Morning Slumber

Artist Unknown

As the seconds turn to minutes and then hours

I’m lost without you

So use to the comfort of your body next to mine and

Feeling the stark contrast of your hot to my cold touch

I lay here awaiting the moment when I finally hear the car door slam, the alert of you walking through the front door, and your footsteps up the stairs

Then I wait longer as the shower runs and I hear you hum to keep yourself awake

Before finally sliding under the covers and pulling me into your embrace

Turning I wrap my arms around you as your head finds the perfect pillows and nestles comfortably on my chest

Now suddenly my body feels the relaxing of its limbers that eluded it all night and my eyes become heavy

Slowly closing in a tranquil state as I no longer feel the need to be awake

The cure for my insomnia is now next to me and as the world stirs

We take a satisfying deep breath and begin a much needed slumber

Together

The Beautiful Song Bird

Inspiration: Lauryn Hill

Plenty of times I heard her voice,

But this time there was something different

As she sat in the movie theater seats

Singing to the screen about a love strumming her pain

I felt many feelings that can’t be described

That voice of hers

Starting low and unique like only she could

Capturing the hearts of many as she built up

our anticipation of the journey those short minutes would take us on

By the final note we knew there was no one else like her

A talented song bird with a pure aura meant to spread a message to many

All too soon she was gone

Away from the spotlight she found solace

Able to be herself without the world watching her every move

Allowed to evolve in her own way without criticism

Now when she graces the stage she does so at her own will and in her own way

A way that I have yet to see in person

A presence I’d love to just have one moment in time to be blessed with

Until then I push the button and let the familiar notes of the song play

Before hearing that voice of hers slowly sing,

Strumming my pain with his fingers….

His Words

Artist Unknown

For the first time in a long time

His words melted my heart

He picked up a pen

Filled the paper with ink

And created an opera of emotions

Emotions I felt once my eyes made contact

With his words

That came out so eloquently they stopped my actions

Everything faded in the background

As I am transported to the image

Received from his writing

From son to mother

Silent actions transmitted into love

For a son from a mother and for a mother from a son

Only my to be understood when one is now gone

Physically, but not spiritually

Now she smiles with pride as I read this letter of understanding

Composed by the spitting image of her

In loving memory of her

He writes his clarity and again my heart melts

As I read his words

Twin Flame

Artist Unknown

Reaching the highest frequency

One become two

At different points

Separate , but equal

Attraction

Drawing together magnetically

Mirroring ones reflection

You ignite me

Caught up in a blaze of recognition

We connect

Mind, body, and soul

Blended in a sensual haze

Intertwining with one another

Becoming familiarized

Touching, tasting, pleasing, releasing

Pent up energy stored for this moment

When two become one

In a burning twin flame

Short Story: The People Of The Lake

Lake Lanier

Silence filled the night as the young girl sat near the lake. 

“What you doing out here,” a whispering voice touched her ears. 

“Who said that,” she called out while standing. 

“Dangerous place for a lonely girl,” the voice said again. 

“Who’s there,” her heart sped up with fear. 

Backing up preparing to run, the girl saw something that made her want to pass out. A glowing figure began coming out of the water. It was a African American girl about the same age as her wearing old tattered clothing. Her eyes held a hint of sadness and a lot of anger

“Where are you going girl,” her voice got stronger. 

She turned to run, but a force stopped her. 

“Going so soon,” the spirit taunted her. 

Tears flowed down the girls eyes as she pleaded, “Please.”

With the snap of a finger, the spirit had the girl sitting back at the edge of the water with her. 

“Relax girl, I won’t hurt you right now.”

“What do you want,” the frightened girl asked. 

“What is your name,” the spirit asked back. 

“Nechole,” the girl answered. 

“Well Nechole, I am Polly. Named after my mother,” she said with pride. 

“Are you going to hurt me, Polly,” Nechole’s voice shook. 

“You intrigue me,” Polly looked closely at her, “Why would you be here alone despite the history of this place.”

“Lake Lanier,” Nechole was confused. 

“You people must do better with learning history,” Polly scoffed, “Have you never heard of Oscarville?”

“Oscarville?”

Polly waved her hand out towards the water and an image of a city appeared. In it you could see people running for their lives, buildings on fire, and so much death before water rushed through the town and the image sank back into the water. When she looked at Nechole there was tears running down her face. 

“Was that real,” Nechole finally spoke. 

Polly shook her head while sighing. It had been awhile since she told the story to anyone. Many were not worthy, but it was something that stopped her from letting happen to Nechole what happened to the others. 

“It was very much real. Those that didn’t make it out safely, were killed all because people felt we didn’t belong in a town we created. Then they lived in the town like nothing happened before flooding it further disrespecting  our bodies.”

Nechole sat there taking in all that was told to her. Not only was she talking to a ghost, but receiving a history lesson as well. 

“Is that why there’s so much death here,” Nechole’s voice rose like she had just uncovered and major secret. 

