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I Sat Alone (Repost)

I Sat Alone in the diner drinking my coffee. I ate my bagel and twilttled with my phone. I chose our booth in the far corner, with the view to the road. I sat alone noticing the fancy cars and the care free people. "That's the life I long for," I thought to myself. As I sat alone I ate the rest of my bagel and watched local cable. I sat alone and my coffee got cold. I was anticipating the upcoming flight that you and I were going to take. I sat alone and I waited. I waited and waited. An hour later, I still sat alone, Thinking about our plans and the promises of the night before. I sat alone waiting on a love that was a no show, A change that never came. I sat alone a little bit longer, then... I left and left you to sit alone as you left me. Don't forget, I sat alone...

HELP ME!

HELP ME!
My bills are due and I'm flat broke. You try being a college student with no help from those who "have your back."
HELP ME!
I have so much work to t urn in, duties to fulfill, and a load of engagements that require my presence. What do I do?
I NEED HELP!
Everyone is coming to me for help. I can barely help myself. I am not the Messiah. I have problems of my own. Too many people are in my ear with useless advice that I didn't ask for. Somebody help me before I go psycho.
Somebody help me while I wait for my stimulus check. Thanks to Geroge W. we've all taken a hit in the pocket.
God Do you hear me? HELP ME! HELP ME!
I can't help myself. I'm mad and bitter. Haters are coming out of the woodworks. I'm striving but I can't make it by myself.
Help me, God. I look unto you, the Hill from which cometh my help. I know my Help comes from you.
I look around and see that my Help is already here. The problem isn't mine anymore. It is yours. …

The Man behind The Mask (repost)

It's morning time,
Time to put on my mask.
The mask that protects me from hurt and harm.
I walk down the street a man of integrity and a man of strength.
Behind the mask are fears, abuse, and violations untold.
Behind the mask is a storm waiting to be released upon the world.
As the day progresses the heat bares down and the mask is unbearable.
I don't want to take it off.

My skin begins to chaff, but I wear the mask.
All of a sudden I feel a peeling.
Tears, Anger, Pain, Joy, Relief have shone through.
The man behind the mask has grown and the storm has finally been released.
The storm as wreaked havoc over the city, but it has not destroyed anything or anyone.
The man behind the mask has been freed.
The mask burned.

Leaving You Behind

On a Friday Night, I leave your house.
I leave feelings, desires, and stolen moments behind.
I realize that the ride was fun, but it was a louse.
Time that was wasted where I could have shined.
However, the prison you held me in, I've freed myself from.
I take this time to say, I'm leaving.
As I drive toward my brighter future
I drive away from you and leave you standing in the dust.
Don't worry, You won't find me.
The Past is the Past,
I'm Leaving You Behind

The Mountain Top

The Mountain Top

On the mountain top there is invigoration.
Here all my worries come to stagnation and die.

My only fear is going back to the valley.
There is pestilence and desolation.

The mountain top is where I want to be.
I appreciate this mountain top.

When My Words are Few

When My Words are Few

Sitting Back with my Red Solo cup in my hand,

Listening to Lady Day singing the Blues, I realize that I'm lost. My feelings and emotions are trapped inside of me.

I need release and relief, but I can't seem to get anyone to understand how I feel.

My words are few.

My Baby walks in and kisses me. I respond back, but I still zone out into the zone of comfort and heightened thoughts.

Naw, I ain't mad, just calm when my words are few.

Naw, I'm not suicidal.
My Words are few.

I don't want to hear a word about I need to do this or do that. I don't want to hear about a Messiah to come and rescue me. He's already done that and I know what the deal is.

Things that I'm dealing with try to unravel me, but this is what happens when my words are few.

Just leave a message and I'll get back to you, but right now, my words are few.

What If?

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What if?
Many days I sit and wonder about the "What Ifs?" concerning you and I.
What if you and I had become more than friends? Who would be the strong one and who would be the ruler? I would be strong for you and we would rule together. What if you were mine and I were yours? Would we be intimate? Would it be just about the physical? What if?

What if we became sworn enemies? Who would be right and who would be wrong? Would it cause us both to go to hell?
What if?
What if we never have forever? What would we do? What if one of us dies? Who would remain?
What if?

Life

Life
What is life? Life is a four letter word.
For it to be of only four characters, there is more depth than the eye can see.
We only can understand and know life unless we experience it.
Many times I have searched for the meaning of life.
I've come to the conclusion that one must carpe diem. Seize the day. Live life to the fullest.
Forget about the haters and the nay sayers and be the best that you know that you can be.
Life is a learning experience. We can't make it without God Almighty. He sent His Son that we may have life more abundantly and that our joy would be full.
What is life?
Life is existence. Life is learning. Life is love. Life is loss and Life is gain.
You only live once. What will you do with your life?

Excuse Me Miss

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Hello Beautiful. How are you? What’s your name? I’m sorry if I seem a little forward, but I couldn’t help notice your radiance from across the room. Your smile, your hair, your voice, and your persona grabbed my attention and you became my focus for the evening. I’m not trying to get your sex or hit it to quit it, but I want to know you better because you are beautiful and I’m attracted to you. It something about your beautiful brown skin that is drawing me to you like bees to honey, like ants to sugar, like a flower rises when the sun shines. When I look at you a see more than woman. I see a rose blooming in the spring. I see a beautiful sunset on the horizon. I see beautiful rainbows and I smell sweet country after a summer rain. I see a diamond. I see pure beauty. Your seductive brown frame hypnotizes me. As I watch you walk in those heals, those jeans with the golden sparkles, I see an independent, strong, stylish black woman. You are a million dollar baby. You’re worth more …