Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Time to bring back the flow...

I have been poetically MIA for some time now, for a myriad of different reasons. But I feel the itch under my skin, and hear the breeze of words stirring in my brain. It is time to write again. It is time to let the muse whisper inspiration in my ear and watch it bleed out of my fingertips into the pen... or the keyboard. So, in short, I'm baa-aaaaaaaaaaack!

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

It's a new year and whatnot

Lots of things have been happening in my world lately... well, in everybody's world to be sure, but I'm self-absorbed right now, so we'll be talnbout me, #thenkyavurrrymurch.

So this is a post purely to say that there are finna be changes coming, to my blogs, in my life, and in my goals. Don't worry (all seven or eight of y'all that be checkin' for me) it's all for the good. I'm regrouping, refocusing, readjusting and all that kinda stuff. So there will be a brief continuance of my semi-hiatus, and then I'm coming back, all serious and shxt.

In the mean time, can someone explain this to me please?

Wait... Let's let Red Foreman explain it......

Thanks, Red.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

I would tell you...

I would tell you what was wrong
if I didn't believe you would tell me 
why I was wrong for feeling like 
something is wrong.
I would explain my feelings
if I didn't believe you would offer
explanations for why what I feel
shouldn't be felt.
I would break my silence 
if I didn't believe you would dismiss
my words, concluding there is 
no reason to talk about it.


I maintain my silence out of foresight.
I hold my tongue out of prudence.
I squash my feelings to keep the peace.
And it's not because I can't express myself,
or don't want to.
And it's not because I can't find the words,
I have them in abundance.
I have played with words enough to 
know their value,
feel their power,
respect their potential.
I feel the finely honed edges of my verbs,
the heat of my nouns,
the heft of my adverbs and adjectives,
the venom of my expletives.
I know the damage I can do with my words.

Yet I stay silent.

Because if I were to speak,
and you disrespectfully wielded your words at me,
minimized my thoughts, opinions and feelings,
chopped and crushed them with dismissing words,
buried and suppressed them with your words,

it would be game on.
And while you use your syllables without skills,
I have honed to a craft the use of my verbal arsenal.

So I stay silent.
Because some damage can not be undone.


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