My Prayer

Today I give my life to you.
No longer do I wish to bare the burdens
that are not mine.
I ask that you show me your will,
make clear your desire of me.
I pray that I am made whole
through my works for you.
I pray that I live up to your favor
and that I do things in your time.

This is my prayer.
I no longer seek acceptance from the world.
Let my actions speak just as loud as my words.
Let my words be just as pure as my heart.
Let my heart be just as open
as your arms were the day
you gave your son
so that I may have life.
Let my life and my poetry be a living testimony
of my love for you.

Tears

They say
a picture is worth 1000 words.
I'm a poet, words come easy
tell me their worth in tears?
Memories have attached themselves to my photos.
Some are filled with joy and laughter,
but most are of abuse, miscarriage, war, death, divorce, and abandonment.
I try to sleep to escape these memories
but they are most vivid behind closed eyes.
I wake only to find salty, soiled pillowcases,
so I avoid sleep at all costs.
Instead of counting sheep, I count tears.
One for every memory.
My first memory that I can remember crying over was when I was 8.
She left me despite the tears I cried for her.
Neither me nor my tears were 80 proof
so we were of no value to her.
I hope you can begin to see my dilema.
I am tired and would really like to get some sleep.
30 years is a long time to cry over a memory.
I pray that you can help me.
I don't want your sympathy nor do I want you to cry with me.
Just tell me how many tears should I cry
so I can move on and be free.
These memories don't care about elegant words.
They want my tears.
Please tell me when it's ok for me to stop
without guilt for not giving enough.
I used to believe that there was power in tears.
If I cried them hard enough,
I could undo that for which I cried.
I was a foolish child.
I have cried for so long that I honestly do not know their purpose anymore.
Now that I think about it,
don't worry about the photo or the memory,
just give me back my sanity.
How much exactly are my tears worth?

Full Circle (The ULTIMATE Woman's Poem!)

I am Woman hear me roar.
I spread my wings across life I soar.
From mountains high
and valleys wide,
my conscience and my bible as my guide.

I am the strength that lies with you.
I am the soft voice that pulls you through.
I am the mother of your youth.
Without me there is no you.

I am that which keeps your being in tact,
full of faith, inspiration and, intellect.
I feed you more than what you see on your plate,
I feed you the will that makes you great.

I am Woman, in all of my splendor,
I can still be warm and tender.
And while my strength is truly sublime,
I also need to be strengthened sometime.

My burden gets heavy, my days or sometimes long,
I need a Man who is equally strong.
Who can see when I've had enough
and can still be there when times get rough.

A man who will lay my head on his shoulder,
who will love even harder as we grow older.
Who'll be there through the storm,
Protecting me with the shield of his arm.

A man who will get a job or 2 if need be,
to be able to provide for his family.
He will also possess faith, inspiration and intellect,
that he'll use when life tries to take the best,
out of me.
He won't let it succeed,
cause he understands that without him,
there is no me.

And that's the full circle
of life you see.
Him, me, we, be.

Words from the Womb

I know you're scared ma,
huh, imagine how I feel.
This is new to me too.
Having to feel emotions you've never felt in the past.
Wondering what the future will hold.
Remembering past failures, pains, woes,
those are things that influence your decision as to whether
I stay or go.
Well, let me fill your head with more "what ifs."
What if you decide that we shouldn't be together
and you let me go.
Turning me away without a second thought.
Will you wonder what would’ve happened if...?
What if I was the one that was meant to start a new day?
Would the regret of living without me make life seem unreal,
like you can't step outside your dreams because you are
embarrassed by your decision?
I didn't happen to aimless come into your life.
I have a purpose,
unknown to either of us right now.
Yet it is as real as the life blown into you by your Creator,
the same One that created you,
created me.
Not you!
So what makes you think you have a right to decide my destiny?
You made your choice,
now you have to give me a chance.
No, I understand this isn't easy.
Who knows how you got to this point right now.
For all I know you probably had no say so in this.
But I'm here now.
There are so many other places I could’ve been.
But we were paired up together.
I am here now,
and you want to let me go?
You say you’re not ready to let go of your child like ways.
You don't want the responsibility
that comes with being a part of me.
That hurts.
I love you.
I look up to you.
I idolize you.
I adore you.
Don't you know me?
I am you.

Love always,
your unborn child

Soulutions (1st poem from my new book due out in 2011)

You’ve been given another chance
at this thing that we call life.
To make a difference,
climb a mountain,
change a young child's life.

You can settle for being a bystander,
and let it pass you by.
Or you can participate in life's journey,
the limit is no longer the sky.

Do what you never thought you could.
Change a wrong to right,
remember what’s important is
the fight in the dog,
not the dog in the fight.

Let's say you’re in a relationship,
that you don't quite understand.
It could be with a best friend, someone in the family,
your woman or your man.

You get a feeling that something’s not right,
it bothers you so much
you stay up late at night.

If you can't get a grasp of it
then you got to leave it along.
Especially if you tried to fix it
and yet it still feels wrong.

Just try to not get in the same situation again,
if the first time it didn't feel right
cause making a mistake is not really bad
unless you make the same mistake twice.

Forbidden "Chance" (Dedicated to my friend Chance)

Yet again he inspires me!
I've tasted passion.
It tastes like verbs w/sprinkles of nouns
topped with delicious adjectives.

With each memory of him,
my temperature increases
until my poems are fully baked in my mind.

My timer goes off everytime I am near him
letting me know that I am ready to experience
what he can never give me.

We are separated by time zones,
and joined by mobile facebook.

He has the most beautifully potent insides
and his thoughts intoxicate me.

Sadly enough,
I will never write his poem,
ironically he is the author of mine.