I didn’t want to say
But you made it ok

So with trembling hands
And pounding heart
Those words cascaded from my lips
Floated into your ears
And landed in your secret place

Yours was a selfish request
Mine was hope at best
Wellsprings grew and I saw you,
No longer the dream, but before me.

Yet, I walked home alone with you every night,
hearing my footsteps crunching leaves, splashing puddles,
slamming the dry pavement

And the seasons repeat again
Friend

Something has changed
Or nothing at all
And yours remained a selfish request
Now mine has turned to tolerance at best

So I walk home
Alone
With you
But…
I’m gone

I could probably entertain you forever with my philosphy of men, but I won’t (I want you visit back.) Instead I’ll leave you with a silly little list my friend and I came up with categorizing some of the candy we’ve…encountered. Add your own if you’d like.

Peppermints- Church eye candy
Mike N Ikes- Da’ Hood boys
Now & Laters- You know ‘em
Tootsie Rolls- The under cover brother
Circus Peanuts- Little nasty old men
Red Candy Apple- Mama’s Boys
Wax Candy- Best-friend-turned-boyfriend-turned-x-turned enemy
Countrytime lemonade- Summer fling
Sneaky Peak- One night stand
M & M- Mixed Nuts! Run from ’em
Slow Poke- Very Confident, beautiful swagger…can you say ALPHA!

No seed to grow lives here
These are just things
To be

No room to fill here
These are voids
Spaces, negate

No smiles to be seen here
These are the spasms of strain
A force in social nature

No soul to guide resides here
These are the hollows of memory
Forgotten, thoughtless

Draw deep, my breath
Feel all, my soul
Consume more, my eyes
And tell!

Tell what cannot be spoken
The fright of truth
The light to darkness

Freeze not my spirit
For you are unique
You are no citizen to such

So much cannot be
To you all is bursting
Your language ancient
Misunderstood
Devalued

You must retrace
You must retrack
You must unlay the path

These like they
Know not the nature of you
Your roots grow deep
They saw once only your fruit
They see now nothing
Return and begin again

I am woman of great passion, carved from loves core, etched in the finest romanticism, refined in spirituality and armored in justice. I live with the freedom of not recognizing my gender, my race, or age. I am a respecter only of rights and wrongs, not titles and classes. I was formed for evocation and incitation. Like the gourds of heaven, I was built so that much could be retained in order that much may be poured forth.

Everyone walks with such pride today. We look at each other for the first time with valid eyes because for the first time were are equal, we are not labeled units of a whole, but one, just countrymen, my brother, my sister no matter you station, status gender, orientation time of morning, nothing! People walk lighter The Wiz Brand New Day blasts across the office from the desk of a small white male, Someone thought they were Leroy and danced to the off key voices of their coworkers singing Fame’s theme song.

Friendly conversations were had between total strangers. People got to know each other, making the most of the morning commute, risking the chaste smile at other travelers, chivalry was resurrected, the daily frustration seemed a bit worth it. “It’s ok,” the mind cooed, “He won. It’s gone be alright,” and a soul sighed relief. Perchance? Perchance I will see a day when I won’t be just surviving, one more day? A writer’s block was removed from its comfy little corner of the D quad. A young teen waves a celebratory banner on an empty street and emphatically enjoys her one-person parade.

We are teary, scared, hopeful- desperate for this thing to work and work like he said it would. I need more of his positivism more of his common sense to be publicized from 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW, because as does rain- goodness trickles downward. You only need visit Local USA, to see the trickle effect from our former administration. Yes, we walk with pride today because we voted for the investment of our joy, peace and future prosperity in health and economy. We voted to return the power of democracy to…us.

I am a woman of great wealth; for what is mine no one can take. I live with the freedom. I live with hope.

Only two, we call it the terrible stage, feet so small to fit into my palm. It struck him, the circular post, painted a bright white, he stopped in awe taking it all in and as if answering the sirens call, moved in for an appreciative caress taking in the texture the coolness like a summers balm and it dawned on him, this new thing was far greater than his limited perspective and taking a few stumbling steps back, he assessed the absolute girth of his discovery and like a pauper to the lost booty was overjoyed, he ran forward and threw his limited span as far as it would go and beamed with glee, for he had found his love. He was kindred to the science. He would build… and she missed it all. The moment her boy was written as Man in to the books of  “To Come” all because her phone rang.

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I welcome and thank you for your visit(s).  This is just a preamble to explain my material. Like any writer, everything to me is a topic for discussion. But sometimes a situation or site ignites verbal imagination so strong I just cannot ignore it. In these cases, I pull out pen and paper and write- right on the spot. Much of what you will read here or from such instances.

It’s simple in my world: enjoy life’s script, there is so much material. I welcome your comments. Smile!