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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

X-girlfriend

Thirteen years…
Thirteen years…
It sure seems like forever,
Doesn’t it?
That’s how long
She and I were together…
I was just a teenager
When I met her

She appeared suddenly
I lost myself to her will

A powerful woman she was
She’s what my world became
Before I could grasp what was really going on
I was already consumed
Not much of my identity remained

Friendships before her became a mystery…
The faces seemed familiar
The relationships just weren’t the same
I was wrapped so tightly around her finger
Fearing exposure,
I had to fake it
I couldn’t connect the memories to the names

So much time had passed in our relationship
I thought for sure
Amnesia would be the one
I would be with
When I breathed last

Just as quick as she came initially,
Although thirteen years later,
In an instant,
She left just as fast

WRITER’S NOTE: This was inspired by the plethora of commercials and news articles I have seen recently that are focused on Traumatic Brain Injury awareness. This includes the texting while driving commercials and what’s going on with mainly former but some of the current NFL players and/or other athletes in sports with extreme contact. TBI is very real. Call it what you want, but I am one of very few who has survived and recovered from the debilitating injury. I lived for thirteen years with partial amnesia, along with other effects, after being in a car accident with a Detroit city bus (16 Dexter) at 17 years of age… Protect yourselves and especially, protect the children. Teach them proper safety in sports, while driving and in all that they do. Their lives depend on it.

MATHEMATICS

I’m only ½ without you
A Rational…
But Fractional Expression
I’m stressing 2 become complete like Whole Numbers
It would be such a blessing
2 be able to make you my number 1
With your Geometry I am fascinated
You are Unparalleled in my sight
My captivation can’t be Calculated
The Derivative of our Function would be just right
Don’t mistake me for another dude
I’m interested in your every magnitude

Don’t need anyone to Cosine (co-sign)
Any feelings for you I’ve got
Don’t want my love to only be Tangent with yours,
I want to touch you in more than one spot
4get the actors in your life
They misinterpret your scale factor
They want you low 2 Common Denominators
FOIL-ing your beauty by
First looking at your Outer and your Inner Last
Not understanding that you’re actually
Top of the line like Numerators
The prettiest and most complete Outlier
With class
Zero individuals could Divide us
(You can’t divide by zero)
That Solution does not exist
We’d make an interesting Exponential Equation
That’s what the Root of this message is
I adore you 4 your (+) positive and () negative attributes
Only seeing you 4 your true [Value of Absolute]
I’ll always be IR (real) with you
I feel with you, Expressions could be Infinite with you
There is no (>) greater than or (=) equal to
Our 2 locations may make it a little hard on us
But we are Ordered Pairs
If you ask me
The Line between us is the shortest distance
Like how…Y = MX + B

A very good friend of mine was inspired after reading my poem, and this was the outcome…

THE EQUATION OF LOVE

PHOTO CREDIT: Monique Brent www.modesignsart.com

“Words With Friends”

This is how I spent my lunch break today:

PICTURES

Pictures are worth

A thousand words…

But when I write

A thousand words,

You’re able to view

Many pictures

And multiply

Your visual experience

We Rise

While looking to the sky

Yesterday,

We let baloons fly at Belle Isle Park

Symbolizing your new freedom…

We embraced each other

Wiped our teary eyes

Held hands in Prayer

Asking God

To welcome you into His Kingdom…

Although not exactly positive of

His reasons

In Faith we all must continue to

Believe Him

In obedience,

Continue trying to please Him…

You will never be far from us

When we sit and think back to where we originated,

We know it wasn’t by chance how you became

Part of us

Detroit’s Bates Academy wasn’t only a place for

The intellectually,

Artistically  and

Musically

Gifted and Talented children

It was a learning atmosphere

With a greenhouse effect instilled in

We were seeds

And you…

You were our nurturers

You fed us knowledge

You fed us inspiration

You fed us love

Filled our hearts with your same steadfast dedication

You helped us develop the roots for the trees

We perceive as being our lives…

You believed in us

Before we believed in us

Kept feeding us and breeding us

Until we believed in us…

Healthy we became

Enabling us to be

Omniferous,

Fruitful in the world’s eyes

Collectively and individually

We thank you

Because of you,

We rise!

***I was going through some of my things and found this poem that I originally wrote in 2001 following the loss of two of the best and strongest women/teachers/mentors/role models that I have ever met.  Too many times as clay, we forget how we were shaped.  This is for them, in remembrance.

Dream Girl?

I was asked, “if you had a dream girl, what would she be like?”

That question at first glance seems like a tall order to answer, however, as I have gotten older, I have come to know myself pretty well.  It took a while but I am in touch with what is important to me and what isn’t.  At times previously, I have ignored, like it was a bad thing that at the core, I am a thinker…  Thinkers and creative types need the proper complement…

So my Dream Girl would be as Alicia is, but to the Keys of my mental piano…

Alicia Keys – No One

Amazing Grace

I am not Amazing

I am not Amazing

I don’t claim to be Amazing

Amazing I am not

I have but a gleam of Amazing

I’ve seen things Amazing

I believe in Amazing

Amazing I am not

Once before,

I thought I was amazing

Until I talked with Amazing

Shown I was created with an Amazing hand

AGAIN…

Once before,

I thought I was amazing

Then my walk became Amazing

And

Amazing “Footprints” were seen left in the sand

I am not Amazing

I am not Amazing

I don’t claim to be Amazing

Amazing I am not

However,

I have met 3 kindred spirits of an Amazing place…

Goodness is Amazing

Mercy is Amazing

But

Especially Amazing

Is Grace

AILMENT

Thoughts of you are so painful to me

They are causing debilitating headaches

And my nose to bleed

As if I had suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury

From not wearing a seatbelt and experiencing the force felt

Of being in a collision with

A Detroit city bus (16 Dexter)

You are like this discomforting feeling…

A misplaced vertebrae in my spine

Constantly reminding me

Is the pain that is shot from my behind

Into the core of my mind

Framed to be somethin’ I ain’t no more

Physically,

No longer am I inclined

To dunk from the dotted arc

Or shoot from 3 point lines…

Before you grabbed ahold of me

I used to be able to leap into new heights

Fly high like childhood kites at the beach

Bitch!

Why you tryin’ to ground me!?

Pulling me down

Puppeting me around

Tugging at my strings

You’re inhibiting me

Like a lingering ACL injury

Leaving me wondering

Will I ever be what I used to be

Cutting into me painfully

Like reconstructive surgery

Succeeded in damaging the last of the vast nerves in me

Recently it has occurred to me

You are nothing but an ailment

I’ve got to let you go

This shit is hurting me