My Favorite Auntie.... there's a party in Heaven right about now!!

Happy Birthday

Barbara Jo Moore aka Suzy!!!!!

love and STILL MISS YOU..

Nikki Harris (R.I.P.)

Sis... We had one extensive IM conversation. It was couple of weekends ago. You were funny and witty. You ribbed me about eating unhealthy foods while my girl was away. I told you that people loved and missed you as well as your words. Over the years, we've exchanged blog comments and read each others words/works. I was awed and, at times; envied your body of work. You were a fantastic writer. I promised to visit on at least two occasions. I never did. Will never get the chance. I am grateful that G.O.D. allowed us that last conversation. I will take it with me. Everyone questions.... I didn't have to know you well to cry and ask "why".

Sister.. you were funny, witty, creative, one of the best writers I know. You were laughter, insight, thought and an unfinished poem....

Sometimes the young flame out simply because they've impacted enough for for their legacy to live on... G.O.D. believed you've reached the masses, he longed for your touch and called you home. Rest Sister your work is done here....

kdt

BIG CHILL - Strength and Courage

"Being loved deeply by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." Lao Tzu

fridays...

she said i had to die, before i could live.... what she didn't know was i'd been through hell and back and back, and back again...

within hours before the day my eyes could adjust, not to the sight of,

but the idea of her...

september...

thoughts disguised as cirrus clouds chill high
above my mind
resting upon furrowed brow..
each drape curiously soft
like cherub fine curls atop my forehead.
i feel the flittered flutter of
my arch angel's wings
tickling my alter's cerebellum..
we tie feathers, heavy like our weights'
burden,
'round ankles
i skip
and he runs
upon water!
we punch drunk,
ignorance inebrieted
stumble in and out
of one schizophrenic thought to
the manic other.
i am clutching the
remnants of a smile
buried just before summer.
it is rotted and decayed
in the breeze i can smell death
oozing from the sweaty pores of
a life lost just past twilight.
hallowed breaths
race back into time
seeking solitude and loneliness
in the shadowed corner of her womb.
YET
there are cobwebs offering a sweeter
euthanasia
in exchange for her gestation.

contemplation thickens
mind fogs like stratus clouds
crawling across a midwestern skyline..
and i
feel the change of season upon my lips.
it blisters, chafes and chaps.
i once tasted the acridness in the sweetness
of an Indian summer.
chewed the fat with
this and that..
yet i
remained hungry..
famished,
as i have an appetite for autumn's destruction.
september
does not feed
it...

to be continued....

hurricane

she reminds me of thunderous booms and lightening strikes conducting an orchestra within the expanse. mystic misty tears float, coating the blandness within the atmosphere grey. i anticipate her arrival. i count; child like between each bombastic thud and crack of light in the sky. i feel her, long before i ever see her. her arms stretched toward the space between heaven and the last echoed beat of my mother's heart. and like my great grand's memory, until now, gut wrenching laughter and tears in the appreciation of heighten beauty were bits and pieces of a past hidden deeply within hued lavender and blues within the moon’s view. invisible to the naked eye. nonexistent, except in darkness. Her aura, a sycophancy of cumulus clouds and tinted moisture engulfs and lulls me; fawns the deep crimson and auburn of my locs, caresses my ears and sighs undertones audible only in frequencies transmitted between auspicious lovers clumsily fumbling with providence. six counts fade to three. the booming resonance and luminosity drape melancholy in a coat of contentment. Precipitation matures to rain and I am drenched. Covered in the spell of rain falls, vision fails as tears and drizzle meet to dance, again. I see her. she magnificent and majestically complex. she shape shifting colors, shapes and sound. she simply kaleidoscopic and I am engrossed. riveted, i hear colors and taste sound. i have never felt more alive. she my tempest, I am born in her downpour. three fades to one.. BOOM

My Muse.....

