CAN WE TALK…

So happy

so anxious

to devour
Your

words.

Did I detect
a Tone
Somewhat

concerning.

You feeling that
I didn’t really know

Who you are
And What

We could Be?

Fragments of conversations

From phone calls
so long
Ago.

Hold on now gurl, you have been this Way

Before…

But I rush

forward

Relishing

The words.

The sounds

The smells.

Libras you know

Love Luv

Seek Beauty

Revere Balance.

In a perfect world

(Or Quebec)

That might work.

But You

Brought back

my Smile

The quickening

in my chest

The swing

in my Walk.

You brought

back

ME.

Defenses way

Way up.

Been hurt

so many damn
Times Before.

By Men with

Another Woman

Or Two

Even an unloved

But very much

Present

Wife.

I am cautious.
I am critical.
I am impatient.
I am demanding.

But I am also

Ready.

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised… Or Posted on Instagram, Twitter or Facebook

WE interrupt this broadcast to bring you an important message!
The Revolution will NOT be televised
or posted on Instagram
or Facebook
or snap chat
or twitter.

Brother Gil Scott sounded the alarm

Malcolm and Martin

already gone

Huey. Fred. Angela. and countless unnamed Others have led the charge

For dignity.
Community.
Free food.
Brotherhood /sisterhood.

A Voice.

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

The Community of Brothers Behind Bars
serving time
for victimless crimes
must be freed.

Enrollment at

Instituitions of Higher Learning

must replace crack dens,

Measuring grams,

Driving while black,

Killing of our boys and men

Wake up! Wake up!
Social media is not real
it is a Medium
designed by the 10 percent
for control of the 90.

Anesthetizing Our Youth

Dulling Their Brilliant Minds

Gaming Gaming

Does Not Rule.

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

We have already lost too much Time.

Vietnam /PTSD /Homelessness /Brother can you spare a Dime?

Visiting your baby daddy in

Lockup has become a Thang.

Abusing your Queen has

become a Thang.

Shooting Sperm in Multiple

Girls has become a New

Sport.

Fatherless children the result.

Wake Up !Wake Up!
We Need You.
You are the hope
the light
the Original Rib.

To get to the Future
We Have to Look to the Past.

WE Were the Kings /the pyramid builders/ the Mathematicians/the blood transfusion inventor
…the doctors…the lawyers
And Soldiers who helped SAVE our Native American chiefs.

Do you know Your His-tory /Her-Story?

Anthony/Benjamin/Tyrone/ Rashad/Khalif/Isaiah/ Testimony/Derrick/ Jason/Kendrick/Brother Sean

You are the fruit we have borne.
Do not ripen on the Vine.
Countless numbers are Already Gone.

YOU are OUR Future
Our Kings /Warriors /Griots /Musicians.
Rulers of Obama Nation

The REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED THE REVOLUTION WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

But Will Be Brought To you
Live and …In LIVING COLOR.

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WE interrupt this broadcast to bring you an important message!

The Revolution will NOT be televised

or posted on Instagram

or Facebook

or snap chat

or twitter.

Brother Gil Scott sounded the alarm

Malcolm and Martin were already gone

Huey and Fred and countless unnamed Panthers have led the charge

For  dignity

community

free food

brotherhood /sisterhood

A Voice

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

The Community of Brothers Behind Bars

serving time

for victimless crimes

must be freed

Instituitions of Higher Learning

must replace crack dens,

measuring grams,

driving while black,

killing of our boys and men

Wake up! Wake up!

Social media is not real

it is a Medium

designed by the 10 percent

for control of the 90

Anesthetizing Our Youth

Dulling Their Brilliant Minds

Gaming Gaming does Not Rule

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised

We have already lost too much Time

Vietnam /PTSD /Homelessness /Brother…

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Ladies, Let’s Take Another Holiday from Men

Heather Headley knew what she was talking about…

Me time, not some Him , not some You, but some ME Time...

We all need it

A break from the Routine

Work, Cook, Clean, Kids, School, Bills, Repeat.

Me Time

A space occupied by

ME, Myself and I .

A bottle of wine,

pint of Chunky Monkey

Family size Lays,

And the remote.

Not selfish

Or self absorbed

Just taking a break

To recharge

To regroup

Reboot

To get my Sh** together

Time.

Babe, are you listening?

She cranks the stereo up

“All things being equal
I always put you first
You know that I’ve been down for you
Through better and through worse

Hon, its the Playoffs…

I’m trying to watch the Game

All things being equal
Boy, I’ve been more than cool
So it seems only natural
To expect the same of you.”

And the fellows are coming over

Did you make the chili and hot wings like I asked you?

Now, I’m not trying to start nothing
I like things drama free
But there won’t be nothing to stop
If you keep sweatin’ me

Why you always wait ’till boys night to start nagging Me?

