A Poem For You

Notbecause you’ve asked me to

Butbecause my heart deems to want to express

Aburden that it has compress in order to feel safe again

AndI am not upset that it’s kept itself this way

Formany has left it bleeding and beating to beats of hurt & pain

Yetlately, I find my heart healing with you

Notfor what you do, but for what is said between us two

Wecircle around ideas of what can be

Byspeaking of what was and what is

Asif, possibilities of us no longer exist

Itoo am not quite sure, so my uncertainties lead me to my knees

Insearch for clarity of Dreams

Dreamsof you coming home to me from a journey of work that kept us apart for weeks

AndI prepared every second of every minute and every minute of every hour that wewould share before you would have to leave again

Ilong to smell the breath of each word you speak and could really careless if itbrought meaning to our existence

Andthen I woke up, choked up questioning, though it was all a dream….

SometimeI convince myself to believe that I wished to have never met you

Andalso wish to have never continued to keep contact

witha past love that did not love like I love for I was in love

ormaybe in bliss, whatever it was or it is

Tofind us here again, yearning for a kiss, but cannot touch

Refusingto be hugged

Opposingto love, loving me in the same degree

Yesindeed, you have changed, but this man that speaks before me

Oncespoke in the same breath love & deceit

Wonderingif you are capable of these things

Yearshave passed and people do change

yetmy heart still remains the same…

Bleedingfrom the hurt, hurting from the pain

YetI , I still love you and will love you again!

A Slice, A Pie (T&D Signature Wedding Poem)

HE COMPLETES HER THOUGHTS

SHE FINISHES HIS LINES

THEY CREATE WORDS THAT HAVE YET TO BE DEFINE

IN A RYHME WRITTEN BY THE TWO

YOU’LL FIND HUES OF DARK BLUE

DESCRIBING LOVE THEY ONCE KNEW

LOVE THAT USE TO

LOVE THAT COULDN’T DO, WHAT THEY NOW DO FOR EACH OTHER

MORE THEN JUST LOVERS BUT FRIENDS

BEGINNING THEIR JOURNEY AT SLICE

NOT KNOWING THAT THEY WOULD ONEDAY, SOMEDAY, THIS DAY;

BECOME A WHOLE PIE

AND THEY BOTH TOOK A BITE OF THE BAIT

THAT WAS SERVED TO THEM ON THAT DAY

YEAH HE PLAYED IT COOL BROTHER, JUST LIKE A SMOOTH BROTHER

FOR HE KNEW SHE WAS A SOUL SISTUH, NOT LIKE ANY OTHER SISTUH,

WHOM HE WAS SECRETLY WISHING TO KISS HER

AS SHE TOO WANTED TO HOLD HIS HAND TO CO

NNECT WITH THIS MAN

BUT THE GOD IN THEM WOULD NOT ALLOW THEIR FLESH TO SPEAK

SO THEY WROTE MEMOIRS IN POETIC FORM TO EXPRESS WHAT WAS EVIDENT

STILL QUESTIONING IF THIS WAS MEANT TO BE

SHE WRESTLED IN HER HEAD, IF A SINGLE MAN SPEAKING GOD’S TRUTH WITH SUCH AUTHORITY TURNS ME ON… IS IT WRONG?

HE QUESTION IF HIS HEART HAD TRADED PLACES WITH HIS EYES,

FOR THE BEAUTY OF THE SUN HE GAZED INTO HAS SOME HOW LIGHTEN UP

HIS ENTIRE INSIDES.

AND THEN THERE WAS YOU, I AND U, SLICING UP PIES TO A LOVE JONES GROOVE WITH A GOLDEN TOUUCH, NOT KNOWING WHEN UNKNOWN TEARS DRIED UP FROM THE SWEAT THAT WAS LEFT…

Her skillful use of wordplay convince him that she just may be one of a kind… And his ability to respond with his mind and not yet another line made her won’t to give him the time of day, so she slipped him her business card as he played hard by not sweating Ms. Sweat and instead decided to write her a rhyme…

“The heat is on because the time is now. The time is now to cool the thoughts about loneliness and welcome the flame that will help to set off the true love and passion of unity between the two in a consummation that will eliminate the dark blues to purple and red hues… turn up that old gospel tune… for there’s about to be a revival. No need to wonder can we-have a real kinda love?
A sincere and much more than sexual appeal kinda love?
A God-fearing, obeying, only Holy Spirit led, living and giving kinda love?
God as the Head and not the tail...
leading us together so neither one of us fail kinda love. For God is love and He loved us so much that He gave us each other... Therefore what God has put together, let not man, [woman, or thing] put asunder” ~Mark 10:9

Dime Piece

You have disappointed me

Truly... Gravely...

