Month: January 2013

GOODNESS AND MERCY (POETRY)

Psalms 23:6

I feel there is something

Or someone who or that

Is always there

Watching over and protecting me

They were surely the perfect pair

They weren’t conflicting or argumentive

They were loving

And if you ask me

Much too fair

And even when I was angry

Their love was always there

It’s some Jesus stuff they sprinkle

When things are dark like night

And they will never leave or forsake me

No matter how tough the fight

There is one thing I am sure of

Although my choices aren’t always right

Goodness and Mercy shall follow me

All the days of my life

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LEMONADE (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/lemonade-poetry

I will make lemonade

And dance and sing

And laugh and cry

And drive far distances while singing praises

I will stomp and cry

And laugh and talk to myself and ramble on

And cry and laugh and tear up

I will write poetry

And write

And write

And write some more

I will isolate with God

And talk and laugh and drive far distances

I will stop and vent to strangers and God

And cry and sing and laugh and dance

And I will read scriptures and meditate on TD Jakes sermons

And call my best friend and tell her all about my woes

I will hate myself and my decisions and second guess myself

I will meditate on my past

Not just him but her too

And I will dance harder because I know

My break through is on the other side of my stomp

And I will cuddle up to grandmamma

And talk to God, auntie and myself

I will sing my favorite Yolanda Adams song and

And I will sing it loud and cry some more

I will go to self-help groups

Listen to more sermons

Take long walks while singing praises

And think

And cry and laugh

And dance

And squeeze lemons

And I will not hate him

Or her

But in the end

I will thank them

While serving lemonade

In celebration glasses

LESBIAN (POETRY)

I think of all the reasons

I fell in love with

A girl

 

We manipulated these rules

That was given by the maker of this world

 

There was a peaceful dysfunction

In these mental lines

Called love

 

Afraid of this mapped out plan

That had been sent from the heavens above

 

We confused our relationship

That was never supposed to be

 

But she was the mommy I never had the opportunity to see

I was confusing myself

With the truth that  was deep rooted in me

 

I had to let go

For my own spiritual sake

And she has been the only relationship in my life

I have been unable to shake

BLOG OF THE YEAR AWARD (:

Blog of the Year Award 1 star jpegBlog of the Year Award 1 star jpeg

First I must thank http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/2013/01/22/blog-of-the-year-award/ for this awesome award! Sage’s blog has many must reads, But my favorite is Journal entries written by a character named Wall Grimm. Grimm is aloof, he loves to party, he is young with high levels of testosterone but Grimm has a very soft side to him that emerges at just the appropriate times http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/2013/01/22/the-journal-of-wall-grimm-44-the-abduction-of-the-journal-part-2/ The Journal is very entertaining with relatable situations, great weekly short reads. Sage also has a wide variety of poetry that will stimulate and arouse your senses.

I really love this guy http://1meremortal.me/2013/01/20/hollow-room/

1. He is an awesome writer

2. He is sexy as hell, with lips that will make you want to… Well, let’s just say he has those LL Cool J kind’a lips,,,MMMMWWWWAAAAA

3. His writing is gripping! He has some of the most thought provoking poetry I have ever read, well other than mine (: His poetry is emotive, simplistic with tidal waves of intellect. This is a blog you definitely want to follow.

Whenever I need to sooth my soul I go to this blog http://jdubqca.com/2013/01/12/whats-your-name/ first for his quant spoken word  and second for his voice. His voice is very soothing. It kind of reminds me of a doctor I used to visit some years ago; WELL,  we all need someone to talk to sometimes. Thank God for Word press I have saved a ton of money now I just write the pain away. Ok, so anyway, Mr. Waters has a favorable assortment of poetry and has been writing since he was a teenager. I love his blog and his about page because we both hold a common bond and that is we lovvvvvv to write.

Last but not least…http://shackledandcrowned.wordpress.com/2013/01/22/my-way/

This womans words and paintings are fabulous. Her writing screams “I am Woman hear me Roar” and “I am Woman, Love me” I feel her strength and her pain in her post. She is holding her life together with her daughter, her poetry, her paintings and her seasoned wisdom. Do I know her personally? No. I just can feel her strength and struggle through her work that speaks volumes. She has touched my spirit through her paintings and poetry. And isn’t that what art is supposed to do? She is very effective at conveying a story through her paintings and her words leap from the screen with situations and lessons we all have had to endure at one point or another. I love her blog because it gives me somewhere to go when no one else understands. I know without doubt this woman does, she does. Visit her blog she is awesome, she has a few personalities but that’s what makes her and her blog really cool (;

Here are the ‘rules’ for this award:

1 Select the blog(s) you think deserve the ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award

2 Write a blog post and tell us about the blog(s) you have chosen – there’s no minimum or maximum number of blogs required – and ‘present’ them with their award.

