this morning I woke up to you sleeping softly.
you opened your eyes and looked into mine,
held my hands and told me you were late for
work

non stop thinking
thoughts to decode
answers deep inside
and memories untold
endless mind wondering
existence

She is A Queen
She's something special, similar to a candy coated dream.
The God in her will sooth you soul as if you were Listening To the sound of the rushing river Streams
Her spirit Shines brighter than a car's high Beams.
Her love is sweeter than brown sugar
And Me oh my she is Looker
Her big chestnut sultry eyes reveals the beauty of Her soul inside.
I can just smell the aroma of her Shea butter and coconut fragranced skin as it glows due to her internal flame shinning within.
Cocoa Brown is the color of her melanated Bronze complexion.
Man, her smile drives me wild.
That luminous smile, her glorious smile, is as gorgeous as the clouds when she shows her pearly whites.
It brightens my day like a lamp in the darkness of the night.
And her mind Is a secret treasure That only her King Can discover and uncover the bountiful mountains he'll climb.
She's Artistic and Musically Inclined
And at the drop of a dime shell bust out in A poetic rhyme
And her words, Gosh her blissfully profoundly spoken words, will send chills up your spine
She's My own little personal ray of sunshine
Radiating truth and her words are so kind
She's simply divine
She's a peacemaker staying serene
From the inside out she is a beautiful Human being
She's good for your mental hygiene
Kinda like how your body needs protein.
Royalty is embedded in DNA gene
And her crown is made of lustrous flowing locks shining like oil sheen.
She is Royalty, She's My sister from another Mister, She is an Unshaken, Strong, melanized Beautiful Queen.

It is a snowy day today
A cold but friendly daylight
Shining in beams that are luminous and bright
Outside there are fractals floating around
The sky, as grey as a gravel road
The snow is covering the ground

My ticket punched, my fares been paid,
  the train sits waiting, rails now laid

My ticket punched, the whistle blows,
  its light shines distant, truth aglow

My ticket punched, the past on hold,
  the future scorned, the present bold

My ticket punched, a burning thirst,
—a heart to quench, new tracks in search

(Villanova Station: March, 2017)

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Cherry
Tree
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Why
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Haven't
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