“Over 600,” Polly stood, You should go now.”

“What’s wrong,” Nechole was scared again. 

“The others will be waking soon and they won’t be as nice as me.”

Nechole backed up from the shore and moved quickly towards land. Looking out at the water she saw other glowing figures begin to rise out of the water lighting up the night and watching her. What appeared to be the leader, held up his hand and made her stop in her tracks. 

He then looked at Polly,” You told her our story?”

“Yes Father,” she moved closer to him.

“Why?”

“She has good energy. She is the one to tell the story.”

The father looked back at Nechole. In the blink of an eye he stood in front of her. He circle her with glowing eyes studying her before stopping back in front of her. 

“My daughter is a fine judge of character. You radiate purity. Will you tell our story?” 

“Is that what you want,” Nechole’s voice shook. 

“It is.”

“Will the killing stop,” she inquired. 

“We do not wish to kill,” he told her, “but with our sacrifice the descendants of others must pay the price as well. 

“You take our people as well,” she stressed. 

“They did not heed the warning,” he shrugged, “we were not welcome here then and we do not need to enjoy the creation that came from our deaths. Go back to your people, tell our story, and make sure the world knows what awaits them should they not heed the warning.”

With that he was back at the shore with the rest and they all disappeared except Polly. She lingered a second longer. 

“It was nice to meet you Nechole, “ she waved. 

“Interesting, but nice Polly.” Nechole waved to her. 

“Tell our story and don’t come back.” She warned with a smile before disappearing.

Note: Oscarville, Ga was one of the city’s located in Forsyth County that experience what many have referred to as a racial cleansing. 1,100 African Americans were chased out of the town making it an all white town. Many tactics were used such as burning buildings, lynching, and more. In two separate occasions, a black man and two teenagers were hung in retaliation to the rape of one white woman and the murder and rape of another in 1912. Towns like Oscarville and others were then flooded to create Lake Lanier which took 5 years to fill up.

8 years 28 days 88 minutes

Artist Unknown

8 years 28 days and 88 minutes

That’s how long it’s been since we’ve connected

You walked out the door and never came back

I tried to make excuses

Some reasonable explanation of why you walked away from everything

At night I spent hours crying

Wondering what I did to chase you away

Praying that you’d walk back in the next day

The next day turned into the next

And now here we are

Lost in translation

A figment of each other’s imagination

Only my imagination is filled with scenarios of how I got here

Wishing I could fill this void that you left

8 years 28 days and 88 minutes ago

Stay With Me

Artist Unknown

Stay with me

In this moment

On my grandmothers porch

In the swing my grandfather built

Under the moonlight and dancing stars

Stay with me

And we will talk for hours and hours

Build our future together

And in the silence of the night let the beat of our hearts

Rock us to sleep

As the moon travels across the sky

And the sun kisses the horizon

Shining a warm glow on my sleeping face

That you just so happen to catch

Sight of and make a vow to always

Stay with me

Sentimental Mood

Duke Ellington & John Coltrane

As a day of April showers brings me to the bay window

The familiar strains of In A Sentimental Mood flows out of the speakers

The Duke and Mr. Coltrane have entered the building

Putting me in a state of mind I haven’t visited in a while as the drops tap dance against the window

Closing my eyes I am transported to a time where love began to make sense

A time when you entered my life and everything swirled together like the paint on a canvas as it’s poured and twirled to make the most magnificent creation

A creation that could only be completed with the happy ending of us two

The feeling fills me as your strong arms enfold me into your embrace

Absorbing my emotions and releasing a positive charge of your own

Balancing us both as we sway to the tunes

Happily in a sentimental mood

If You Could See Me Now

Artist Unknown

If you could see me now

I wonder if you would still love me

The woman way different from the girl you used to love

Shedding my cocoon and emerging as a butterfly

Gracefully fluttering my wings through life’s unforeseen obstacles

Fearless and outspoken

If you could see me now

I wonder if you would recognize me

No longer the girl you left battered and broken

Pleading for just one more chance to get it right

When in reality you were the only thing wrong

If only you could see me now

Walking in my truth

Reveling in my beauty

Living life unapologetically

And no longer in love with you

Juke Joint Love

I fell in love in a juke joint

Surrounded by moonshine and bourbon

Soulful sounds flowing from Buddy Guy on stage screaming oh baby please don’t leave me

Brown skins gyrating closely

All speaking different languages to their lover

With one mutual understanding

Suddenly there you were in the center of it all

Skin the color of molasses and honey dipped eyes penetrating every inch of me

Caught up in the moment I moved my hips

Activating a sirens call only meant for your ears

You answered and we danced as if we were the only ones being serenaded

Slow and steady movements while staring in one another’s eyes

No words were needed

Our bodies did the talking

Song after song telling many stories

Last call for alcohol and we still weren’t in a hurry

As the last note played you placed your lips on mine

Sealing an unspoken covenant to

The beginning lyrics of a blues song detailing a love

Found in a juke joint