Dear Mom, You'er My Valentine by Idrissa B (8 Years n Wise)

Happy Valentine's time day happy birthday too mom.
I love you so much.
You love me too.
but I love you most.
You are the best mom ever.
You are so Smart.
You work so hard to get our income.
You are so kind.
You love all children but most me.
You never give up.
You are so respectful.
Million Kisses.
You'er son, Idrissa. 

Now Feel Away the Constrictin

N then it hit me 
my chest - actually my lungs
start constrictin n constrictin 
while im sittin wonderin
what is this thing...
this fear
when i was really doing nothin
but on the net surfin n readin
sittin in my office preparin n writin
looking at somethin that keeps 
me motivated to b better. 


So this constrictin...
which by the way is much
less then the beginnin
yet still lingerin. 
Keeps me ponderin 
about this typing
which is flowin
like water n wind
It's so dam healin 
so im countin my
BLESSINGS cuz i talked
with my FATHER
who is aging 
with dignity and distinction


Whoa!...the contrictin
is lessinin its holdin 
over my lungs
Yet still affectin the breathin


When i get in...in 
to the real of this anxiety
that keeps me
searchin for the key
to release n free
emotion n spirit neg energy
so im deep inhalin into the pain                        
n the constictin is loosenin again 
to pure focus of intense believin, 
expanding, strechin, holding, 
testin, n pushin.


With desire of the 1 ness of All. 


The Knowing of the Now.
Time still n stopped 
Bein in the Now.


The Now 
that stops the pushin'
from the one cause of this constrictin'
too much Past n Future Thinkin. 

Life is Heart Beats n’ Breaths

Life is Heart Beats n’ Breaths

A Heart beat = a kiss

A Breath = a child’s smile

A Heart beat = why me?

A Breath = a broken dream

A Heart beat = I see you

A Breath = turning a page

A Heart beat = “what’s on your mind”

A Breath = opening a door

In this moment when Heart Beat n’ Breath repeat n' repeat their requests

Calling out their need for attention and respect

Got caught up in Yesterday’s Heart Beat n’ Breath…

cuz I remembered what “you” did...

“who did?”

“You did!”

"when did"

"the other day did"

"isn't it done did"

"no...It's still on...c'mon don't you get what you did"

"didn't do anything"

"then who did"

Dam…still stuck on Yesterday’s Heart Beat n’ Breath.

Right now Heart Beat n’ Breath

repeat and repeat

New and Fresh

What was missed? 

What’s tomorrow’s Heart Beat n’ Breath…

What will tomorrow’s Heart Beat n’ Breath be for you…

Guess mines was about Yesterdays… so missed Todays…n spent no time or prep for Tomorrows.

In the end…There is THE END…when Heart Beat n’ Breath stop.

N when I add it up…when I add up where was my

mind, spirit, body, n soul 

during Heart Beats n’ Breaths what do I get

1 million Heart Beats n’ Breaths living in the past

1 million Heart Beats n’ Breaths living in the present

1 million Heart Beats n Breaths living for the future

So in the end Will it add up for me?

Is it adding up for YOU?

It’s 11am…Do you know where your Heart Beats n’ Breaths are?

Love Em Now. 

ii the Infinite Pair

Without Bound or End.

The everlasting union

of connected souls...

spirit and body thru

ways and days thru

vibrations and motions thru

words and expressions thru

connections.

We eye n eye

i n i being one n one

as singular form and function

as the deepest attachment

with both body as whole

and the whole as one.

Then Two Points Begin...

   (fire attraction,

   calm satisfaction,

   deep reactions,

   positive reflections,

   wide emotions,

   strong passions.)

...And Circle To One

It's the All Ways Life
of The Pair Magnifique

Each One Unique
Each One To Be

it  is the Infinite Pair

it  is you and me.

NG Sexy Indeed

Just
Walks in

Always
Sweet lookin'

The
Outfits fittin'

Moves by...mmmmm

Right smellin'

Yeah
can move freely
Dance
heads and hips loosely
Dance
all respectfully

Yes
a mystery
at times
deepest part of the sea
most times giving off happy
some times working the melancholy
Once in a while real Stormy
Comes right back Calmly

waves touch the beach
with a soft hand
moves the sand
and then she run.

Runs family, home, work
Runs Life
Run n Fun
Run baby Run.

A flower among weeds
fragile? Weak? Not really
Got the good roots
Bends when right
Stands by real firm

soft kiss
nightly
passionately
secretly

What you see is What be

Agree?

Mmm Hmm!

NG Sexy Indeed.

by A. Nice.

Fear Not O Good One!!!

O Yes.
Fear Not.
Fear Full to the point of bursting.

Like inflating a blue balloon
becomes big and round
really stretched
Wanna give it another breath
but don't know if it'll burst
But want to give it another blow

Everything is Only So Much It Can Take
and then it all comes out
the build up
the karma round

The regrets...
Like chowing down a double chocolate fudge cake
thick with chocolate frosting
deep and dense
each taste is pure pleasure
with a little bit of pain
the cake is done.
The 5 minute chow-a-thon is over

The glazed happiness turns to
what happened it's gone.
But It's never gone. It's there
you just can't taste it
you may not feel it
but its in you.
It's you. Moving thru
your blood stream...your essence

It all comes around and comes out.
The circle winds to it's point and
circles again.

The wheel keeps turning...
and your breath and heart
keep moving

For fear is not all things
it is not all Life
It's moments in passing
a spoke on the wheel
blending in as it spins faster

It is not defining.
It's only expressing

So Fear Not O Good One,
it is that which
you are..

The True Nature that keeps you strong.

Father Is It

On a cold cloudy day
stepped out
began the brisk two step
down the block
bags in hand
mind on the clock
gotta’ plane to catch
To see Pops.

Just 6 days prior
spent time with a friend.
He and fam, praised their Dad.
A day of prep. A day of sadness.
A ceremony for family, community & friends
while bereaving within.
Great tales of Dad's ways
blessed with tears, song, stories & prayer.
Expressed with recognition, appreciation, adoration & hugs.
And a Pioneer he was...
As ashes laid high
golden before our eyes
All went into Nite

Landing in a city to see
Pops living with dignity
despite his physical infirmity.
Just thankful to be near, to help.
As Fathers age
seasons change
the man who builds
a family's will.
His garden of support,
left to tend by his offspring.

What is seen during days of being,
as age blends in and stages God's Plans.

The Pops is my man.
The Father is yours.

The days comes to rest.

Father is it.