INTERCEDENCE

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.

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.

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

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

BLUE BANK ROUND

Early morning when the sun yawned I stood awed... engaged by its gaze at the underworld. My insides felt like gold- Skin stating boldly that the richest gold is BROWN Staring at myself in the reflection of the liquid bank of blue that surrounds me. No sound- Other than the sound of Silent peace. Present the scent of fresh life. While peace yet still... Blue bank doing an ancestoral spirit dance. The fore parents speaking. Lending direction and guidance both mine ears. In turn My heart whispered.. "the spirits are moaning It said. Indeed... it's rebirth time. I SHOUTED to the ancestors "Give me wings while I breathe!" Let me dance while in life. May I stand tall while I rest. Affirm me if I doubt! Let me become you- An ancestor with a legacy When it's over. Let me speak back everlastingly to my legacy so I know when I am home- (C) 2013 Logicalpoetist

Naked

Won't dress up my writing with fancy lines or curves. Refuse to Sugar cote my Salty words. Cannot give of myself in it's entire depth if, I pretend to have never been broken inside. Denied admissions that indeed I've cried. Couldn't act as though I've never known pain or, been on the brink of losing my mind. Clutching tightly those spurts of energy borrowed from my inner child who was whispering- "I think I can." I have taken it all off. stripped down, bare skinned. Stood mercifully before you in hopes of making clear blured vision and... warped opinions of my reply to life. What I place down on these pages is confidence. Honesty is never unsure of it's destiny. It will always land erectly in truth My writing may never make every soul's acquaintance nor meet their apppeal. Yet, unfailingly will impress upon it's audience what is real. My writing... The one thing that never dies a death within me. Literal Savior that blankets; un-bent, aged, lines that speak from it's Elder soul of the inner me. Humble.. The one thing I vow to always be. False pride I commanded.. "let go of me." (Screaming) "you've been replaced by my epidome!!!" Won't dress up my writing with fancy lines or curves Offering you crusts of the outer earth of me. Instead.. I deliver unto you the center me Alpha & Omega ME equals the sum total of the equation My writing plus me... Infinite

Good Morning! Blessings to all that grace your presence and decide to leave your verbal print on my page. I am so excited about Life, Love, family and friends this morning. Thankful that you all have traveled with me into this present time. Life is a gift! Each day we are granted in life is another OPPORTUNITY TO TAKE ON POSTURE! Say it aloud! Lord I thank you that you see in me a reason for me to be. Decide what things within need to be improved and commit to making the necessary repairs to your attitude and actions. There is nothing.. And I mean nothing to hard for God to help you with. There are no restrictions, no shackles on your ability to put forth your best. Your only restriction is unwillingness. Three things that we all need to move forward Honesty, an open mind and the willingness to do and have both. Willingness to be both and willingness to be willing. So willingness is most necessary! Each year as I get older these 3 afford me the gift of wisdom. It has become addicting to be willing to always take my personal inventory. It is of more value to take a look at me and see what I can do better than to put my energy into you and what you can do better. Although ultimately we are responsible for one another to a degree. We are responsible to self to every degree. Take time to Love God by acknowledging that there is a God in you who wants to see you at your best. Every day that you are blessed with life see it as; yet another opportunity to do your best. Fulfill a dream, make a change, apologize to someone that lingers in a broken heart because something you may have said or done. Forgiveness of self is necessary in order to see the Beauty that lies within. Beauty is within you!!! Be ye forever Blessed in Love, health and greatness!

Process of Determination

It is spring within my soul yet it's brisk.. Internal storms rage.
Rebukes all blame.
Trying to change what's been the same old
same.

Forty five times three hundred-sixty five.
Fractionally seven times..
The opposite of heaven split so un-even,
Child within screaming~I know u remember but I must ask..
why is the present identical to past?
Mirrors glare blank stares of moments that don't last.
Just upstaged attempts to heal
leave the past the past.

Dreams born in the midst of threats to kill them.
And me... I am determined to spill them.
Unbending my back. Standing up straight despite all odds.
Focusing on the God that's within me...

Hurts no less and still stains me blue.
Fistful of faith still carries me through.
Hands that cannot be seen upholding me.
Gentle voice against my lobe.. I am listening...
Whisperings of encouragement battling at and
Against discouragement.
Deciding to stay with it.
My determination-

(C) 2012 Logicalpoetist

Wait and you shall see

Just want to ask. how can one not be excited about life. The more life, I live the more I realize the presence of GOD. We are never without a way out. As I sat this morning taking in the teachings of my Pastor here in Dallas TX. Many things crossed my mind. Mostly, that I am an amazing result of things past.
Looking back over my life, I find appreciation for all the experiences that I have. Not just the good seasons but the worst crops. Sometimes, life will let us know, that we are reaping from seeds not sown by ourselves. Sometimes, despite all efforts made to be loving and kind to our neighbors in the world, some neighbors are outright nasty to us. I say waste not time worrying about it.

Pray for them. Continue showing them love and mercy as God does us.

Amazing results come out of this act. I tell you from personal experience. I have a library of references buried in my heart and embedded in my soul. At times, despite praying it can feel that the Lord is not listening because the situation does not seem to be improving. I tell you that GOD's silence is not equal to ignorance. In due season,revelation comes that while He appeared silent, he was working things out for the favor of your life. Stay always faithful in your higher being and know that your woes are making attribution to you win! Be Blessed always

(C) 2012 Logicalpoetist