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Pumpkin Pie

I just had the best slice of pumpkin pie and it is not even Thanksgiving yet. The way it was served up made me think about my life and it was buttery. Not overdone with butter but just enough to make me think about how much butter was in it without being overwhelming. 

Heck, I started to write a poem about it and the only thing I could think about was more. I wanted more and I still want more. 

And this what its like to be forever thankful.

Thanksgiving

I would like to take a moment to give thanks, I have been doing it since I woke up this morning. I thanked God for another day and I maximized it. I was gifted and I wanted to share this gift. I wanted to do it amongst friends and that is why I am here with you. 

Its your time to give thanks poet. You were meant to be a part of this world and your gifts are not to be underestimated. 

Plant Based

You should have seen the way I planted my foot in his a**, he was talking sideways and based on the angle of my foot, so was I. Disrespect means that extreme boundaries were crossed, the ones you do so intentionally. I had to correct the Universe and let him know what was at the end of that corridor.

You should have heard him, he was saying "Ok, thats enough." and my response is that I stop when I feel like its settled. He wasnt settled with that response and that didnt stop the agony and pain. I was stretching both out and when I finally came to my senses, the Universe was back in balance. 

Voice Recognition

I know you heard me, you turned off your voice recognition. You were clicking on 2 cylinders when you could have been running on 8. You could have become infinite but you only had half of the story. You left out my half and now we are here. 

You questioned everything that I had planned for us but took no responsibility for the outcome. You had a feeling and it wasnt rightfully so because behind that feeling there was no conviction. You would not die for your cause and I would have gratefully died for you. 

Excuse Me While I Kiss The Sky

You didnt think I would make it in this world and the is that I was never really after the world. I almost mastered the psychology of being true to myself.I have one last hurdle and collecting gold medals along the way. I have mastered this thing call life once I fully master this thing called fear. 

I was afraid but no Im pissed and I find something else brewing within me. I have stirred the pot and the aiming for the stratosphere. So excuse me while I kiss the sky. 

Muah.

Pain in the a**

 I think that is what it feels like when you aspire to something and you dont quite make it there. You would look at the situation and wonder if you are a failure but still not taking the time to step back and looking at all that you have accomplished. 

A definite pain in the a** 

Dragging yourself through the world and not giving yourself enough credit for all of the little things you have accomplished. I compare it to rays of the sun, you can't avoid the things you have done. So keep pushing to achieve a little more. 

Black Prose

I cant believe I get to do this, write black prose and live in my ether. I am as close to God as I can be but I would love to get closer. It feels like I am getting to know myself better and at a deeper level. 

I am inhaling and never exhaling feeling the breath and depth of life and of truly not being afraid. 

I am not afraid.

Black Marmalade

The reasons are your own on why you spilled the black marmalade, to watch it ooze and flow beneath your foe and all the while taking into account your own power over life and death. You can say the cards where dealt in your soul you reasoned and righted for that simple moment when you attempted to end a life. 

You spread it thick and wide and life left that black body and there you stand, a portrait of indignation. A false prophet practicing his own religion. 

Halloween Poems

Its that time of the year again where we dress up and part of us are living statements of halloween poems. We tell a story with who we are this time of year and it is interesting to see what some people think of themselves. You ever felt like a black goblin, like you were haunting this world. 

Or a black witch. Interestingly enough, we are the only ones that go out into the world and talk about each other in a way that would not be welcomed in pleasant conversation. We are motivated to achieve so much more and most of the time it seems like we are falling short. 

But yet we persevere in this monstrosity of life and weaves its beautiful patterns into our lives. I say a prayer for the dead but they need not say a prayer for me. We are all a part of this world and I am thankful for the people that were in mine. 

I think them for all they have done for me and my talent is the gift that I give back to God. 

Boo.

Black Refunds

Can you imagine getting a refund for being black. What is the first thing you would do? Do you go an cash in all your chips and wish for a better life. Why not do it just now? Live the life you have imagined and know that you are one with the world but it also has to be one with you. 

You need to use the power of your will to bring forth everything that you want in this life. There is only so far that we can go in finding someone to blame. If those people are not a part of our journey, then why are you still on the same road. 

You are sitting with a full plate and still havent been able to find the fork in the road. Your cup does not runneth over and if it does, isnt it about time you emptied it. It is definitely easier to fill an empty cup and sometimes are minds are just to busy. 

We do not see the world as it is, we see the world as we are. So decide on exactly who you want to be. I am a witness so I am here with you.