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A Phenomenal Woman...That's Me!


I can be all the woman that u want
I can be all woman that u need
I can make ur wildest fantasy into reality…
But I cant now
Because I cannot Breathe

I could give u a love so unbreakably strong
I could give u happiness beyond belief
I could give u me day to night, night to day , day to night…
But I cant now
Because I cannot Breathe

Your 10 fingers around my neck are slowing griping tighter
Even when I notion to u that the white light near the end
Is getting brighter & brighter & brighter
From top to bottom I feel the

Lack of love
Lack of trust
Broken Promises
Empty Lust
Little Goals
Few Dreams
Restricts the airflow,
Suffocating me

You have a diamond,
A rare pearl from within the deep seas
You have what some men search a lifetime for…
You have all of this at your fingertips
But instead you choose to extract all of the air out of my body
Leaving me limp, lifeless…deceased
Because I could not Breathe

A Lifetime, A Reason, or A Season

I once read a book that said the people you come across throughout your life fall into three categories:
A lifetime,
A Reason,
A Season.

Someone with only a reason for being in your life
Is there to provide you with guidance or support,
Help you physically,
or spiritally.
Or show you how to appreciate life
And what
Or who
You have in it.
When their time with you is over,
They’ll continue on their way.
Time with you was meant to be brief,
There’s nothing you can do or say.

A seasonal being is there to teach you an important lesson,
About yourself
Or about life.
They can bring you joy
Or pain,
And an experience you’ve yet to encounter before them.
But just as life begins to bud on trees in Springtime,
And vibrantly swaying in the midst of the warm breeze of Summer,
Then fading slowing in beauty while dangling in the Fall,
And and finally dying off in Winter
The person ends their time with you,
Sometimes without notice or reason.
Ending your relationship forever,
Because they were only there for a season.

Lifetime people teach lifetime lessons
Throughout your time on earth.
These are people that you love
Who you try trust
And who you accept,
Flaws and all.

R.I.P 2546

Two Thousand Five Hundred Forty-Six
Loved Ones…

Fighting against terrorism
Fighting against weapons of mass destruction
Fighting to help the people of Iraq gain a democracy
Fighting to help the people of Iraq gain a democracy
Fighting to help the people of Iraq gain a democracy

He started out wanting Osama,
but hunted Saddam.

He said we were fighting terrorism in Afghanistan
Avenging 911,
Yet we end up changing Iraq’s political status?

Claimed Iraq had treacherous weapons…
didn’t find any.
North Korea stands on the sidelines waving red flags,
Showcasing their arms.
Loud and clear.

Two Thousand Five Hundred Forty-Six.
Loved Ones…

Said they could come home in 3 months
Said they could come home in 6 months
Said they could come home in a year
Don’t know when they’re coming home
Don’t know when they’re coming home
Don’t know when they’re coming home

Husbands and Wives pray day and night for the safe return of their other half.
Mothers bringin in babies alone cause daddy’s not home.
Kids go months missin a parent
and parents missin their day to day activities
Both havin to substitute kisses and hugs
For letters, pictures and brief phone calls…
That unfortunately sometimes come an unexpected stop.

We invade other countries over reasons unclear
Guiding individuals a world away to a freedom that most don’t embrace,
While hurricanes and floods smother our states
And sista’s and brotha’s in our back yard,
Imprisoned by nature’s fury,
Plead help for 5 hellish days and nights.

Two Thousand Five Hundred Forty-Six
Loved Ones…

They fought in a war that many don’t understand,
They fought in a war that many disagree with,
They fought in a war that has no certain outcome or ending.
Loyally sacrificing their lives on our behalf,
Sadly caught up in a catch-22.

Two Thousand Five Hundred Forty-Six
Loved Ones…
U.S. Casualties as of July 6th, 2006
Thank them,
Remember them,
Honor them.


Think you know…

We are always quick to say what we know we’d do if a particular situation were to occur,
But what happens when it happens?
Do you stick to your preliminary plan?
Think twice and take an unexpected route?
Until you come face to face with the situation,
You don’t know what will be your action.
Until you experience the encounter,
You’ll never know for sure.


Women Have Needs

Finally, an answer to an age-old question…
What does a woman really need from a man?
Dedicated to those who just don’t understand.

A woman needs a man
To hold her in his arms,
Whisper words of affection,
Shield her from the storm.
And if her world should crumble,
He’ll be the foundation still standing,
Leading her, and yet sometimes willing to follow,
Confident, yet not demanding.

A woman needs a man
Not a boy in diguise.
Opening the doors before her,
Treating her as his prize.
And if he sees that somethings wrong,
He’ll step up to make it right.
Penetrating her mind throughout the day,
Her soul and body throughout the night.


Mr. What If

For those who have one, know one, or is one

Who is Mr. “What If?”
He’s the one you once made love to
In a dream,
or in reality.
The one who slips into your thoughts
when your alone…
or with someone else.
He’s the one you yearn for,
The one you let get away.

The one whom you reminisce about past affections
The man you think of one day feeling clear reflections of his love.

He makes you laugh,
When the world’s cruelty makes you cry.
When everyone else only sees the style of your hair,
The makeup on your face,
And build of your body,
He knows your mind,
Feels your spirit,
And sees your soul
Underneath it all.

He’s the friend that’s more than a friend,
The crush,
The old flame that continues burning deeply within.
The man who you would,
if you could,
but you won’t,
Cause for some reason you just can’t…

But What If?


The Unpoem

For Those Who Love Poetry Unconditionally

A poem is not perfect.
It doesn’t have to be molded
Into shapes or sizes
Or themes.

It doesn’t have to be cheerful or humorous,
Sad or serious.
No big words are needed,
And footnotes are not required.

It can be an interpretation for the world to understand,
Or speak a special language just for you.
Share it with everyone,
Or keep it privately in a safe place.

A poem doesn’t have to be written or spoken.
It can be as simple as a thought,
Or as complex as an interrupted dream.
Whatever the poem is or isn’t to the world,
Let it mean something to you.


Life’s Song

Life is a song written and produced by God,
But arranged by you.
It may be long and meloncholy, or breif and joyful.
Sing of love,
Pain or anger,
bitterness or regret.
Sing a beautiful and special song of strength and hope
That moves others who witness it,
Or hum it softly to yourself.

Life, like a song, has high notes and low notes
And wrong notes.
No song is perfect, but with practice and dedication,
You’ll learn from your mistakes.
Keep practicing,
And never give up.
This life is your song.
How your song is heard is of your discretion.
But remember, you only get one song,
Make it memorable, because when you are gone,
Your song will still live on
Forever linger in someone’s heart.



I’ve matured
Naturally, like a breeze
That developed into a strong wind,
And then again,
Into a storm.

Gracefully, like a vision
That developed into an dream,
And then again,
Into inspiration.

Gradually, like a newborn
That developed into a child,
And then after a while,
Into an adult.

With perserverance, humility, and buoyancy,
With experience, devotion, and authority.

Even when times of uncertainty appear,
I’ve gained the essentials in life that have
taught me to stride forward and conquer any new fear.

I’ve grown, I’ve learned, I’ve lived
I’ve Matured.