3 Please include a link back to this page  https://mentalnotes1.wordpress.com/2013/01/23/blog-of-the-year-award/and include these ‘rules’ in your post (please don’t alter the rules or the badges!)

4 Let the blog(s) you have chosen know that you have given them this award and share the ‘rules’ with them.

Now with all that being said, thank you again http://sagedoyle.wordpress.com/ for this award. I also want to thank you for not making me post a Bio Psyc Social along with the blogs I chose, lol. I appreciate you and the work you put in to your writing.

Ok, somehow there is a way to add this as a sidebar and start collecting stars.  I am cluesless about how that is done, sorry bloggers ):

You can now also join our Facebook group – click ‘like’ on this page ‘Blog of the Year 2012’ Award Facebook group and then you can share your blog with an even wider audienceI don’t have a Facebook account so I can’t join that group. Fakebook took up a huge chunk of my creative writing time so I deleted my page a few months ago, and have been writing more every sinse (:

NOT MY MAN! (POETRY)

 

 

I want to get him and get him good

I am seeing red

As I watch them both laying in our bed

Him giving my man what looked like some “meeeeaaan” head

The chic from kill bill won’t have shit on me

I will start with his lover, make him watch, make him see

I’m ready to spend the rest of my life in jail

I might as well go all the way

They both can go straight underneith of hell

This can’t be my reality

Homosexuality

A preference, a personal reference

But oh God

Not my man!

 

 

 

 

IV’E GOT TOMBSTONE IN MY MATTRESS (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/TOMBSTONE IN MY MATTRESS-on-monday-1

I got Tombstones in my Mattress 

Waiting for the next certain death

To join this grave site of men and women I have yet met

I deem it over before it begins

And I mourn these relationships

Over

And over again

I got Tombstones in my Mattress

And I practice pretending they aren’t their

Pot holes and traps for all who enter these tomb filled snares

I got ash cans and grey post

That line the belly of this seam

I got construction going on

In the trinkets of my dreams

 

In the pit of my Mattress

I call it the dead zone

There building a fortress

And fences

Calling it their home

And they aint even paying rent

I evicted two tenants

And  could care less where they went

 

I’ve got Tombstones in my Mattress

And I’m prepared to burn this dwelling place

Can’t sleep at night

Without these men staring in my face

See these tombstone have been accumulated for over twenty long  years

And there comfortable in my bed

Playing spade and swallowing down imported beers

See, I’m not sad

Depressed

Or angry

I just want these men gone

They’ve been sleeping in my bed with me for twenty years too long

I got diamonds hidden in these dirt filled tombs

Being smothered by dandelions and oversized poisoned mushrooms

My bed has become crowded

And the only person I’m angry at is me

Because I have allowed these men to literally enslave me

I got souls that I desperately need to set free

I keep these memories alive and I hate the reflection I see

I got construction workers knocking walls down building rooms to be filled

While I’m shoveling dirt working hard to empty this dirt filled mill

Gatekeepers come from nowhere, hired in this dark ground of doom

I’ve invited men in to fill these empty tombs

I cannot stand being cramped up in my own bed

I demised a portal

To people who has long time been dead

They are decomposed

It’s God awful that there locked in a trench

I’m not sure how much longer I can tolerate this awful stench

Every tombstone has a different face

And a different name

But they’re not much different at all

Really their all the same

There was mark who sexed me

And Todd who rejected me

There was Troy that used me

And Nyla who soothed me

And him who raped me

And daddy who hates me, the one who shaped me

Demetrius escaped me

The one who beat me and the one who cheated on me

The one I slept with in the name of love

And the one I kept around as company

Just because

How can I forget the one who stays trapped in my head

I got all these people living in my bed

So excuse me if my thoughts are on a constant blink

It’s been a long time since I got a good night’s sleep

I am on the brink of

Some evictions