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2 Questions

I come to you fully exposed…

No walls, no barriers

Defenseless

No bravado

No inflated ego

No mannish pride

No tricks or side angles

No games…mind or otherwise

You’ve overtaken my mind over time

And are in my thoughts working overtime

A natural cause and effect scenario

With the affect immortalized

By way of your many distinctive determinants

The impression on me you’ve made isn’t fleeting or miniscule

Its essence transformational

It has the meat of permanence

We both know what happened and what didn’t

We both share some responsibility

I admit

At times I was protecting me from you

Just like you were protecting you from me

I will do better if you let me

I want to

Known for keeping my word

And I want you…

…to trust we can succeed

The bricks and mortar are already there

Foundation

Opportunity to build on top of that

Is the only need

Here I am

Before you

Humbled and fully exposed

I’ve knocked down walls

And removed barriers

I have:

Open eyes, arms, heart and mind

None of them to you are closed

I don’t know how else to say it

I really don’t know how else to act

I do know how I plan to fix it

But the only power I currently have is to ask

Will you let me love you better?

The bond we share is not happenstance

You and what we have should be fought for

Will you give us the fighting chance?

Here I am before you

Vulnerable and fully exposed

No tricks or side angles,

No bravado

No inflated ego

All I have are these 2 questions

Along with

Open eyes, arms, a heart and mind

That are no longer closed

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.

Sleepwalkers

Too many Sleepwalkers…

Without dreams or productive activity in their heads…

Like zombies,

Back and forth mindlessly

They often trance

Only looking to feed carnal desires

Easily could be considered

The Walking Dead…

No purpose in life,

Or direction…

No future in sight

Projected only toward their simplest and nearest affections

Infection has run rampant

Leaving the rest of society’s conscious minds feeling dejected

Wondering if hope can be kept alive

Restore their civilized lives

And not be a once realized,

But now,

Futile perception

Because there are too many Sleepwalkers

Without dreams or productive activity in their heads

Only looking to feed carnal desires

Society is being overrun with The Walking Dead

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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