I, molten rock, cooled 2 the amber hue of your tawny reds and browns. U wished me 2 & I transformed, fixated on what you needed me 2 become. & I am your thick, rich, fertile, soil allowing U 2 move me, mature me, bear fruits that can only be toiled thru OUR labor.. No, I need not be a weed or flower blowing frailly in the breeze! I shall be sturdy, strong sustaining your rooted faith which grows through me

u the epitome of femininity. desires slip thru careless hands and fingers yearning 4 salvation. Pleading 4 deliverance from murderous desirous intent. a love many men have laid their lives, thrusts swords thru souls, used words 2 pierce bleeding, shattering hearts. How do I call out to, upon u; without the fate of the moon? I, destined 2 cloak, hang, in obscure, utter darkness. separated from my equal, my sun..

in sweet slumber & quiet of night they bond like infinity. at twilight, Luna's charm releases two spirits from one soul; like summer's dew sprinkles upon multi-colored confetti fields of dandelions, grass and lilacs. toes, feet, and legs trickle gingerly upon eqyptian cotton sheets. The brown in their eyes lovingly embrace, long before their arms unfold. lips connect til tint of night peaks at dawn. At first light reluctant, spirited soul bow, bend, melt, soften, and detach intricately, angered by the command of the sun. each beseeching nightfall, yearning to unite and meld once more by the subtle beckoning of the moon.

wear me like your favorite scent. daub me n places others dare dream. supplely stain the lobes of ears with spiny top notes of bergamot & lemon grass. permit me 2 seduce your heart with middle notes of mango & cassis; balance us with instances & moments that reverb & loop, rhythmically n smoky, exotic base & bass guitar notes. the ardor of our fervor hidden, lingering, nourishing aromatically. u & i basic chemistry.

You hold me in hand like a faint whisper, pulling me gently to your mouth. I rest serenely upon the bud of your tongue. You birth me to voice. I am not words, simple utterances and wishes wrapped in tomorrow’s dream of tomorrow. Immortal, I am; as I seek solace and permanence within the moisture of your lips. I beg, no pray of you "dare not speak." we commune telepathically in the patois of ancient g.o.d.s, lost civilizations and mythologies. We are coupled in this lifetime, as we have copiously before. I have not learned you. I have known you. Been weakened by and devoted to you for ages. Before creation of space and time, I have been drunk from your reflection in the Andromeda galaxy. Sat silently while you weaved the tapestries of Greek architecture. With amusement, watched as you played in the sand creating Babel's Tower and the Egytian pyramids. Cried beside you upon g.o.d.'s return as man shunned and spurned his exsistence. I have known you, as I have loved you without barriers or discord. Permit me to bathe and soak in your beauty, if only for this moment. Then I shall slip away without persistence and perish. Give thanks and pray until we are united in our next life. So, right now, Baby, I implore you, "dare not speak."

Grateful...Thankful.. Appreciative..

growth thru pain

purging

the future

an old friend who made it back home

my village

my bloodblood disguised as friendsmy everything....

my every every things

And, yes......

G.O.D. Answers all prayers....

on trees and scripts..

you know that. now the world knows. i will always love you.... we are in transition.

i am loving her.... it is growing.

i love you, both. differently.

i have loved you, as you have loved me for a very long time. for so long that i, no, WE forgot who WE are... individually and collectively.

i am loving her and allowing her to love ME back to the ME i once was.... the one i forgot. the one that is easy and breezy. cool and calm... goofy. happy to be alive. just me.

yes, i was happy with you. my happiness has been redefined. as yours has....

no, it wasn't hers, yours, my or our fault... it's time and seasons. i will always love autumn.

you caught me at a time when i could not, would not love myself in a healthy manner. i really believed i could. i really wanted to. for that i am sorry.

she caught me at a time when i wasn't looking for anything. not one thing. and now, well. i have possibilities.

u and i took a chance. we took a huge chance. we were both hurt. i could never heal your pain. you could never love my hurt away. hurt people can't love until they heal. we had to grow through it. welcome to the other side of our hurt and pain. who would have thought this would be the result?

thanks for the healing... thanks for the shade. you are still my tree, my ELM. and i will never cut the branches or trim you back... only two things will remove you from my life. You or God.

it's been a long strange journey... it has been a bumpy ride. i wouldn't change it for the world..

it, our lives and where we go from here can only become strangely stronger.... no one defines us, they never have....

thank you for being my friend and supporting me... even when my path does not appear to include the "WE" we always envisioned..really..

thanks for allowing me to open another chapter in my life. no one but a FRIEND could do so.

i love you...