Wednesday, May 15, 2013


A WOMAN that abides in the conduct of her creator gets through life via the power of prayer, worship, meditation and most of all faith. Eyes plasterered toward the hills from whence comes her help. When life and it's unsweetened- dispositions are coursing, her posterity is unchanged. Un-affected by ebb & flow. She simply becomes a harp, magically embracing her posterity of natural Grace, Love, and giving. Taking no account of what her possessions are. It is no wonder she renders the Un-free perplexed of her stance. This I understand. Therefore... Easily, I forgive your aims of misconduct. I Bless you well. Oh yes.. I bless you well that you may come to know freedom from this type of mental slavery. For only in bondage can one act so unkindly toward an Angel of the son of man. My soul sends prayers upward to one greater than all on your behalf. (C) 2013 Logicalpoetist/InkedLogicPatterns INC.

Monday, May 13, 2013

Within and without

There are days I wish that I could forget about all the pain you've caused me but instead it is the love I feel for you, I always seem to remember. I think about the promises unkept, the deceit and envy you seemingly held toward my being. So much so, you lunged to physically harm me. Sadly, I would allow a simple, I am sorry to do. Oh how it rendered me weak for you. As, I accepted Your "blue painted apologies" and there we were again after a day of tiresome battling. We lay cuddling and caressing. Me tightly holding you. You were too complex to figure out, too interchanging, never a consistent shade of grey. Yet, whenever you were red, you remained bergundy the entire time. My once flawless skin now, bares the bruise of your name. My heart once fearless of love now,is a host to scars from the inflicted pain. There are days that, I wish I could just forget about the love I feel for you and remember your wreckage, unacceptance of my goodness, my kindness. Even my demonstrated courage as I glued together pieces of a broken you.. One by fragmented One. Seems You never once thought to yourself that, I did not have to stay when you unleasheded your bombs into the center of my untainted field of hope for us. Not once, did I ever run or, turn away or say, I hated you for not being honest and true. Instead, I cleansed the soot from my heart and marched through the rubble with you. Seeking- just a sip of coolness from some non-existent place of grattitude within you.. Something beyond the whispers of your lips or, your shallow attempt to roll past our troubles. It reminded me of a gangster that does a "drive by" and then, just goes to sleep. Awakening the next day to dress and move about like it, never, ever happened. Your preys may be different but, you are both killers of Loving beings. Today, I am missing you. The you that, you pretended to be when we first met. I fell so deep into the pit of your expected soul.. I wish that, I could just find you again but, the place you've gone is so far away and so unknown. I've searched for you for so long and... The longer, I search the farther away you go and I get away from myself. Finally, I had to just turn around... Heading back toward A love that I know... My internal familiar. A Love that is within and true to me. My soulmate was standing there, awaiting my return with open arms. Accepted me with the bruises and scars from the unexplained war that you proclaimed upon my soul. One by One my Soulmate put me back together piece by shattered piece. Still.. there are days I wish, I could forget about the Love I feel for you. I can't... I know now because my love was and will always be true. My soulmate says lovingly that it is okay for me to feel. My Soulmate lives within me, My soulmate is me, My soulmate says that it's simply how I am built. My soulmate, validates my internal love for you and you... I wonder if you are affirmed by your guilt. I wonder if what I hold within, you now regret being without. (C)2013 LogicalPoetist/InkedlogicPatterns Inc.

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

Things to remember

Things to remember When you openly share your story you are exposing yourself vulnerabily to a world that cannot comprehend it's own creator. EXPECT that people will criticize you for being so honest. REMEMBER.. honesty is the sweet honey taste of realness. REMEMBER... that your writing speaks to your courageous surpass. REMEMBER that your voice struck silence in the face and left a scar on soul. REMEMBER... that you lyrically orchestrated your own healing while others paid someone with three letters behind their name, hundreds of dollars and finished the session still aloof of who they are. When you write your own story and release it to the world REMEMBER that you opened yourself up for your freedom of speech to be mis-understood, mis-construed and mis-interpreted by people unqualified to free themselves. REMEMBER so that you will stay proud that it is you who wrote your story to help the unqualified to be free. (C) 2013 Logicalpoetist/InkedlogicPatterns INC.

