NEEDY

 

I don't feel lonely

sometimes just Need the company

the company to accompany the silence

interrupt the violence plaguing in my mind

Need to hear another breath besides mine breathing rhymes

Need to see the touch of hands

Need to feel the site of another human wanting to survive life in order to live again

even though we're barely breathing

Need life to want to live

Need to give life to a rib that isn't my own

yet I roam with a depleting heart

could barely feel me bleeding half to death

because flesh is Needing to rest in a nest that is not my home

Need to be alone in the company of thoughts in search of shalom

Need space within my space to allow dreams and visions to grow

destiny to show denial that favor and promise overflows

Need to know if these lines are simply rhymes that are entertaining current state of minds

or are minds enlightened as I state these rhythmic lines

Need to know that I am not wasting time

your's or mine

Need light to shine

Need songs and cries

Need love that doesn't lie

Need hate to die...

but if it is

that I stood here

for you to hear

3 minutes of me

to Need you to BE

I Need you to stop

stop Needing me to be your mouthpiece

your heartbeat

your tapping feet

your clapping hand

your minstrel dance

I Need you to stand and speak

"The Word. The Truth. The Need!"

#JUSTUS4TRAYVON

Poem Dedicated to Trayvon Benjamin Martin ® Dasha Saintremy

The Verdict is in...

And I can't pretend that I'm not shock as well as heartbroken from another gavel that seems to pound on our legacy of our lost identities

Another black tragedy is taken lightly as if we still cease to exist in the midst of those who got us here and I am fully aware of the unfair systematic system

But for once I was just wishing that it would be JUST and live up to the motto in God we Trust

Yet the judgment we sought wasn't the judgement we fought for... so where is the  justice for us.  

I'm convinced that the defense had to buy into a lie just to get a piece of a pie that was already sliced for them. When will we Win?

The Verdict is in...

And there are many feelings that overwhelm this nation today... 

On how a black boy can't even walk the streets too late... 

On how a hoody translates to a gangsta/ hood life display...

On how skittle and ice tea is a weapon that would lead to our demise... 

Let us not be weary... Let us be wise... 

That riot and looting, fires and shooting will not bring back the life of Trayvon Benjamin Martin.

The Verdict is in...

And If i could have the view from the bench

where I can see into the eyes of 6 women

Allowing a guilty  man free

Perpetuating modern day lynch spree

Making the statement that its ok to stand your ground if your life is threaten by some skittles and some ice tea

I would simply hang up my robe, give up my seat, join in the protest that the system was not meant for me... 

As for his verdict... Let him go free, understanding that true freedom is from the Almighty.

The Verdict is in...

Wrestling with feelings of what should we do and what can be done... We search for meaning to justify this one, we find more reason why we have yet overcome and we march towards Justice... Justus... Just Us, until victory is won!

"Just Us 4 Trayvon"

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IN THE CIRCLE OF LIFE

a woman is at the center
stretching her arm long and wide
to embrace all that she has carried and birth
her bosoms are filled with nourishment
that will last for centuries
over ten generational offspring
who may never know her name
the air that she once breathed
now fills their lungs as they inhale the gas whisper… SURVIVE!
It's no mystery to them
why they must
why they have
and the only uncertainty
is that they will
Exhale…
her struggles are the stairways towards heaven
her strife is of her unspoken glory
her story must be told
if there is anything lost that can be found
on her existence would be
her sweat, her tears
which flourished the circle of life

little girl sips

Little girl sits in a chair next to a teacup that she will sip and tell story

Of make believe on how she believes that she will be a princess

And her prince will sweep her away on a chariot as they ride into the sunset

Of happily ever after

And her childhood laughter is matured into the adolescent teen who slips into her mother’s close to appear much older then she really is only to capture the attention of a boy who may never notice her

Stuffing paper ball in her bra to arouse the playful balls in his pants

Not knowing now what she will later know then that he’s not trying to be her boyfriend

He just wants the bragging rights that he was the first to make it in

As he expose her promiscuity to the entire school who lied about losing their virginity

She grows up to ignore the rumors of her being a whore a slut a bitch that would put her lips on any stick that grows longer then 6 inches and some of you are twitching because you are uncomfortable to here the truth about this girl but truth is you still crave to hear more, because you can relate to her

So here she is at 22, college bound but still does not know what she wants to do with her life

So she drops out attempting to be someone’s wife, bare some kids only to find herself at a dinning table sipping on some tea at 33 believing she could never be what she once dreamed

The princess waiting for her prince to come sweep her away into the sunset on a chariot

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