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My Only

I wake up in the mornin’

Fall asleep at night

Dream

It’s you I see

For the football team

Wayne State University

Only other time I took a knee

But that was different

Then I was told

Now it’s the warmth of your love moving me

My heart’s no longer cold

You are my only…

My one and only

My only baby

You’re my craving

The only one

And I crave you daily

When I see you

I think ultrasounds

A kid runnin’ ’round

You having my baby

Growing old in love

Old together

Babysitting our grand-babies

Telling our love story

Once upon a time

My girlfriend

Became my Old Lady

Note For Lil Jaida

Your beauty is far from a curse

It’s something like a love song

Or a well written verse

Of a specially written love poem

It’s not for every man to understand

It’s not one dimensional

It’s multi

Something that truly can only be seen

When someone focuses their third eye

It can be used as a litmus test…

Failure to realize

Carries consequences of being characterized

Like the rest

That were only able to see you

As a simple physical conquest

I am a writer

At least that’s one of the things I do

Writers paint pictures with words

And I choose all of mine carefully

Like the strokes with paintbrushes artists use

If I was only talking about how you look

I’d say, “you LOOK beautiful”

When I put ‘you are’ in front of the word

BEAUTIFUL

I’m thinking of all the qualities I’ve noticed so far

I am talking about all of you

 

Beautiful in a sense that the mere definition of beauty found in dictionaries across the land are a discredit to your true essence. There is no encyclopedic or Wikipedia reference that would be an equivalence to your grandeur. You are so beautiful that you make me want to pick up my pad and my pen and let them get reacquainted so that their offspring can grace the world reincarnated speaking of your excellence. You are not only visually beautiful, you are so much more than that. Your voice is beautiful. Your smile is beautiful. Your smirk is beautiful. Your style is beautiful. Your heart and the depth of the love that I perceive it to have is beautiful. How you think is beautiful (I don’t think there is anything more attractive than an intelligent lady). Your class is beautiful. Your strength is beautiful. I could go on and on and on…

Digital Love (Computer Love)

Most times when you jump on social media for the day, there are tons of posts about a plethora of things.  Some of the things that are posted are toxic, some are about social injustices, there are a bunch of travel photos and some posts with people just trying to get attention.  And we can’t forget about the political circus that is going on right now.  If we get caught sleeping, the whole world will soon be Trumped. Then there’s #blacklivesmatter, #alllivesmatter, LGBT equality and that whole police militarization thing.

There are also times on social media where you come across something or someone that allows you to escape the onslaught of world issues and allows you to just live in a moment of peace, tranquility and possibly even, adoration… Those are the little moments, when you get to smile a real smile that makes the rest of the mess in the digital world tolerable.  I just happened to be listening to some old school music when someone like that crossed my timeline.

With or without filter

I see her natural glow

I thought about mentioning her

Just to let her know

Whether she’s made up or not

Hashtag or no hashtag

She’s always trending:

Girl is #Beautiful

It doesn’t matter if it’s

The East, South, Midwest or West Coast

The answer to the question

Everyone wants to know:

What is it that could give her heartbeat tattoo

A proper pulse?

It’s just something about her being…

Whenever this Selfie Queen is seen

In my Facebook or Instagram feed

The air in my lungs tendency is to leave

Breath is seized

Completely stripped from me…

Like a Zapp & Roger thing

Could it be her face I see,

On my computer screen,

That’s challenging me to breathe?

