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Love Notes
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Saturday, February 14, 2015. Valentines day use to be so hard for me. It was the last day I saw my 21 year old Big Brother alive. I remember his hugs, kisses and all the beautiful time we spent together. He would make me read from the book of Psalms and Proverbs all the time to him, These were the first poems I fell in love with. I have heard some people say there is no God. If there was, why did God do this to me? Is it God, or is it you that suffers senselessly? Forgetting about Baba, Allah, Jehovah .
Love Notes: May 2014
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Sunday, May 4, 2014. I cry and then the real men ask why? I cry when I see children hurting and not getting supported. I cry when I see manipulation. I cry for a nation I don't belong to. I cry for an island so far away. And then I begin to wipe my tears. I cry for my Son and the Sun. I cry because life has just begun. Another day another cry. Another reason to ask the Almighty why? Then I listen to what Spirit has to say.sitting quietly and tuned in. I focused only on my Spirit within. I am the I am!
Love Notes: April 2014
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Tuesday, April 1, 2014. A city that never sleeps. I thought maybe there was just one main one. And it still could be just so. But lately I have been seeing insomniacs. Creative energy in colors that go on for infinity. A manic representation of life in the big city. It's easy to stop at any coffee shop. Since they are open around the clock. Blocks and blocks of artists wait there. For a warm mocha or cafe late. Time goes by and no one notices or cares. There world is timeless, priceless. Of the big city.
Love Notes: November 2014
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Sunday, November 16, 2014. The Light is my Shepard. I stay as bright as I can be. Green pastures and still waters. I know in life there is death. So I am renewed each day. My renewal comes from. Greeting each day in prayer. The sun shall rise in the east. I am at peace. As a new day begins. The morning mist wipes away. No more commotion or emotional. There is nothing on earth to turn my smile into a frown. This is why my mind stays grounded, focused, healthy and sound. The Light is my Shepard.
Love Notes: February 2015
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Monday, February 23, 2015. I cried for 21 minutes. I died for 21 minutes. I screamed and dreamed for 21 minutes. I awakened to 21 birds singing. I listened for 21 minutes. I rested for 21 minutes, and cried again. My mind stop pretending. My soul took control. Knowing death is apart of life. I move forward with out strife. No regrets, no worry, no fret. Freedom, and free to be. Exactly what my God. Created me to be. Tuesday, February 17, 2015. My Body aches to be next to his Soul. Salms 14 is dedicated t...
Love Notes: December 2014
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Friday, December 12, 2014. A New Year, A New Me. A New Star in eternity. A New Yorker some may think. A Big City Girl. I have heard people say. I shake my head and run away. Running only to find me. And learn my true identity. Go to church on Sunday. Eat fish on Friday. Bible Study on Wednesday. Clean the house on Saturday. Teach the Children on Tuesday. And then again on Thursday. Check in to see if I am having fun. Then I smile at the beautiful sun. Now the rain is in competition. For my pearly whites.
Love Notes: December 2013
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Saturday, December 14, 2013. My first blues song. (to all my musicians). Her Man is a bully. He even yells at me. His vision is blind. And he cannot see. He wears black glasses. To hide his soul. He has many personalities. He is a bully. A big bully to me. I pray to God that. He is just a big 'ole bully. Which means nothing to me. I can see right through him. He is crystal clear. If I was him I would cut off all my hair. Cause he is just a bully. Giving her his bully blues. I Close My Eyes. To be who I am.
Love Notes: March 2014
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Saturday, March 29, 2014. Suddenly we feel closer to heaven. And to the Divine. Most High power to clear our mind. Insane ways we act. As if life is a stage. A play, a production non stop. No breaks or intermission. Without permission from our thoughts. To move on and stop carrying on in. Lower levels of consciousness. Moving higher to oneness,. Never stopping to fret or endure pain. Shake us into the realization. Give us peace, give us calm. Another day, another dawn. Friday, March 28, 2014. This is rea...
Love Notes: January 2014
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Sunday, January 26, 2014. He washed my hair with sweet shampoo. His hands generated energy from. The top of my head, to the ends of my toes. He shows me his love in so many ways. Before we eat, he always stops to pray. He cooks, he sings, he paints and then we play. He creates, so much more than what people think. His brilliance electrifies my mind. That's what truly turns me on. Educated and dedicated to dreams. That inspire the desire to make one live. In a topsy turvy world. His soul is his drum.
Love Notes: April 2015
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Saturday, April 4, 2015. I walk, I run, I jump,. I swim with ease. I breathe, I sneeze. That comes from within. Feels like, yellow butter. Melting on dark brown. In my life, once again,. To relax me into being. My beautiful best friend. Bringing me sweet water. Baptizing me in her Love. Allowing me to dance. Endlessly at night and. even more at noon. For Infinity, I live in Love. In this lifetime is so divine. Rose quartz, and amethyst please come out. Share your radiant power. Heal all on planet Earth.
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