Black womyn

A Black woman

can never be confined

by mere words

Webster does her no justice

she is a soul of indescribable power

do your thing black woman

you are sensitive but strong

and have become successful

through your failures

you bathe in the sun of your family

they are the radiance of the sun in you

black woman do your thing

you work and never tire

setting a flame stereo typical beliefs

that say you are the weakest link

black woman

you are what starts

and finishes the chain

go on black woman

I noticed your hands black woman

when you dropped to your knees

folded them uttering prayers

blessings of mercy came

pouring down

as a result

upon your children

black woman

you are powerful

black woman

who else besides you

peels the skin off the truth

and gets everyone together

the weather depends

on your forecast

black woman

you set the tone

of leadership with your dignity

and confidence

the world cannot make sense

of your subdued posterity

how you say so much

without ever saying anything

there is no more of a

misinterpreted being

than you my beautiful

sister and queen

than

mama

than

Nana

grandma

who has gone now

than me

all black women

we will always do our thing

don't hate us love us

accept us

because we are the ones praying

and holding up the spiritual walls

preventing your fall

into bottomless pits

our prayers sent you epiphany

so stand on the sidelines

clapping and shouting...

go on black woman

do your thing

photo by Amsterdamn/not used for profit

(C) logicalpoetist October 2009

Silouette Faces

Image by Merlespar

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Oh I can for you

tilt my head

drink your rushing words with eager lips

paint my mouth for you a vibrant red

trace your brows with shaking finger tips

you recite your list

of loves to me

As I laugh and marvel,

with rapturous eyes

you laugh back

can you ever see

the thousands of deaths

my heart has died

believing so well that I know my part

gay as morning

light as snow

yet all the taunting

things within my heart

you never try to know

oh I can for you be jolly

when we meet

as you tell fresh tales

of your adventuring

I am delicately discreet

in your ear whisper

songs pleased at your delight

wondering do you want all of me

raw and true

blind staring eyes of night

In search of novelty

you stray off

kiss you passionately as you go

what happens inside my heart

when you stray, these things

you will never, ever, know-

(C) logicalpoetist May 1995

Soaking in Somber...

It is the most somber

days bringing uncomparable

gifts of peace

seek, find refuge upon a cloud

in a grey sky

trees journeying through

change dispurse

array of color

tepid waves of solace

is here for a time

the time of now

basking in now

savoring the experience

not of what's gone by

of what can be made

of now

(C) logicalpoetist October 2009

Soul

Now the sun rises in a soul
long lost soul that felt
only the coldest of winters
splinter thin icicles suspended
from chords of vocality
as angry verbiage and infliction
of brutality weakened an esteem

Now the sun rises in a soul
never knew that the rivers
and waters were troubled
contaminated from pollution
inflicted in a tender time
a time called childhood

who has taken the time
to listen and understand

people yet seek to

be understood
that's just the way it is
in the hood

So the children grow
unattended to
raising themselves
trying to create a way out

homicide, suicide, selling
and buying drugs and guns
to use in their own neighborhood
resulting in genocide

somehow not all were swept
some were kept by morals
gained during that same
tender time,
keeping their heads
lifted toward the sky

some referenced
and inquired how to aspire
despite the most
horrible of circumstance

Now the sun rises in a soul
Soul's mother
danced her last dance
with a heroin shot
to her veins
what is heroic about that

Souls father
found dead in an ally
faced down suffocated
in his own blood
shot... because he messed
up a gangsters money
selling crack

Souls siblings all scattered
through out the system
yet soul kept referring back
to lessons taught earlier on
when granny was alive
Soul chose to abide

Now the sun rises in a soul
rise soul rise also in the sun
reference but never look back



(C) logicalpoetist October 2009

Self's Song

Can you see the beauty that you posses

will you caress your confidence,

finesse your acceptance

of self

Has your mind seen the supremacy of your being

because your sight could not comprehend

and then.....

Did you stop and say

that God sends the perfect you

the vital you

that can only fulfill the purpose

given you...

and at that moment

did you embrace that you are all that you need to be

that it's not what other's see that make you who you are

but its the who that you believe that you are

that matters...