“I no longer need astrology

Thanks to modern technology”

From her posts I’ve been able to perceive

Samples of her personality

A class act

in virtual reality

She’s not your average

Tinder find

If we matched,

She’d be the last time

I’d need to be swiping right

She is…

A digital wonder (Computerized)

Seems like she’d be

Such a sweet delight

In 2 dimensions

She indeed

Looks more than nice

Can’t help but imagine

What a 3rd dimensional experience

In her presence would feel like…

“Shooby doo bop shoo doo bop”

Who wouldn’t love her

“Shooby doo bop…computer love”

200 Percent

This is how I see things
It’s how my mind actually thinks things
Should work
Call me old school
If it works
But,
If the path you’ve taken on earth
Leads to a lady
That exudes certain quality
Your effort should match her worth

Who hasn’t had a dream girl?
Even if it wasn’t apparent at first when you met…
Once realized that
She’s walking around in the flesh
The affect should reflect an effort
At your best
200 percent is what she deserves to get

If she is
That beautiful
That much of a lady
Authentic and intelligent
If just the thought of her births a smile
And her voice when heard is heaven sent
Never mind if it seems sometimes
That she’s just a little hesitant
Just like
“It don’t take a whole day to recognize sunshine”
Because that’s just Common Sense
Be just as obvious with your intent
Give 200 percent
So she’s convinced

If she’s the complete package
She should have a complement to that
If she’s loving,
Caring and thoughtful
She should receive every quality reflected back
Tell her what you feel with words
Sometimes all she needs to hear is that
But make sure actions accompany those verbs
And she will trust in you
Then give you
Every percent of the 200 back

This is how I see things
It’s how my mind actually thinks things
Should work
Call me old school
If it works
But,
If the path you’ve taken on earth
Leads to a lady
That exudes certain quality
Your effort should match her worth

SO MENTAL

I am so mental when it comes to you…

My left brain & my right brain
Get into arguments over which can depict you best
The objective of being expressive and selective
Of the right ad-jective
Becomes a mean chess contest
Between hemispheres…
Both on a quest to claim you as Queen
While keeping the other side in check

Are my thoughts of you neurological contradictions?
You’ve been in my dreams,
Girl
But you walk in real life
Even though,
The actual definition of a Dream Girl,
Is synonymous with fiction

In right-brain vision
You’re a fantasy
You’re a Princess
I’m the frog…
You’re the Beauty,
I’m the Beast
See through your enchanted mirror
Past my exterior
My heart is exposed…
Before all the petals fall from the rose…

See me…

My left-brain has less in common with
Disney movies and TV
You are not a cognitive apparition
But a definite cognition
Don’t need my imagination to paint pictures
To Tell a Vision
The quantity of my logic
Is cognizant of your quality
I am such a realist
I speak your name and there we have
A living definition of non-fiction

Right-brain tried to paint you with colors
None were vivid enough for the job to do
Looked into & through the spectrum for your essence
However, there is only one of hue

Your voice to me is heavenly
It transforms words
Unique in melody
The sweetest thing by far,
I’ve heard,
Are your words when you speak to me
My ears are at concert when you speak
Sitting in orchestra seats while you symphony
I’m a stargazer when our eyes meet
And don’t need Galileo’s fathering of modern astronomy
To conceive a belief
Or grasp that I have
A celestial being standing in front of me

Which side of my mind will you believe?
Which half of me will be claiming you as Queen?
As I transition in between the two for another view
If I paused the pendulum
Just for a second or two
Your attributes stand in the middle
Of abstract and absolute

The battle of thought for you
Does not stop
That’s a statistic that’s not even probable
My left brain follows the thought process
Of the Great Architect and all knowledgeable

It weighs how you were made
Logical versus illogical
The possible vs. improbable…
Not only thinking of a single part of you
But every single part of you
From hair follicle to hair follicle
When God thought of you
From the very first molecule
You were meant to be cherished
Particle by particle

Most feed you empty words like calories
Now it’s time to change your diet
Standing mute could possibly end in tragedy
No longer am I silent
Pick a side in my mind in which you wish to confide in
Right brain or left brain
Which kingdom would you rather reside in?

If neither fit

And you’re being pulled from both sides
I won’t make you decide

Then,

The only thing left is to offer peace
A truce…
For you…
My left brain & my right brain
I will focus
I will metamorphize them and combine them

I’m so mental when it comes to you

Morning Haiku

Leaving work Monday

Saw a Beauty walking by

Royal Purple dress

Wondering today

What image my thoughts will bring

Imagination