“A Little Piece of Sadness” (10/18/2011)

“A Little Piece of Sadness”

Some mornings I encounter a little piece of sadness.
Internal thunderstorms soak the dreams of happiness.
Earthquakes shake the stability of my consciousness.
I reach for several people who are no longer here.
I fear,
more bad weather will appear.

Some evenings I encounter a little piece of sadness.
The evolution of of my smile is challenged by death.
In life, the three of you provided me with visions of Paradise.
Now the clock display Hades,
when I view obituaries in my album book.

Some nights I encounter a little piece of sadness.
Not even the Stars shine bright enough to see your spirits.
I hear voices but my imagination plays Russian Roulette with logic.
This is the reality of more negative forecast to come.
Dress warm-

The Green Mile...
The Upper-Room...
Even though each day is a blessing,
the curse is when you outlive “LOVE”.
Sometimes I encounter little pieces of sadness,
waiting on the “Birth” of what lies ahead.
Internal madness-

The End

Mary J.Blige: “Tortured Soul”

Mary J.Blige: “Tortured Soul”


The phone caused a thunderous rattle as the dial tone got louder in my ear...I thought this was "Real Love" and that "No More Drama" would invade my universe. As I "Reminisce" about the happiness we had..."Summer Madness"… took control of this situation. My hesitation to call back was justified from the beginning. I just knew you would "Slow Down" so this "Sweet Thing" of ours would never go stale...A mental jail is where I rest...”You Got To Believe" that "I Can Love You" better than the cold, selfish and unforgiving streets that you run. Why don't you run back to me?...I'm warm...I tried to beat your door down last night...I'm sorry..."My Life" is going down as I smoke this "Mary Jane" watching the TV watch me. In "Seven Days" my job is transferring me to a place away from happiness …so...are you going to "Share My World" or be a distant memory in my past..."What's the 411" because I'm "Willing and Waiting" for the last time and can "Press On" if you like. The dial tone is so loud in my ear right now. You only need me when you need me! You only need me when you need me!” All I Can Say" is there will be "No More Crying" in my life in regard to you. At one point I didn’t know how I would "Be Without You" but one thing about being "Alone"...The only "Baggage" that you carry…is your own...I'm Gone...I’m Confused…Just so use to being used…You can’t hold a “Good Woman Down”…Do I believe this?...I tried to achieve bliss…What happens when a “Tortured Soul” dies?


#The End

(This is written from the perspective of a woman. Not like you couldn’t tell that already.)

Nas "Project Pain" Roots from a Family Tree Die

Nas: "Project Pain" Roots from a Family Tree Die

 

(Side Note: If your a Nas fan & know his songs, you might like this piece)

Pops use to say "The World is Yours" until Mom passed away from Cancer and "It Aint Hard to Tell" that my life changed after that. I use to "Dance" with her to old Motown tunes on Saturday mornings when cartoons went off. "I Can" remember Sunday breakfast conversations and Dad always "Made You Look" him in the eyes while talking...It was a sign of respect...A lesson I learned from them is "Life is What You Make It" and "If I Ruled the World" there wouldn’t be so many "Ghetto Prisoners" all over the Globe...MOM DEAD AND DAD LOST...I miss them both and expected "Big Things" in this "Small World" and I know somehow...."We Will Survive" and "Represent" better for humanity on this tainted planet...God gave me this hand and my "Undying Love" to be raised in a two-parent home was destroyed by...A SHARP PAIN IN MY MOTHERS CHEST AND MY DAD NEVER GOT ANOTHERS DAYS REST...this wasn’t the "Life We Chose" and I just knew that "God Love Us" but now my faith is as strong as HOT ICE...Now I look out my "Project Windows" in a "New York State of Mind" thinking that "Life's A Bitch" and then you die that’s why I get HIGH…cause you never know when you’re going to go..."Some of Us Have Angels" but my wings fell off so you can "Hate Me Now" because I "Shoot em Up" with "Quite Niggas" daily...My "Last Words" not even "Nastradamus" can predict as I sit here with this "Du Rag" and bad attitude...I hope that mom is in "Heaven" next to "The Cross" because I'm a "Street Disciple" with an "Illmatic" mind...sick in the head. Thinking back on "Memory Lane" I know I'll never be the same...dad isn’t the same...the hood never changed...mom rest in peace as I continue to go INSANE....

#The End

“The Quicksand Where I Died”

“Quicksand is a non-Newtonian fluid: when undisturbed it often appears to be solid ("gel" form), but a minor (less than 1%) change in the stress on the quicksand will cause a sudden decrease in its viscosity ("sol" form). After an initial disturbance—such as a person attempting to walk on it—the water and sand in the quicksand separate and dense regions of sand sediment form; it is because of the formation of these high volume fraction regions that the viscosity of the quicksand seems to increase suddenly. Someone stepping in it will start to sink” * wikipedia


“The Quicksand Where I Died”

I took so many steps near the tide where my love once "resided"
Deciding to endure more pain collided with thoughts of "Utopia"
Opening a few thoughts elevated my sense of security and confidence
Maybe this is all a "Mirage" and my feet will never arrive on the other side
A side where we have all been or must go
I am not afraid of death
I am not afraid to sink
I will walk until there is no more torture to endure
Love will torment my soul on another day during these famine times
Still hungry I starve for you and a solution before totally retreating
“The Quick-Sand Where I Died” is a beach known by many.

As my feet began to release gravity I contemplated suicide
Inside each thought sleeps the compassion of one who loved
Self hate drives each step taken bringing me closer to a darker fate
Bright times now transcend into moisture that stagnate movement
Slowly I feel the earth’s core "invite" my spirit and soul
Her tears boldly appeared in between my consciousness and pride…

“The Quicksand Where I Died”……. “The Quicksand Where I Died”

Clouds started to run from the Heavens with a message of deceit
Rain has decided to "invade" our already tainted beach…I tried again to
retreat…not quite six feet deep
I sink
I sink
I sink
The tide started to rise as my suspension created a passage of doubt
At one point there was a drought now our togetherness is no longer together
Our forever is never so as I disappear slowly with a frown and smile…We both
cried…I reach out for your stick…it’s too short…damn it’s too short

“The Quicksand Where I Died”


Two lost souls cheated with the lust of life…The allure is difficult to control
In bold letters we divorced our “Infatuation” as the sand danced on broken
hearts…as the sand intercepted a brand new start…
Barely able to see the seagulls I started to visualize your shadow and tunnels of
deception
Tunnel of demise
Jeannie disguised as an Angel
The Blair Witch with two magic brooms developed a roller coaster of
Thunderstorms
I’m guilty too!!

Creating war on beaches where “passion” could have been timeless
Timeless is now 60 seconds away…eyes closed…I hold my breath…lungs burning
Inside.

“The Quicksand Where I Died”

I cheated
You cheated
We cheated
No longer on your "life-support" I give in
Living has come to an end on these grounds similar to Normandy
We were ambushed by Greed after aborting the ship
This vacation is like abortion…A trip deferred
My head goes under
You disappear
"I return back to mud and clay"
The image of my father
There is no life without love…even if it’s filled with lies…I guess…Good-bye
“The Quicksand Where I Died”

The End