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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

Pain Blinders

If for you

To make my case

Uprooted myself

Moved across states

Would my intentions be clear to see?

If I actually provided us a home

Was present as a whole

Accepted your child as my own

Would you still be blind to me?

Would you just be questioning to question me?

Would you be faithless to the faithful?

Not recognize

Seem ungrateful

Say things

Distasteful

Because you’re plagued full

Of past relationships pain

Toxic & hateful

That fell apart at the seams

Or would you be able to see

Me for me

None of what you went through

Has anything to do with me

Be able to trust and believe

In the plan developed for us to seize

And know

I’m just here to love on you

Love on her

Teach her things

And help raise our daughter

To a queen

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

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.

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

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

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

Higher Heels

Higher Heels

Isn’t it such a shame when women have heels higher than their standards?