It is crucial to see that you are a beautiful being exactly as you are

If you are not loyal to you

then who will be

We can only survive on other's love for so long

A song does not run out of words or melodies

if so it would not be a song

love long, love hard, love you

like you loved that person that you gave everything to

and who scorned your soul in return...

Yearn... yes burn

then soothe

and cool

in a pool of self acceptance.

You've never had a bath like this..

Lay your head back and relax in your self confidence

that you can and will not just be

man or a woman

but that you will dent your heals in every grain of sand possible.

Residual dew will remain from the waters you've poured into life

long after your gone

Can you see why I go on and on

encouraging you to love thine self as you are

and if there is something about

you that makes you sad-

Change it

because

you

are worth it!

(C) logicalpoetist October 2009

Exit To an Entrance

That closed door was the entrance

at first I could not tell.

As I walked through it I was sad

My head hung low

my knees weak my throat

filled with lumps

eyes overflowing with water

Just like that it was over

I sat and I wondered what my next move should be

I did not have the power nor the key to my destiny

Never once did I consider his

will

just my way

My fight became a battle and I felt like I'd lost

so tired of the foe that I drifted off into a deep sleep

dream dream dream

did I

about a beautiful life

flowers all around me so rich in color so loudly scented

looking ahead there was a beam of light

from it came a voice

it said do not fret, for everything is really alright

follow me without care of where I lead

think of this journey as a trust

fall

know that I will catch you indeed

placing one foot in front of the other

I followed the beam of light

guided by the powerful voice

I came upon a door

It appeared to be the same door that I'd last walked through when I was awake

the beam of light went through first and quickly disappeared

as I walked through

there were people

lots of beautiful people

they looked radiant to my eyes

one approached me and said welcome to the life intended for you

I will be giving you your tour

there was a room

it was filled with safe deposit boxes

he pointed saying this one is yours

I opened it and there was money

lots of money

I asked how much could I have

he replied all

It all belongs to you

I asked how much is here

he said an infinite amount

the way it works is that no matter how much you withdraw the amount is replaced

you may take as much as you want whenever you want it shall just be refilled

he handed me a sac made of hemp and ordered me to fill it and so I did

We began walking again until we approached another room

this was an extraordinary room

It was filled with mansions

As I looked straight ahead I noticed a large sign

it appeared to be for sale

I am following my leader and he is walking toward the most beautiful mansion

of them all

as we got closer the sign did not read what I thought

It had a name on it, the name was mine

he said this is yours

I replied how much is the mortgage

he answered zero, your house is paid in full

the land it sits on is yours as well

One thing before you ask he said

there are no property taxes

Again we started toward another room

this room was different

It had a racetrack styled floor

there were Bentley's Rolls Royce's and Benz's

How many

Why I really could not tell

too many

He said pick one of each and never mind the note

they are all paid for

you will have no note

I selected three and then we left

this time we walked into an empty room and my leader said this is the way back to life

he told me to take good care and turned in the other direction

I yelled wait

what is your name

He answered Angel... then he disappeared

As I tried to figure out what just happened

the beam of light reappeared

the powerful voice came back

My child you were not dreaming this is real

you are now set four life have a wonderful one

We shall meet again...

Trust all doors that close in your life do not be sad. Closed doors are new beginings and sometimes greater destinations

(C) logicalpoetist October 2009

write2live - About Me

write2live - About Me

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Glass

Many people believe that although you are with someone; They cannot see you... There are things that we all hide in order to feel accepted. Sometimes one believes, that if someone knew the real them that another person would not like them as much or not befriend them... In believing this, it becomes an invitation to a private place (cocoon) where only you (the person hiding) can enter.

Subconsciously, believing that friends and other loved ones don't see.

Many times they do see and love us anyway... Awaiting the day that you will freely be who you are, so that you'll realize that you are loved for who and what you are; Accepted for all of what makes you you.

The disadvantage to any relationship is, that often ones secrets are usually leaking, and being exposed despite their attempt to hide.

To witness ones denial of self acceptance is painful for the ones loving them, because we want them to be free. Sadly recognizing they are ashamed and hurt by their inadequacies.

