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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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Reflections

Ever tried seeing their soul Instead of their mistakes Evert tried listening to their voice Instead of their stories Every shout of anger attack Every cry at night they had Every moment they tried to laugh But failed after a thousand attempt crap It’s a reflection of their deep soul A reflection of every word […]

https://mysteriousromanticism1.wordpress.com/2016/01/02/reflections/

What a ride 

I finally got over the fear and hopped on the roller coaster of falling in love with you. What a pleasure to see this celestial state we we’re in every time I looked into your eyes. 
What a loop to loop of the electrifying flip flopping that occurs in the pit of my stomach to remind me every time how much I would love to preserve this. 

Your tender kindness keeps me bounded to my seat when I see what centripetal forces of life has. And through the differences that we have, we know it’s natural to experience friction as long as we are confident in knowing what we have will last. 

But inertia happens. I didn’t bother to put on a seat belt because your love made me feel secure, and I knew this for sure. 

It made me feel like chai tea, warming my heart from this cold world.

And free, 

Your love set me free and remind me to always be me,

To always know I have a friend that loves me unconditionally.

Words were said and neither of us knew how powerful they could resonate. Now I’m scared it’s now only me fighting for us to stay in love.

Afraid you may have left this ride without giving me the proper warning signs before we started. 

Alone in the dark questioning if I am still your beacon in the dark,

Afraid I may one day could lose a best friend I found in you.

It’s sickening my heart.

Love at masterful heights

I came across a feeling so captivatingI came across a love so pure,

The innocence of resistance,the guilty pleasure of you.

I came across a love so involved.
Communication levels high and the Creator protecting our words.

The essence of letting your guard down is seen in your infinite eyes.

I came across an emotion so engulfed. I believe in the space that is provided for us to be ourselves.

This miraculously new feeling I never felt before, The same feeling I knew I needed my whole life.

So beloved. 
So streamlined,

So beautiful,

So free.

I came across you and these points I made doesn’t encapsulate the path I have found.
  

being someone’s else’s something…

Being someone else’s something 

Ain’t this shit sumthing
Being engrossed into another’s something
These bad habits ensued are contracting 
Why this side chick life must be condemned?
It ain’t like we know
Lord knows the connection we have will 
empower the most vigilant 
Understand the most broken heart hearted 
Pure love in its rarest form 
How can one deny it?
But being someone else’s something 
is like being in a bedroom with a full of nothing
No jazzy joe sample; no feeling a fathers touch 
Only itemizing the times when we are apart
Trying to ask God why this was even reason enough to start
God please heal these hearts
As I stalk I see the love someone has,
I don’t understand the home wrecker  life
But for this man, I just might.
We can all be one happy family if I can 
see this beauty he beholds is for my soul to see
I just want to see if  he the one for me.
See I haven’t had any interest with no one  until I last saw thee
So that tells me I miss him or he pulled
my energy besides thee.
Please understand the sidechicks life.
As it’s not something understanding
but something she isn’t willing to give up.
It’s so sad any day he can snap his fingers
and I’ll be there with my neck cock back  asking where this nigga been at…
Then emphasize on how much we just vibe and the connection being made stronger by opening our hearts more to each other.
We both come from a place of hurt
so we just wanna lick each other wounds.
I just wanna do Gods work.
What to do?
But I’m just someone else’s something
No substance for him to call
To see if I’m ok at all
No text to humor me 
No response to all the correspondence I’ve been sending him
So I’m just a sick chick as I can clearly see
to realize I’m alone in this battle..
The battle that has no vitality; no culture to grow 
Only hurt will reside here
Because I fell in love with a someone else’s something. 
So I died unconsciously. 

Straight… No chaser.

It’s said to be no black blood left on this earth we build, 
One must know the resilience placed in our favor.
White people: we are the chosen one… 
maybe that’s the reason why you hate us so much.

You constantly tore us down for a lifetime of forevers,
You crippled us so horrendously that we could never make it out of these stippling situations you blame us for.
We must use proper English to even get a bit of your attention in a first round interview.
Yet our credibility doesn’t mean shit to you past our beautiful brown skin. 
I hate these people but I love the ones who are knowingly aware,
Who aren’t ignorant like you adventitious KKK’s believing in Columbus rhetoric but I digress because in your words that’s reverse racism.
I choose my words and I believe they are hurtful because of the criminal intentions you already did to fuck my own future,
How you kilt my innocent brother’s life in the streets and left him for dead,
And walked away a hero.

You hate us,
And guess what?
I hate y’all back.
Why can’t I perpetuate the same innate hate you have against us?
My notion is this: we are the originators of this world.
Our history has been recycled for us to sort through in order for us to understand our own self. 
Our upbringing consisted of tea cup revolutions and a bunch of treaty shit I can’t recall,
And all I remember where I came from was slavery.
Not realizing Yoruba culture officiated Catholicism. 
Not realizing we originated so many artistic platforms for y’all to steal from us.
Our Robert Smalls and Elijah McCoys not recognized. Yet Pagan holidays are present to keep our attention at bay. Media originates back to Merrill lynch which he made the notion to dissect our beautiful brains with your poison.

I want to go back to Africa.
Not realizing how I felt was just my soul restoring my lineage. 
You’ll never understand how we made it through. And still will.