May 2012
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touch
he had hands like skyscrapers
that seemed to extend into galaxies
and I swear I could feel the burn of the stars
in his touch, a touch that granted me a million wishes
and gave me the feeling that I could fly
and I did, every time he touched me with those
big brown hands made of sky
April 2012
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just a thought
I want to be loved
with the same passion MJ
had for his music
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in the garden
your soul is a garden
in which I seek refuge
it is always spring here and
the flowers are always in bloom
allow me to sit here a while
to get lost in the beauty and
the sweet fragrance of the roses
to hear the daffodils blow their horns
and to listen as the wind calls out to me
let me dance with the sun and
sway along with the breeze
let me remain here forever
for this place has all I...
“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.”
– Rumi (via myquotelibrary)
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attraction
I saw Christ in his eyes, He was visible in the way he talked and in the way he walked. Oh, the way he walked. I saw Christ in his eyes, I saw him in the way he treated others. Yes, especially in the way he treated others. I saw Christ in his eyes, a light from heaven shone brightly on his face and oozed out of the pores in his skin. It bubbled up and poured out over the rim, He was visible in...
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Hip-Hop Haiku #2
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
Yah Yah Yah Yah Yah
I got you all in
check, when I step ay yo I
step correct, Woo-Hah!!!
asking too much?
May I shake your hand?
May I have a hug?
Can I have a kiss?
Can I have your love?
Is that too much to ask for?
I wonder what the birds dream about. Do they dream of something other than flying? Because I mean, what is there other than flying?
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skin
she cut at her arms
as if freedom was to be
found under her skin
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Pearl Cleage had a talk on campus today and this...
3 things:
- meditate (at leaste for 30 minutes a day)
- keep a journal wand write in everyday (about anything.)
- and listen to lots of Bob Marley
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season of joy
tis’ the season when
those who have sown with tears will
reap with songs of joy
فَاصْبِرْ صَبْرًا جَمِيلًا
Endure all adversity with beautiful patience.
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remember
She walks with bruised wings, self inflicted marks caused by lies she once believed. The scratches and the marks had her forgetting her ability to fly, yet another lie. For there is one who sees the beauty in tattered wings, and gives freedom and flight to battered things. One who relishes in those who flaunt their scars with pride, one who tries to get her to remember the day he taught her how...
“Lord, help me to be what You want me to be
In character, actions, and will,...”
– Fitzhugh (via thetahjmowryblog)
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anatomy
sometimes when I’m alone
my chin craves it’s nook
in the dimple above your collarbone
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