The journey to heal however becomes a joint venture if we are to continue loving that person. Sometimes the road gets rough between the two because the issues start to swell and taint the relationship.

Often times years go by... The people involved have remained cemented in each other's lives and the results are very messy and confusing.. Sometimes this entanglement causes the relationship to break.

I believe strongly in certain life tools; Honesty at best, prayer at most and willingness at least...

Theoretically people are not honest with themselves and others because, they fear facing and working to fix their issues, and being accepted despite their issues. "People do not necessarily make it easy either." Some people can be crucially judgemental..

Despite these fears, healing is needed... The only road to recovery for any person, is the road one will walk to get through their issues. Therefor "you" must start the journey. Only you can...

Loved ones; whether family, friends, or lovers can only be of support. If you opt to hide, you rob them of the opportunity to help, and even worse you rob yourself of the opportunity to grow and be better.

Therapy is also a wonderful tool. It allows one to free themselves without the possibility of being judged or further hurt, as there is no personal relationship or interest. It is a safe place.

The real you is a beautiful you... and none of us are without flaw...

"If anyone thinks that they are perfect... they are the most imperfect!"

Be courageous today... Make an admission that you are not perfect.. Know that it is okay and that God in fact created you this way... Take a necessary step toward your journey to be healthier, and trust that your support loves you for you; imperfections and all.

Whether you realize it or not, those that have taken the time to be close to you, have already seen your shortcomings and accepted your imperfections..

May you Be forever Real, and always blessed... When you look in the GLASS, may your reflection always mirror the truth- ase'

Image used in this photo is by Poohlaga and is being for enhancement only; not for profit

(C) logicalpoetist September 2009

Ar'oma

Remember the saying "Take time to smell the roses?"

I have found that scents have a profound impact on ones spirit. The things that we breathe in; curve and shape our kindness or lack of.

Also this quote is a metaphor for what we accept in our lives. (Take time to appreciate what we have.) Although, most people zero in on what's not going well in their lives.

I am a firm believer that "We are what we eat..." Again this is a metaphor for whatever you accept in your life will be your life.

This morning, I awoke and started the coffee brewing. I heard the perking and the aroma grew stronger and stronger as it brewed. I have been getting my coffee outside the home for the past month or so. As the smell became more powerful very endearing, I realized how much I have been cheating myself of the pleasure of this wonderful smell in the morning.

Not everyone favors coffee but for the fellow coffee drinkers, you know exactly what I mean.
I never realized until this morning how much the scent of my brew really contributed to the start of my day... It was as if my senses were reborn.
All of them "taste, smell, touch, hear and sight." The smell of Patchouli wreaks daily in my space because it has always been one of my favorite aromas as well.

I am listening to one of my favorite meditation CD's "The Journey beyond the horizon"...
The combination of the music compounded by the aroma in the room makes the sun
that's staring in my space brighter and warmer.

I have sat and I have written that in which I choose to share with you (my readers) daily and I am pleasantly content..

I feel refreshed, renewed and centered why because I have taken the time this morning to smell the roses in my life instead of thinking obsessively of what challenges lye before me. I feel ready for whatever comes my way. This is what I aim to achieve every day. Courage, happiness and freedom...

May you take the time to smell the aromas of your life!!!

Be Blessed

(C) logicalpoetist September 2009

Sour Apples

Posting Date is: Wednesday September 23, 2009

Take a bite out of life

surprised at what's inside

could be bitter

could be sweet

warm or as cold as ice

Sayings....

I've heard plenty

that make sense...

confronted with a situation

Oh how soon do we forget

Horses brought to the well

none seem to want a drink

extend ones hand

attempt to pull one up

why do they choose to sink

Saving is impossible

if one does not want to be free

easy does it... do not push it

simply let them be

Never made lemonade

out of lemons dealt...

Why apply heat

if it will easily melt

Count the blessings

let it go... run with all

that's still left
Barrel half full

of sour apples

residual taste remains

on ones breath

All apples may be spoiled

by a single worm

It is possible to find one

not gone bad at all

Sweetness

in it's taste even after

it withstands a storm

search and search

until you find a

perfect, uncorrupted one

(C) logicalpoetist September 2009