these words....

these words, these words
that can break a strong back
make a neck sore from whip lash
in one moment make you feel so good
in another pierce through the heart
like an arrow from Robin Hood.

these words, these words
as sweet as mama’s warm apple pie
make you wanna cry, sigh, glorify
the soft lips which they are spoken through
these thought-provoking, mind altering
low smooth jazz words
spoken by you.

(stolen moments) playing with fire

Can we
be alone?
I’ve been
Wondering
cause every time you brush
my sleeve I get this rush
I shouldn’t get. We know the deal
she’d kill
you if she knew
You
were still calling me.
You say I’m
the kryptonite to your superman
But I already gotta man
and she’s
been holding you down for so long
But I still answer the phone when it rings
No excuses, I have caller I.D.
Hmmmm, maybe
we are playing with fire.
I have no desire
For you
and
We’d both regret it
The morning after
So go
with this goodnight kiss, we
Need to stop meeting
like this.

the mother in me (anticipating you)

I want to be a mother
I want to nurture and shape a beautiful life
I want to stay up all night calming your spirit
And I want bags under my eyes from not sleeping.

I want to be a good mother
I want to squeeze the milk from my breast
Milk that flows through your bones, from your head to your toes
That helps you to grow into a God-fearing being.

Oh, I can’t wait to be a mother
Sharing in the joys and the pains of this existence
I want to be your best friend, your sista soul, the shoulder you lean on
The one in whom you are always confiding.

I want to teach you RESPECT, like my mother taught me
Of elders, of great and small, of any colour
I want you to learn the lesson in every fall
I want you to be rich in life’s blessings and learn to live through Him.

I want to be the kind of mother mine was to me
And I really want you to fall deeply in love
Weak at the knees, hearts fluttering butterflies from the beginning of something
I ultimately, want to be the grandmother in your family.

I want you to look back on life
Feel contentment at what you have become
I want you to be proud of where you came from
And remember me fondly, for planting the seeds of longevity.

I want so many things and more
For a being I’ve never seen, touched or heard
God grant me the patience to wait for your miracle
And that when it comes, I am the mother I should to be.

slow choke

i'm beginning to uncover the lies
lies that built up this foundation we live on
it's hard to walk now as the earth seems unsteady
what my eyes see is paining me
as i look in from the outside.
scared of your capabilities
as i slowly realize i was won over by deceit
on the inside my heart is playing tug-o-war
i just don't think you will ever understand
it's the principles we live on
it's not the foundation in the you and the me
it's the foundation in the we
yet i continue to build my home
on this uneven plantation
hoping that in time
i forget.

i am wide open.

i feel so lucid, so weak
what is it that is draining me?
what is it?
i try to think on things but it's like there's this signal,
making everything blurry
making everything so foggy and i just can't get a clear view.
i can't even see you.
but i know you're there, but why?
why are you here? why are we?
they're times when i know without a shadow of a doubt
other times the answers are elusive
like a race, i was running off your love but now i move at a slower pace
i'm tired. tired of you?
the answers, where are they?
who has them? should they be sought out?
the truth can be ugly but i'm hungry to know my fate
i am weak in mind body and spirit
my past, your past convoluted
someone is not being fully honest here
i can feel it.