Mundane Update

So, I just got off the phone with my male best friend (MBF). I saw he'd written a new poem and posted it on Facebook (FB), so naturally I clicked the "Like" button and commenced an instant message chat with him. I told said MBF that it was nice and he promptly replied, "Thanks, you should hear me do it LOL." As soon as I typed in "You're welcome LOL" he was calling my phone. I answered and we talked for a good fifteen minutes, talking about everything and nothing; poetry, school, family, and life. I told him my favorite line in his new piece and that he should write his next one titled "One Last Time." I paused, then said that we should collaborate, and maybe even bring Kernell into the mix. That's definitely going to be a good piece.

I'm on Fall Break, and it's been wonderful. I am glad I didn't go home but I haven't done much studying. I hope that will change tomorrow because I need to study. I'm trying to get A's and B's this semester, but with the overwhelming amount of work I'm doing it's semi-difficult. And I realize that I am not even at the hard part. Oh well....

I'm about to get my stuff and leave. Too bad it's cold and 1:40am. A female walking alone on a deserted college campus isn't a good idea. My friend is lying on her couch knocked out and snoring, and although I could just make myself comfortable somewhere, there are two cats in this apartment. I don't like cats. Nope, not at all. She's gonna have to wake her behind up. My ass has fallen asleep and is somewhere in dreamland, my eyes are as dry as sandpaper, and I just want to shower and go to sleep.
Sigh.

Sacred Summer Rain

Just another poem I created one day during a summer rain ;-) Enjoy.


I've been yearning to go to my
spiritual place where I can rejuvenate
my energy, feel the energy, and infuse
my energy with nature.

So I sat on my porch swing.

While watching the summer rain
fall peacefully from the skies, kissing
the ground with tenderness, I watch in
awe of the oneness, the uniformity,
the sacred stillness of summer rain.

Music to my soul.

I listen to the melody of summer,
feel my love of nature, my love of Spirit
of the Most High, enjoying the sacred stillness
of falling rain.

In the tenderness of the whispering trees,
the crackling of the lightning,
the rumble of thunder, and the feel of a
summer breeze, Spirit of the Most High
and I converse in silence and smile.

Melodic Thoughts

So, here's something I wrote about, oh, a month or so ago.
I was sitting in my sanctuary and thinking, as usual, and the
words spewed forth. I wanted to create a sensual piece without
the explicit language that I'd been using....

Melodic Thoughts
So, I've been thinking.
I want to create a melody with you
replete with grooves and beats
in all the right places. I want to
touch and be touched with
the wonders of souls
so that individual souls
are no longer. I want to
make love to you: open my mind
and allow you to penetrate me with
your intellectual thoughts and feelings
and our thoughts and feelings can
come together.
I want to desire you powerfully
so that my senses are broken
and I need the touch of your words
to quell my spirit. I need to taste your
spirit and feed off of your energy.
I want to create background music with
you and allow four eyes to become I
as our four hands and four legs meet
somewhere between eye senses
where we touch and join and become
one.