My words don’t know the difference between edification and truth
So wisdom navigates the delicate nuances between the two
I press my lips tightly together when I know my mind hasn’t quite made it
To the place in which my mouth can speak, not words that kill, but words of exhortation.
Because sin doesn’t end with the multiplication of words
So let your conversation be full of grace, so that you may answer the herds
Of people that will seek you, trying to reach the peak YOU
Govern this mountain!
They wish to devour you and sift you like wheat YOU
Stand sharp like the sword you were created in heat.
From her mouth she speaks wisdom and when she’s silent she is wise
Sometimes the best response is to bow your head and close your eyes.
Untitled
I wasn’t slapped in the face
but the shock made me feel like I was
I wasn’t kicked
although pain was present in my stomach
you didn’t choke me
but when you cross my mind I get a lump in my throat
you didn’t stab me in the chest
yet somehow my heart was broken.
You never laid a finger on me
yet I still felt abused
Where do you hold this secret power?
the Olympian facade to rigid to break through?
When the weight of it is too heavy,
do you drag it behind you?
How did you acquire it?
what was its cost?
A few broken promises?
Or did you exchange it for what you lost?
Do they all weight the same?
Do you collect them in a bag or chess,
returning to visit them do you understand the pain?
Do those memories excite you?
Do you feel some kind of shame?
If you had the chance to do it again
would you do it just the same?
These questions without answers
sometimes they trap me in my thoughts.
forcing me to relive the torture
of loving someone who was never taught
how to return the love like . . .
I didn’t ask for anything spectacular or anything you couldn’t achieve.
I just expected you to be exactly who you said you would be.
Anyone Like You
Caught off guard without protection
Left open and unaware, under your subjection
Not knowing why or how I got into this position
But its different with you, I have no fear of submission
It hasn’t been that long since we first met
Yet there’s something so familiar and I’d be willing to bet
That you are willing and you are able and its possible you feel
Okay with giving up your live for in favor of Gods will
I wonder where this will go, will it work or will you forget who.
Its okay if only for a season or forever, I’m just glad to have met you
Your security has kept me, I’m intrigued by the God inside you
I look forward to the day when I can stand beside you
Wait am I ahead of myself in my thinking about this situation?
Let me bring it back, smh, we only had a few conversations.
Which is crazy in itself, because, I think you feel like I do!?
But rest assure that in my life…there hasn’t been anyone like you!
God is in me
Music
Like a strong bass drum
Your voice vibrates
My chest, strumming every vein
Filling me with hope joy and promise
Lifting my spirits every time I hear
That tone, I glance at my phone
To see those wonderful messages
Sweet messages like my grandma’s potato pie
I like to have one all to myself is how
I want you
Up close and personal zooming in
On your thoughts hoping they become
Your actions and lead you straight to
I will be waiting with open arms
Ready to greet my future, I play along
Hitting high notes and every thing
In between our meeting is
like a song only you
and I can sing.
5 words that describe me
I
Compassion, concern for the sufferings
of others fuels my drive I am
motivated by challenge.
Addicted to making a difference
slave to my dreams, servant to
my brother, sister, different mothers
its all the same needs desires love
when translated I better understand how
can I be of assistance to you?
II
Inspiration surrounds me, I pull it
from thin air blue tooth, I
interpret it with graphite on paper,
words on a blog,
ink on somerset velvet
or in a Haiku like
Autumn leaves crash down
Colliding into the earth
What a lovely mess
III
Vision, like hind sight I have 20
20 or more I could imagine a
world full irony however can’t imagine
not achieving each and every
one I utilize every opportunity to
advance, succeed and grow
Not ignorant to judgmental words, I use them
as seeds. They grow alongside my dreams
then I separate the parable of the weeds.
IV
Purpose, the calling, I chosen
my worth, given me before
the foundations of the earth.
not based on wealth, material
things, not even by my knowledge
or things that I’ve achieved
I am here for a reason, not
to be discarded or cast to the
side. Hand picked like a ripe tomato.
V
Strength knowing where your
weakness lies working on the
unknown I understood it best
when Mr. Blue Period sed
dat ting ‘bout doin’ su’in he cain’t
do ta learn how ta do it.’
I’m trying everything.
Perspective
This one is a performance piece I formatted for this blog. I wrote this in response to the “ratchetness” I’ve seen on social media and in public. It’s not meant to bash women, rather help them see themselves from another perspective. Hope you enjoy!
