Love Is Dope

A few weeks ago, a good friend of mine asked me a question. He said “Why is love dope?” It’s a great question in general and an especially good question for me right now given the left turn my life has taken. Starting anew.

Love IS dope. It is. Why? Because love makes you over analyze a five-word text. Love is dope because the butterflies in your stomach and your quickened heart rate could care less about what your mind says is too soon or right or wrong. Love is dope because few things are more heart-warming than a genuine smile. Love is dope because this is the stuff of life.

Love is dope because love is you.

 

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Thought of the morning…

Mean what you speak… Walk as if those words are actually attached to your feet…

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

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:

SHE

She is

The Ruler

To which all others are measured

She is

Not equaled

In her authority to reign

In the subconscious of

My subconscious mind

She is

The Standard

Which is a lot different

From merely being standardized

Most only see her with a pair of eyes

But

The third eye of mine

Oftentimes gets excercised

Its vision

She has subdued

If God’s prototype,

Eve,

Was the first of kind

When in my mind

Cognitions of her materialize

A new version of Eve

Has been sculpted

And has been refined

In a way for me

That only

God could visualize

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