#nature

The cause and effect.

Oh how did I forget to put the honey on the womb that was the atonement to your aliveness? Your spliced solace 

Combined like terms

And you get I.

With you it was a mistake gone right.

A cold case found 

A rebound

Rebooting the hard drive we thought it was the sound.

It was.

Our truths not told so it was heard in third parties,

Lowly is the man who has nobody.

Friends forever broken down,

passion ignited was the beginning of the end to a union that was suppose to last forever.

Our forever was momentarily infinite.

Parasites to the mental capacity to see beyond our way of thinking left us like this.

 Creative mind ceased,

Yet the memory keeps the juices flowing.

Finding love in a hopeless place put me in a position to be truly loved.

To know what it felt like.

Life ain’t so easy as they say 

And situations ain’t so stationary as envoys 

I was employed

To invite you to a branch of lighthearted comfort and familiarity.

You served as an editor of what Self worth meant to me,

I see the God in me,

All thanks to you.

Appreciation is an understatement 

I appreciate this current present.

To love and be loved so perfectly aligned 

I never could of dream of such sweetness.

The cause and effect. 

Going through the dark to see the light.

You made it all possible.

I thank you for your wisdom.

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my dad’s brush

This brush reminds me of some things about you,

How you’ll brush your wisdom towards the front and made sure all of our shoe laces were intrinsically tied, how you would brush the flem off of us when we cried.

This brush reminds me of all the times you came and showed up to save our emotional lives, as we were eternally dying and knowing naturally we weren’t born yet you held us so strong as a father would do anyway. 

Never reminding us we were different because you accepted the challenge to love us more than. Replacing the fatherless individuals who decided to give up on us. 

The pain would temporarily subside because you allowed us to live free and creatively get by.

This brush reminds me of the times you’ll allowed me to experiment on your hair line, as if you believe I was made up of magic and I could do anything if I put my mind to it.

Your subtlety brought joy in our lives while you enjoyed kids being innocent and let our imaginations run wild.

You never once interrupted that.

How we would imitate our favorite wrestlers moves and you’ll sit back and laugh at our noticeably novice groves.

You allowed us to be free. Free from the pain and heartache that occurred upstairs. You freed us from feeling dismayed when rejected by our own. You freed us dad there’s nothing more to say.

So every time I brush my own hair with the brush you used,

I feel like I’m still apart of you.I still feel the same spirits we both caught in church together, the same feeling of you allowing me to sleep on your shoulder when life became boring for me.

The same feeling when you cried and told me how much you love me as a daughter.

The same feeling when you showed up at my basketball game and the same feeling of infinity.

Infinite gestures to indicate through everything I always had you to rely on.

What a hard day to go through where this is the day you celebrate your father and I have no one to turn to.

I love you so much dad and this brush, the only piece of physical memory I have, reminds me of you.

  

One can only assume

I see stars and beautifully wrapped gift sets
And we all wish we can find that surest safe bet.
One can only assume,
That perhaps his actions showed u that he’s not ready just yet.

Emotionally scarred hearts who is our modern day empaths
The ones that aren’t afraid to swim pass sea level to see what God has
Yet one can only assume
So we tend to hide our star struck tears by our forced laughs.

Expectations are role calls we don’t necessarily like to follow
We fallibly live up to them because the words we had, we swallowed.
One can only assume,
That in truth we still try to chase them bc we know a deeper surface and n ur curiosity hangs off my halo.

See Inspiration is more inspiring when God placed two naked souls together to be explored.
How incredibly elicit can our minds roam if we decide to aesthetically run after each other’s lures.
Only one can assume,
That our passion could possibly be a benchmark of lovemaking where it saves who simply endure.

Live in this assumption where our adoration is stemmed
Being free is priceless if the price is not for the benefit of them
It’s only for us,
And one can only assume that we morph exponentially, as if you are me and I am him.

Those hands….

Those hands I felt through my finger tips tells me a few things…

It tells me your diligent hands will rule like the wisdom proverbs guides us

You seem like you take accord in all that you do…

It tells me you fix what’s broken,

The way you describe what you love to do tells me that your soul is felt everyday on this earth.

Seems like those same hands gently brings life to those who might be lost.

Maybe the way you wrap them around me tells me I could perhaps feel safe in them.

The way you gently bowed your head before you touched your food,

Excusing the world for roughly 10 seconds to give honor and respect to the same spirit we could perhaps be meant to search a greater depth for…

Maybe together.

Maybe so…

Until the universe show it’s true colors, I can only imagine those hands…

Your unique view of this world penetrates my own idiosyncrasies.

I want to turn you on with my own words but they seem to be lost somewhere.

Nervousness took heed because I knew what was right in front of me.

Those ubiquitous hands knowing worldly things and me wanting to so desperately hold them.