I can tell you’re blinded that you can’t even see
Cause you’ll look in the mirror and still come out
barely clothed when only it’s 10 degrees
Really who are you trying to impress?
Cause if he took a second look would he find
anything worth keeping underneath that dress?
When he searches your heart will he find an empty shell,
encased in an bad body b**** with a short temper,
mouth and attitude from hell.
I wish you could see you the way God sees.
Cause baby you’re better than money
on the light bill, or a number two at KFC
Come up a level and get a moral compass
you’ll find it in your heart between “I don’t have to accept that”
and “I’m worth more than this”
I don’t need to be in the club every weekend
to know that you went. Heck you post so many pictures
on Facebook like it was time well spent.
Posting pics of you in the mirror
what they call em “selfies?” Switch it up girl
next time you should post a picture of your degree/s
I’m sorry, I’m sorry this is not what I was trying to do..
But you’ve given me so much ammo
I had to load and shoot
If you don’t want to change, don’t! The world needs you
to BE diverse, but don’t get upset when you find yourself
the subject of a rap for verse
Talking about “f that b,” “ass ass ass,” and
“All them b’s is ratchet.” If it walks like
a duck, sounds like a duck, then girl why are you quaking?
Oh I get, I’m sorry, it’s what’s trending
Like # # # # # # dot dot dot
When is that mess ending?
Come up a level occupy your mind
Instead of “oh girl did you see that nigga
damn he was fine!”
Come up a level I’m trying to elevate you
Cuz when you’re elevated you can step out of your mess
and you’ll be looking back like EEWWW
Sounding like Steve Urkel “did I do that”
Yes girl and it was plain to see
that you were so off track
There’s no power in “how loud can I get”
or “how quick can I respond.” The real power
lies in your ability to control your tongue.
There’s nothing cute about getting drunk, stumbling
and slurring your words. Oh you’ll be sure to catch something
and I’m not talking about in the sense of a verb.
But more like a predicate, as in
a necessary condition of a consequence,
like what you receive is really based on what you get
Did I just lose you? Here let me make it plain cause I want us all to win.
When you dress up, rather, when you just down to your bare skin
how are you going to demand that he respect the woman within
Because you laid it all out there
for everyone to see. So behind closed doors
or between the sheets there’s still no sense of privacy
Ladies respect yourself first and everything will
follow suit! But if you’re reading this and you’re thinking
it’s about you. Then leave a comment just below
and we can talk it through.
Sojourn
i
Madness, struggling for air, fighting
for her voice, being heard is obsolete
out dated. She has missed the opportunity
to influence, invoke change. Again losing grip
on herself she didn’t hold, couldn’t hold.
Letting go of more than her body, she let go
of power, chances, another life’s pressures
temptations, the silent enemies or allies
wanting, needing, kneading his body.
Brick walls, deaf ground, hardened clay
his mind her chisel, she’s kneading needing
green stick. One chance, two chances, three fathers
four chances, five children. In blissful ignorance
she moves without sight. Assured in the unseen,
surely this time will be different. Insanity.
ii
Slow, ignorant, blind to reason
avoiding any truth, smart in his own head
but can’t she teach him? try to reach him?
Its not her place. Confusion consumes
her she was made, helpmate, for this
abide, abide, abide
to tolerate to dwell to withstand, await
stagnant soiled in her own filth
she finds comfort. It’s safe here.
Good intentions, fighting His vision
knowing what lies lie ahead
free will superficial thrills shallow
hollow emptiness.
Fear of missing what could be, this Boaz?
or is he just Bo’s ass? Led never leading,
you want to follow the blind? She hesitates.
iii
Lost, conviction like, page
not found. Loading loading
holiness unable to find
the issues root, searching for a
server, worthy of His name.
That one nasty, prophecy true?
Who knows she goes deeper
further bull stubborn will she
return? “Don’t go back there girl,
you can come here.” Inhale pause
idle minds takeover, rebellion no rest
no deliverance from this hole
stuck in love failed at love left
the love God is. Replaced it with
good smelling hugs, strong embraces
soft kisses and ignorance. Not
a fair trade, but she paid what it
costs, bet on black. Lost.
Welcome
I’ll try to keep this brief.
I express myself through numerous artistic, linguistic and rhetorical methods. This is my first attempt at blogging as well as sharing my writing with others on a platform such as this. I welcome critiques and feedback, in hopes that it may improve upon my work and technique. During the process of sharing I hope to encourage and influence others to try something new, and expose people to my writing style and artistic expression!
Lenora
precisely poetic 