious
As it was promised to be
Moving from one state to another
With the hope of prosperity,
As the beacon of a guiding light,
Only to be introduced to a colder world
Of foreign injustices
See back in the south
At least it was known how to operate
But in this here north
There were dangers
as far as the eye could see
that really couldn't be seen
Until they were too close to escape
The lost of children
the lost of family
the lost of dignity
the lost of sanity
But something had them stay
And as a product of the "great migration"
two generations removed
I am grateful for
Their tired feet
as they shuffled to a beat unknown
So I could make a beat of my own
And DANCE
Sunday, October 10, 2010
In Flight
In the wee hours of the morning,
It's quiet enough to hear a pin drop...
And at one point of my life
I used to wait
At this hour
For my heart to stop
Now as I sit here
Reflecting on the things that were
And the life that was
I marvel at how
I loved just because
Even if my heart
Felt like it was breaking
Or it was as
Coal encrusted as
An Undiscovered Diamond
Buried in the Core of the Earth
I loved
Well, I tried to at least
Not realizing that
In my WAKE
Broken pieces
Of other jewels
Would be left
But I loved
The only way I knew how...
In FLIGHT
It's quiet enough to hear a pin drop...
And at one point of my life
I used to wait
At this hour
For my heart to stop
Now as I sit here
Reflecting on the things that were
And the life that was
I marvel at how
I loved just because
Even if my heart
Felt like it was breaking
Or it was as
Coal encrusted as
An Undiscovered Diamond
Buried in the Core of the Earth
I loved
Well, I tried to at least
Not realizing that
In my WAKE
Broken pieces
Of other jewels
Would be left
But I loved
The only way I knew how...
In FLIGHT
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