Me time, Babe

I Need some

Manicure

Pedicure

Deep pore Facial

Hot Stone Massage

Lavender Bubbles

Check into a Marriott

Luther and Kem

Red light in the Basement

Silk pajamas one size too big

Phone on Do not Disturb

New batteries in my toy

Time.

“I need some Me Time

That’s All

That’s All”

Comments Welcome. Thanks for Taking the Journey!

Fulfilment’s First Finale

Crumbs from a bagel were your

intro line.

It startled, suprised and pleased

me all at the same time.

I had to laugh as the response

from Me…a wordsmith…would

not come.

The invite to join you at an

outdoor table…

your favorite coffee spot

Proved to be irresistible.

All I could say was Yes.

The conversation was New.

The conversation was Articulate.

The conversation was Spiritual.

It ended with a promise

That I knew would be a Beginning.

Searching for love.

For the one ordained

to complete me

Can be exhausting, disheartening

and damn right hard.

But I remain hopeful

Like thrice married Janie from

Their Eyes Were Watching God (The greatest Black love story of All)

Looking, longing at the pear tree

wondering when She would

Find her true love.

I knew when I drove away that

sun speckled morning

The Creator had

placed you in my path

Had sent that playful smile

with the sometimes

Serious tone

My Way.

Your resonant voice,

your boyish charm,

your physical Manliness

Remained with me

throughout my day.

And I knew then

I Could Love You.

I Should Love You.

And if it is His Will

I shall love you.

HAVE YOU EVER

Heard a voice so distinctive it made you feel vibrations within your very soul

Have you Ever
Looked into a mirror reflection of yourself and witnessed the same joy, laughter, heartbreak, pain

Have you Ever
Wanted that feeling of exquisite passion that only his hands, his lips can bring

Have you Ever
Waited patiently/ impatiently for the phone to ring signaling the beginning of Your/His day

Have you Ever
Dressed and undressed black shoes? Red? high heel? Low?

seeing his eyes caress your clothed body and nod

Have you Ever
Wished that time so precious and everlasting would rush by like a bullet train hurtling you into His arms

Have you Ever
Touched yourself the way he touches you probing, searching for his explosive presence inside of you

Have you Ever
Laughed so loud / so hard at the same exact moment even though you are miles and miles apart

Have you Ever
Prayed fervently thanking HIM/HER for crafting the other half of you
Have You Ever

Cried silent tears, listening to him read powerful emotional words written for a lost love

Have you ever, Have you ever,

Yes, She Has

WORDS FAIL

The pop up calendar reminds me

Going South this week.

A mocking reminder

of what was

Supposed to Be.

Suitcases packed

Mail put on hold

Neighbors alerted to have

a watchful eye.

Friends bid adieu around

a final flavorful meal.

And then

The Words.

Words fail.

Words hurt.

Words remind.

Words start wars.

Words Destroy.

But ….. Libra

Words give hope.

Words uplift.

Words empower.

Words transform.

And a Single Word

From on High

Can

Move Mountains.

Words fail me

The expression goes.

Speechless. Muted. Silenced.

Nothing left to say.

The curtain closes.

The sun completes its descent.

Words fail.

But

My Heart Smiles.

She Wants A Man Who…

Has good Conversation

gives Stimulation

shows Motivation

Cause clothes/rings/cars mean nothing to her

What can you Add to me? What can you Add to me? (Ledisi)

Now Cardi b wants a man who

Doesn’t stutter after certain questions

or keep in contact with certain exes

while liking pictures and returning texxxts.

Care for me, Care for me. Better treat me carefully. Live your life of course. Get what he’s dying for. But be careful with me. Not a threat, Its a warning.

Ledisi wants a man who

Will Take all her scars

and her broken heart

Promise he will Cover her

Love her when things get too hard

Show her that she’s his everything

Love her All the Way…All the Way.

She knows she’s not Perfect

But she’s Worth it

And she Deserves it

She will give Everything to him.

If he makes her believe

That he

Loves her

All the Way… All the way

Heather wants a Man who

is holding her tight

and wishes she could go back

to the day before they met

and skip all the regret

Wishes she wasn’t in love with him

So he couldn’t hurt her

Phyllis Hyman wanted

a Man Who

Will Meet me on the Moon

Soon as he can

In the middle of the Sky

So they can sail upon the breeze

To the Everlasting moment of love.

You’ll be my love and I’ll be yours too. Fly into my love. That’s what I need. So My spirit can be Free

And Adele wants a man like the one she Had.

Never mind. I ‘ll find someone like you. Don’t forget me I beg. Sometimes it lasts in love. But sometimes it hurts instead.

And He Wants…

He wants…

SOMEONE ELSE.

( Lyrics by Ledisi, Cardi b Adele, Heather Headley and the late great Phyllis Hyman)

…dissected and reconstructed by Yours Truly.

Love and Light.

Comments always Welcome.