Colors on my Face

I woke up this morning and painted my eyelids green,
Like a blade of grass on a rainy day, I want my vision to grow.
Like a well-oiled trimmer, my hands outlined my eyes with black.
I wanted my boundaries to stay intact.
Added color to the cheeks as they are the rose garden to my face.
Besides, it is the cheeks that embrace the smile on my face.
I decorated my ears with green earrings so that I might be quick to listen.
Frosted my lips with pink glaze and toned them down with a little brown,
Top them off with a hint of lip glass that they might glisten.
Read a verse from John to remind me where I come from,
Who I belong to, and to quicken the spirit that lives within,
Bow my head and prayed to God that I’d refrain from sin.
Now I am off to start my Monday,
Remembering that it is just one day,
Tomorrow there will be new colors to choose.

Not So Easy Sunday Morning

Is It easy like Sunday Morning, because it comes every week?
He was leaving his girl, said he tried too hard to make it work.
Sometimes I feel like leaving the world, cause the workload is so heavy.
Not the 9 to 5, the temporal pace, but the everyday rat race,
The cash chase, the R.I.P of family, the reading of the five year-old who got beat,
Cause she didn’t recognize the letter D, the cheating, the domestic violence,
The praying for silence in the middle of the night, when sin is at its height,
And you smell the frogs that have invaded the land!
Don’t forget the teenagers giving away their virginity,
Like now-n-laters at a kickball game.
The representation of us portrayed by pants sagging loosely around the waist.
I bow my head in disgrace, and I pray, for Sunday Mornings to be easy.
Easier for the elevation of the black man,
Instead of the master plan, incarcerate them, if we can’t erase them!
Easier for fair education, easier to pay for higher education!
Easier to obtain enlightenment, excitement, enhancement, of your thoughts.
Revelation knowledge, instead of carnal garbage, and a belief in things not seen.
Easier to teach people to reach out for their dreams.
Easier to convince them of purpose and destiny.
Sunday Morning does not always seem so easy!
I hear the middle of the night prayers requesting Sunday to come, as early as Tuesday.
The sighs of mothers in the hospitals praying for, one more week of life.
The burden of the pain of the cancer patient requesting, God to come now!
The silence of the thoughtless who just expect without anticipation,
That Sunday will come.
I feel the sweat from the brow of the preacher praying for a word,
That will make Sunday morning easier.
The righteous ladies with their legs shut tight
Who prayed that they might have found love the night before.
WHO IS SUNDAY MORNING EASY FOR?
Africa is starving,
Haiti is impoverished,
Afghanistan? Iraq? The Taliban?
I wrote all of this to say, I don’t understand.
How could the songwriter sing? What did he mean?
Easy Like Sunday morning?
The only thing easy is leaving.
The hardest thing is, waiting for Sunday to come.

The Visit

The most erotic sound in my head, is the sound of rain while I am lying in bed.
Instantly I am transported to a place that makes me shutter and moan.
I can feel your hands traveling across my body yet, I am home alone
Thoughts of you making me complete,
has my back arching and my toes clenching the sheets.
The room is hot and my palms are sweaty.

Can We Be Healed

He sent his word and healed them, and delivered them from their destruction, Psalms 107:20 (New American Standard)

Since I began this journey of writing, my desire has always been to be healed of past hurts and wounds. I thought by some magic, myth or spiritual insight, I might read a word or write words that could bring healing to myself and others.

The Everyday Woman

The Everyday Woman

I woke up this morning and kissed the sun!
Extending my arms, I rearranged the clouds, cause I didn’t like how they were hung.
Jumping from my bed of tulips, I stretched my back and wiggle my hips, tipping the earth on its axis a bit,
Placing my feet upon the ground, taking authority over every step, as I walked around.

How much to Encourage?

Can I bring encouragement by sharing me?

Is it necessary to purge to cleanse the soul?

Can I really help you grow, by sharing what I know?

I have never touched the moon, nor swam the depths of the sea.

Just had an experience with God, when he visited me.

Get Your House in Order

I am repeatedly being asked, “are you suffering from the empty nest syndrome?” My son will be departing for college in 22 days. My daughter is finishing her last year of college, and I am in THAT place. Yet it is not their departure from our family home that burdens my soul! No the current call I feel is the call to, “get my house in order.” Much like Hezekiah in Isaiah 38:1.  

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Today I was a thinking about the President’s home.  Easily identifiable by color, location, purpose and size, The White House is known throughout the world. My thoughts soon drifted to the house on my street, where I reside. Known to me and my neighbors, easily identifiable by the peeling paint on the porch and the needed yard work. A far cry from the beauty and the landscape of The White House.

Following the Lead of your Emotions into Situations you think will make you Happy.

Following the Lead of your Emotions into Situations you think will make you Happy.

The flesh is so powerful it is not easily ignored. It is like a crying baby waking in the middle of the night. The flesh will not be quieted until it is fed. The flesh has many different appetites. What your flesh is screaming for may differ from what my flesh craves.