I've been cursed by my enemies  talked about by my friends shunned by my lover  and still I rise. I've walked thru the land of promises down in the valley of the shadow of Death without hope or inspiration to ease the Deadly passage. And still i rise.My talent has been regressed My various gifts ignored I've played mind games with others ,while dancing to the music of time while endurance like withered muscles has drained  away.Leaving behind pieces of this man's life shattered by deceit. And still i rise. I've walked thru danger zones of Black and White indifference ,gone thru fields of American denial.Suffered times harder than unending spikes. And  still i rise.

I see today's children in the world outside forming an unfamiliar sea of  confusion trappeb in beautiful ignorant bodies  driving recklessly into futures of nothing as desperate speech flows  wildly from youthful .Wisdom has not yet been learned ,but someday they may find themselves aware that dying starts early, and life  formany, too often starts late.

We were paired together that cloudy   brunch Sunday joined at the  eyes. We never planned on it  having fun was conveniet  and wanting to share a special moment was difficult to hide...Love is soft  but loud .It's not easy to trace it's steady movements  or mark its unseen course. Love is quicksilver and leaks out of us like air from a red ballon even under the tightest security of self under pressure our feelings crowd like tight shoes the wrong size but... Thoroughbred truth or unblemished sincerity  doesn't come along everyday Nor does the quality of a woman fit  so perfectly into the  life  and days of a man ...I confess were born and bred for that wonderful Sunday C.J...






I have dreams inside Yet to born hurts yet to be touched  love to be shared with someone still outside in the lonely world.







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Cherylyn...In hose and high -heeled shoes...waits lipsticked on the threshold of womanhood...Awaiting the emergence of her hour.She is a bud that will burst to bloom . Somewhere inside a pulse is stirring of dreams yet to come of monied times love and laughter Home and family of coming days of nspringtime warmth with drowsy-buzzing bees...at picnic time  drifting on currents of summer air  All viewed in womanly promise.

I  have bathed myself in the clear glittering waters of your love,and rested beaneath the welcoming tree of your spirit.These hands have tenderly held your face  and looking deep within your eyes, i've  read the silent speech written there. You've been the beacon light of hope, shinning across across all  my dark days, my city street oasis, my touchstone, with a love as warm as oven gingerbread. And when holding you in the midst of an evil land, i've held the promise of joy.

They'll never see her cry though he has gone away some think she'll rue the day ,that  love came her way. The invitations were sent near and far and the gifts have been returned no one will see how she grieves inside, as meories deeply burn.She believed in love so faithfully and was hurt so cruel.She's forsaken thoughts of a wedding  day  and thinks of dreams as the consoler of fools.She looks dazed  and sad ,some folks hear her sigh ,friends say she looks tired and should go away. But they'll     never see her cry as time passes from that day.

The youth  sleeps privately in the old man's heart.The restless fever burned out by wrinkled age.Glad music of happy years past ,echo in the lonely hallway of his mind.  And though eyes are full of life , the journey will soon end and the final trip begin.