As quick as a drop of a dime

You sold me for gold

Forsaking the new for the old

I told you to wait patiently

but you decided to go off on your own

Convinced that time could no longer bridge the pieces back 

Pieces that were shattered and would never be made whole

Words and rhymes could no longer serve as peace or comforter

My dime 

Understand the speech

Accent discrete

Language a tweet to condense

A complex thought which remains obsolete 

I am a piece that was created to bring peace while exposing a piece of me

The words I teach

To the spiritually weak

Religiously blind

Consciously confused

And demonic minds

See you were my dime

U were the reason I turned water into wine

I wanted to celebrate you

Toast you to the few that made it through

I walk on water to get to you

To get you to believe that fear can't cripple you

Faith must draw you back to sea, back to me

Back to land on your feet

You were that piece that would give me some peace

while showing others a piece of me

Like an instrument

My fingers strung every keys to your existence

And even when you missed a note, or out of tune from a bad stroke

I'd take the time to restore you to my perfect piece as you played and plead from your knees

77 times me I would trade in your

ordinary stories of sins

For extraordinary glories

On how u made it in

See you were more then just a thought which I spoke that brought life by the drop of the first word heard and echoed throughout the earth

I've  allowed you to exist so that u can share the gift of peace by sharing a piece of me

Dime piece

You were my ears and eyes

make souls laugh and cry

cause minds to shift when they come to

the knowledge of the truth

no lies or gimmicks

No tricks or treats

Simply tell them about me

Through your testimony

How you disappointed me

Truly... Gravely...

Still considered you as the dime I prized

The dime I gave my life

In order to give life in hopes that all recognize

For who and why I was bruise
All things were made new
No longer lay in a tomb

I'm alive

Even in this piece 
You are sharing 
To bring peace 
While exposing a piece of me

PEACE

Accountability

Whatever it takes to break free... Get some accountability!

Between you and I

I don't know why my eyes wouldn't dry 
When I heard the news that for a moment u died 

For a moment you lied 
In your sin you believed wouldn't beset you again

It did
This time you can't get rid of the aftermath of yours acts

I take that back, you can

But double would be the death if you would convince yourself to such crime

When I heard you died

For a moment

It forced me to examine my life

Realize that I too was dead

And even though I would want to revive you

Instead I allowed your momentary death to consume me

Where was I  

Why not me

It seems I would always make it out cheating

With both eyes open

Hoping no one will see me decaying to the bones

Picking the skeletons out my closet the moment I have gone to a place of no return

So far out that I no longer know home 

Where I belong

So I roam for a moment in death

Running for help outside myself

Before I finally get caught up in myself

To catch my breath

Step outside of my flesh

So that my spirit can rest

The moment you were able to speak that sin had held you captive was the moment you were set free And that liberated me

Because I haven't been able to get into my account and cash in on the check deposited 

by the carbon copy me

I am a counterfit

Believing no one could really see

When clearly I had a special fund for my fun

Where I can run and momentarily lie

Momentary die and be content in my sin

So now I am withdrawing myself from this equation before I fail

And pray that the repentence of my momentary death will keep me from a permanent hell

Where did love go?
Some say you can find it in the path of a bayou
Where the sun and moon finally decide to meet
Like an eclipse
For a kiss at the bay that reflects in a wave
That there is life that exist
Some say you can catch a glimpse of it
On stage
Not where actors play, but where colors are displayed, merge to recreate, shaded and faded in order to capture a moment in time that was inspired by a beautiful mind
Or maybe one can find it in a
Rhyme were words gets to dance on a page and speak to eyes that will communicate to the wisdom and soul within the members of our bodies
But the reality is many find it in a grave when days have dissipated and yesterday can't be replayed tomorrow is an unsure thing and today is the only present given to us to simply say,

I Love You...