Singing The Blues

RUTH...less

Public Service Announcement

Your pain is selective, you should be more generous to those who are bit more deserving. I wish you would treat yourself more kindly….just like your anger.. it just may... rub off on me. Are we now siamese twins...dna and Fingerprints... immersed all over me... No need to pound the floors...coming to a conclusion.. I'll reap yesterday's breeze and tomorrow's blessings…i'll take what's behind door number 2... Self love...yours truly...bought sense and my freedom…I can't comprehend your definition of love…and I can't comprehend me staying...lost for words...and lost in love...feeling power-less but I'll use the less for the betterment and leave.

On Point!

There was an assembly among queens… took a load off my extremities..like the stars we sat high... deep in some heart to heart….no lie I was looking and feeling fly…..posing like a Wildflower... in full bloom….just trying to be different….while kicking it. But she caught me off guard….she was on point, like a tight grip...I was feeling her... How could it be...as rare as I can be.. this sista spoke unarmed....Was....she me in another dimension… 2 million light years away….damn I had to take a leap off my pedestal ….cause this Sista was on  whole nother level. Thank the Lawd... I wasn't driving... cause that day...I’d da got pulled over... the conversation was intoxicating… soul was full and convicted...my conscience solved the equation, E=MC square ...the truth was the formula...that was a hell of a sermon….she had to be a guardian angel...or was God trying to tell me something. It’s time to cha...

Love Rules

Living half dead must be a hard job. Latching on to hate must make you feel alive. A soul so low that I could peel it from your empty heart. Finding pleasure in demeaning another man. You reek of death. Your mind is an analogy of weak mythology.  Your yes men are misguiding you. Its official, only love will rule.

I Pray

What A Waste

Excuse Me!

You have force my hand and I will lay down my Queen of Spades, its the only way. Take note and here me, it aint over.  My lobes hear the high frequencies of the famous classical ... The Fifth Element...coming the lips of that plump opera singer. Don't get too comfortable sitting oval.... We The People are still voting... at www.fidupwithyour###.com  we are the hands that built Wall Street, together our currency is long and strong. We are the checks and balances.  10 more grains of sand, and its count down, your dysfunction is embarrassing, my patience is tapped out, this isnt just about me its more about my unborn grandchild. Missiles flying trying to get your attention, my telepathy  tells me heaven ain't ready for me, maybe you should share a glass of diplomacy and stop flexing Cearsar's dead energy, running the white house like a pagan, maybe I should take a trip in a time capsule do a matrix and rule the world and become the First Woman President.

Singing The Blues

My pen cannot fathom nor can it describe my displeasure. My mind and my tongue was once on one accord but now they have parted ways since dah.... Electorial College betrayed our democracy, ruling with hate, have they lost their minds and now the earth is off course, headed towards Venus. I should get off at Mars, yet the moon looks rather cozy. Although duty is calling, should I take up my grandfather's old rugged cross and wear my grandmother's shoes, talk that talk and walk that walk or should I just sang the blues.... should I just sang the blues.... become a one woman band put a white gardienia flower on the side of my hair and just sang the blues.... D-flat please......oooooh.. Oooh missing Obama....oh...missing ..have you seen my OoooObama .. it's raining.....sanging the blues.... yea yea..... you don't know.. I'm feeling blue. Ooh ooh ooooooh ummm.   Where are you...oooh ooh.. ladies wave your hands in the air.... yea!!... fellas do ya feel me!!🎤🎼ðŸ...

Life

time and space was I not, an immortal sphere, germinating out from the dawns of life’s unimaginative.  It’s an exhilarating ride, each incident of  each intervals of each moment of life's timetable.  Born without a clue, a lack of understanding, consciousness became and sometimes it was stolen, disconnected from the security of her umbilical-cord, no more free dining, uncovering life’s challenges, a myriad of stones to overturn, matter against matter is a constant collision yet there is still beauty in it. Life is hypnotic, as it is hard to stay sober, certain scenes  in your view seem to play over and over like the song in your head your intuition failed but wisdom is now taking over, curiosity had your attention, Faith whispers take heed and listen but it's up to you. Faith is not, Genie in a vessel. Do not be dismayed, hello my Dear, veer to the right, hold on tight and welcome to life

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The Ban

I saw her heart pounding from her chest. Her passion agonized of what was written. Her tongue is bitter. How can he lead when his mind is anchored in anomosity?  Is her faith is being tested as well as persecuted.  Is history repeating or is this deja vu. Pharoh your kingdom seems out of character let my people go. Broken hearts protesting online with a thousand non-passgers who spirits are flying high. Chanting hopes to rewrite the wrong in hopes of being on the right side of history.