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Noah James III Mar 2022
Blind love, gentle dove
I have my heart toward only you.
It beats furiously,
yearning for all of you.
How could I not see
the historical trauma you've had to flee?
You've arrived in front of me to just be,
Wise serpent beautifully.
May the dove have an option to choose.
To gently love or fly free.
A blind love flees; real love sees
your true self is no mystery.
2022 Hello Noah
Noah James III Mar 2022
Somehow we realized that the passion connected to our deepest concerns and issues with one another was misplaced.
We realigned, apologized, and decided engagement was the space.
Who are we to halt the intentions of our love if time is running out.
We stare into each other's eyes and can hear our future calling us, shouting loud.
Now no argument is a senseless cause,  I still desire his truest love.
That's the one closest to his heart beating so steadily for me. So with every pacing step the thought of leaving we neglect. We go from an argument to engagement, to arrive at a love we know best.
Noah James III Jan 2022
I was stuck in #thanksgiving and completely forgot we were in winter. Winters have always been difficult for me. There is a myriad of focal points joining or leaving, plus showing up for the daily grind, that makes it so easy for me to forget #Christmas! I don't know what #NEWYEAR folks are talking about but I can say- with tears as I write this- that I am back on my feet once more. I'm ready, regardless of what it feels like on the inside at this moment, to cherish the day.

And so, as I rise...
#goodmorning
12422, growth,
Noah James III Sep 2021
COVID19- n 2021 when quarantine forced you to be one with/in your entire self. I started to honor the love that was best and to hell with the rest. This was very much my Journey toward completing my second book. Searching within for my earnest truth that in PAIN, with life I’d rejoice with you my gift of pain volume two.
Intro.
Noah James III Dec 2020
Pray,
Write,
Listen,
Meditate,
and allow the old skin to shed.
And rest when sleep comes to me.
Pain and sleepless nights with Sickle Cell
Noah James III Oct 2020
From Spirit's plane to ER, I
Waited 4 hours post triage.
Watched a middle aged white lady wail herself to the front of the line for her pain was the only thing that mattered in a room of other equally ill patients.

My body shocked and perhaps still in the sky.
It was this moment that solidified that I had matured: grown to know long suffering love more that the other traits. Patience was as rooted as my African ancestry, my black race.
This is an observation poem the stings me like Bee mid meditation & reflection. There is so much to unpack and release when the pain is this bad. I am grateful for another outlet that allows me to share my journey.
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