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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

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

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

Quiet Storm

Your voice
Is sweet thunder sent from heaven

You send
Streaking electricity
The entire length of my spine
As brilliant as lightning bolts

Your song
Whispers like the wind does
It is
A hypnotic
And
Gentle with its embrace

Like
The clouds filled with its moisture,
Your heart
And your passion,
Are just that full with love

As all life waits
For its nourishment to fall,
I wait
For you to precipitate

Baby,
Rain on me

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

The Appointment (16 DEXTER)

It was January 13th, 1997 when

You made me acknowledge You

We met for the first time

Face to face

You sent a city bus for me,

Detroit’s route 16

Better known as,

The Dexter

You wouldn’t have me be late for our appointment…

At first I thought,

“This must be a mistake…”

That I lay there in such pain

With my mouth bleeding

And my face planted into the steering wheel

Of my 1982 Chrysler

In half of an instant,

My world came to a screeching halt

Mangled by the impact of steel crushing steel

My car was twisted like a pretzel

I’d never been hit like this before

I should have had my seatbelt on

But would it matter?

My vertebrae became misplaced in my spine

Will need physical therapy

There goes basketball and my dreams of becoming a pro…

Suffered a Traumatic Brain Injury

Will need neuro and occupational therapy too…

“What’s your name?”

I was asked

I couldn’t remember…

Only the first two letters came to mind

Where am I?

This intense light is hurting my eyes…

I stood before You and heard Your voice

Listening to what I did not yet know were my new instructions

After the light that flashed before me had fizzled

I began regaining conciousness…

I realized I was still alive

Amnesia had started to set in though

I heard someone on the phone say,

“There has been a bad accident on

Woodward at Grand River”

Looking at what my car used to be

A ball of confusion surrounds me

What just happened to me?

Why did this happen to me?

After 4 years I knew Your lesson…

You passed it on through Pastor Marvin Winans

At Perfecting Church…

“When you’re not on the path that He sees fit, God has the ability to break you down beyond human understanding and, like with clay, shape you into what He wants you to be.”

That day in January,

The day I used to look back on and say,

This is the day I lost everything…

On that day,

I now realize

Is when You made me the mighty man I am today

Authentelli-Gent

AUTHENTIC

Who are you?  Do you know?  Do your friends know?  What mask did you wear today? What persona did you initiate?  What person did you imitate?  Do people know your character or do they know you for your caricature?  Do you even recognize yourself in the mirror?

The world has become so superficial that no one knows when someone is actually being super official.  I feel like I’m living in opposite world… In this place, real equals fake and the definition for common sense needs to be rearranged.  Authenticity has recently been taking a back seat to what seems to be halloween on repeat.  Maybe it all began when people started to believe that Reality TV is actually reality.  I am the type of person who prides himself on being, exactly that, himself.  In doing that, I am someone that no one else can be.  To know that and to know me is to understand me.  I’d rather strive to be the example that hasn’t been set, instead of a mere carbon copy of mediocrity.  They say, “actions speak louder than words.” I’m a firm believer of that but, know this, my words are a component of my actions’ GPS.

INTELLIGENT

Intelligence is such an underrated quality. In my opinion, intelligence is sexy.  A lot of people don’t realize that or don’t care to notice.  There are some that try and hide their intelligence, like it’s a bad thing to be knowledgeable.  Or maybe because it’s considered not cool or against the status quo.  I don’t know.  I do know what I like, though.

There is nothing like an intelligent woman.  Nothing like her… I’m of a different kind, Sui Generis, if you will… For me, real attraction is non-existent if I’m not attracted to her mind.  Physical attraction only goes so far.  Speaking of which, if you have a lady and you tell her, “I love you with all my heart,” stop it.  Tell her, “I love you with my mind”

Hearts can be transplanted…brains can’t be replaced…

GENTLEMAN

Chivalry isn’t dead but has suffered major health complications…Has been hospitalized for too long, while clinging to life, breathing only with the help of a respirator.  Chivalry, an ally of The Gentleman, has become an endangered species as The Gentleman has and is in dire need of emergency conservation  and preservation efforts.  It would be such a shame to continue to allow the weak man reign.  Leaving the women, excuse me, I mean, The Ladies who love us and cherish us to settle, become flustered and suffer is not acceptable.

CHIVALRY needs you:

Find that inner Gentleman inside of you and put a defibrillator to his chest and resuscitate him before we’re all lost and can only be found on display in museums…

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BEREOLASQUE

FRIENDSHIP

I don’t have the mastery of the English language required to fully express the significance of her friendship…

She is loved and appreciated…