Pen womanship

It is here that I wish to thank you "Sister writer" because here in my own space, do I feel safe. This I know you understand "Sister writer." Why it is I feel safe here(my electronic journal)in this place. Found my comfort at the innocent age of eight in a journal given me by Aunty. She said child- I bought this for you since you are so quiet.. but I imagine you have much to say. She was right. Behind the walls of my lost expressions were screams of impotent words like help me, I am hurting. Tears that grew tired of being pushed back so they simply stopped showing up. They are present now that I am writing you sister writer. Gurrrrrl! You have no idea how much you inspire me. You speak to me although we don't even talk. It is in this private message that I wish to thank you because I remember you in a time (early 90's... healing me once when, I was so internally wounded- I was twenty. You wrote me a letter as the result of me sharing with you in your kitchen in Jamaica Plain. I shared with you my brokeness. One week later you put me back together word by carefully chosen and eloquently spoken word. Just the fact that I was still on your mind after... and that you took time out to write me. In that correspondence, You inspired me.. not to quit on me. You told me how special,and how beautiful I was then. You told me that I can make it and that I was able to become ANYTHING and most importantly- loved. Often when you tag me in your musings you are saying these things again.. To the world yes but.. also to me.. When you write RBW sometimes it, is the unlocking even today of, a surpressed voice burried so deeply that I'd forgotten her (my experiences.)Life proudly handed me so much trauma, so young that, I just colored it all grey. Then after 20 plus years of separation.. I found you on Facebok just a few days after I found your now antique letter.How ironic! You did not remember the letter and later courageously confessed that you did not really remember me. So we reintroduced ourselves to the threshhold of a New friendship. (: I read your work and it is so powerful. I share in the joy of your accomplishments when you tell of them. I am inspired by you even within my own accolades from those that see that kind of greatness in me. Yes RBW you are an amazing writer. I mean AMAZING! Your pen speaks to my old crinkled journals at times. Especially when you write about family and Love and GOD. Do you know that you include GOD when you write? I ask only because; I was asked the same and No... I had No idea. I had to go back and read my material after being asked so many times by so many different people. Then.... I saw Christ there, Right there between lines that, I Najai had written. Sister writer this piece is for you because you are My modern day inspiration as a writer. When I was a child it was Nikki Giovani and Maya Angelou, Langston Hughes and Angela Davis. Today... I choose you and I thought it would do your heart good to know the blessing that your gift brings a spirit once so very broken; Now so very blessed! Lunch with you on a trip home to Boston is my modern day wish. Twenty years ago my wish was to sit and talk with Maya Angelou. What do you think about that? By the way. I am scheduled to be there June 25th to July 10th. July 6th is my birthday. Hey they say ask for what you want. I want to have lunch with the humble, sweet talented spirit, Robin Bobbie White. Can you pencil me in? I'd be honored. Lastly, Thank you for choosing to write and share. All the time. You have been a Blessing to me and I am sure many others. Thank you! Najai (LogicalPoetist)Author Thank you Sister writer Dedicated to Robin Bobbie White, Author

Thursday, May 2, 2013

Epiphany before midnight

Epiphany before midnight.. Used to feel bad about loving too hard.. Too strong and too much. Then.. I read the word of God that said Love, is the greatest gift! I realize now that I am full of the greatest gift from the Almighty creator... It is sad that others have become afraid of Gods greatest out pour.. I am powerful with love not weakend by fear... I understand now why my feet stand where, many dare to step. why, I speak boldly when others are silent. Why, I write fearlessly with the voice of my experience.. Caring not what others think. I understand that I, Najai am a force that forms others into complexity just by being me. (C) 2013 Logicalpoetist