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Dec 2020 · 130
Pain. And so I...
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
Oct 2020 · 75
Sickle Cell Awareness
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.
May 2020 · 231
8:46
Noah James III May 2020
COVID-19 presented respiratory challenges to the world. If that wasn’t difficult enough to live through now, I am George Floyd.

Unable to breath,
I sleep with the light on tonight, wondering if there is any light left in America.

And just like that my heart split in two, stained with black grief + ache for my black kind. My African people. My American brotherhood. My family.

I cry.
No longer able to numb myself from reality. If there was ever a challenge with loving each other - as black & brown people - my prayer is that it cease.

No matter our peculiarities, differences, social status, ***, last name... I LOVE YOU and I see

I must continue each day loving my black & brown people- stranger or familiar- with each sun rise and every sun set. I won’t let my fear of the unknown prevent me from loving you. For my next eight minutes + forty six seconds may be my last breathe.
George Floyd, BLM, 2020
Apr 2020 · 306
Quarantine day 08 of April
Noah James III Apr 2020
Stay home
essential worker
stay home
or be essential.

While home
be essential
working stays
in order to be.

Be home
in your essentials
for you must work
in life to be.

Stay home
essential worker
stay home
essentially.
You either stay home or you're an essential worker.
Noah James III Mar 2020
𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛 7/26/19

Tell me how to find you.
To find connection with what we are.
Help me to remember better days that contribute to the memories of our life time thus far.
Allow me to assist you with cultivating peace in your mind and get comfortable in this.
However, if none of these move you, love- God help me to accept what it means to thrive without it.
Giving up has never been a reflection of true love.
Mar 2020 · 115
Tech 1
Noah James III Mar 2020
Tech 1
Technology has ruined us all.
The reason is quite simple, it makes it so human interaction is always a non-factor.
Literally each opportunity via face time could be infused with the beauty of a single moment… robbed.

We are dehumanized and often dehumanizing. A notification, a message group,
a phone application swiftly steals what could’ve been an amazing capsule of quality time.
Instead of gazing into the eyes of my partner while listening to him elaborate about the order of his day for the first time or the sentiments of his thoughts/feelings,
I get the pleasure of looking at his forehead as his gaze is fixed on his device…
and  his   words   are    few. Not to say his forehead is uninteresting but I cannot read his thoughts. They do not flash across the screen of his fore head like closed captioning.
There is this other layer / boundary that I am left to observe when he quickly switches devices.
and just like that I forget. I lose again. Another precious memory, instantly gone.
Yes, technology ruined us.
Technology is my best friend
Feb 2020 · 70
Lessons from Feb 2020
Noah James III Feb 2020
When you return home, they see who you were and not who you are.
2. Those you've lost along the way were never really there and were always far.
3. Guard you heart, Keep your art safe.
4. You are only as progressive as your thought patterns, negative ways are only a waste.
5. Time will always tell and will never wait on you.
6. Befriend therapy and consulting without think its evasive.
7. "Can these wings fly?", asked the eagle right before falling out of the nest in the mountain.
8. "I am not this skin. I am the soul that lives within."-India Arie
9. This history month is FUBU...
10. Rihanna even said to imagine what we can accomplish together.

You must accomplish within before you can outwardly.
focus, goals, February, lessons, 2020, fresh
Noah James III Feb 2020
R STEP out step out step (flex ) in.
r hand drops to (behind you) diagonal right.
Grab something and come back to neutral
*slowly dissolves
District 6: Diamond Ave | Choreography
Jan 2020 · 110
Beginning with you
Noah James III Jan 2020
began with you
Updated July 2019

I began with you. I think it over. Nights that pass when we no longer sleep together. We lay next to each other as your body carries you away. Repeatedly, I watch you. I pack up my things because we have no home in together. Buddies are what we feel like. Will romance ever have a chance to live? I hope for one day a change that aligns up with this love you claim. I look at you to tell you I love you, your gaze at me is one of disdain. Yet even in that, I hang hopelessly in said love. Will you change for me too? I am numb.

I began with you. I moved here for a love that we fantasied of, but did not put your hands to. I feel like a punching bag, getting each blow from previous relationships that have scorned you. Once done, the vibe shifts into this strange charge that illuminates the disconnect, the lack of between us. It takes time, you say. But when I wait to see an action from your heart, nothing.
I began with you but ended up with me. It is almost as if you were hoping time does the convincing for you. What if time gave us the love we needed? There would be no need for companionship. While you say there is no one else on your radar, we know better. Someone motivated by love would do all they could to keep it together. Keep it real. Mom always taught me love is an action word designed by God to reveal. But I wait. Wondering what I did to deserve this type of bait that hooked me so easily. The kind of ship that only one person is present in. My heart is drained; will it heal? I’m not so sure I believe in love anymore.
Used all up, I began with you. I pray for you, more than I pray for myself. I just hope I’m strong enough to survive when the real reason you’ve been withdrawn reveals itself. I’ve been nothing but transparent, wishing your listening is matched with fresh new choices to pick up your end of this space. Otherwise, my life has been ruined, and this time again, a waste.
I begin with me.
Love is a losing game at times but you win when loving you no longer feels like a crime
Dec 2019 · 64
eyejustwonder
Noah James III Dec 2019
When I wanted so badly for us to work.
[the Questions at the end of my confessions]

I wondered if you just choose not to answer me. I also couldn’t skate over the thought of if I was ever a sincere choice as oppose to just a trial to you. Of the many options, when you didn’t have to work, were you ever going to allot quality time for you and I?

What is a relationship to you?

Did I ever get it right some of the time?

Was I important or significant to you?

We were internet/ long distant friends for ten years-
What do you mean focus on a “dope *** friendship”?

Did you take me serious when I shared my challenges & uncertainties?

How connected are you to how you contribute to my heart?

What could I possibly do to make openness + honesty with me something you’d desire to do?

Did you consider me as someone you’d marry all to settle for just a temporary fling?
-Papo
Dec 2019 · 352
Who am I?
Noah James III Dec 2019
Who am I?
(Inspired by Frida Kahlo's story)

Will not compromise my vision
its birth from repetitive chaotic pain caused
by idiotic hypocrisies from ignorant people
I dance
but I will not compromise my vision
see
I see vividly the well that causes the
leakage in my eyes... the drunkenness to
escape the extremely loud *******
screaming questions that I search for answers to.
One by one
By one... I’m still searching.
My heart sings so heavily into this dark
Pit of hell. And, yes, I feel every burn.
I cheated on myself.
I write
painting
I will not compromise my vision by staying true.
What freedom ?
I don’t know.
I am truth, I am free
in the perimeters of my own cage
you sorry *** *******, I blame you for feeding me unnutritional food
for thought
Expecting me to bring life.

and abuse my vision
You benefit from these babies
they grow and you soak up the anointing God placed in me
my gifts are yours.
you wanted me to disguise the message
that you derive from  my vision.
This art speaks volumes to the insecurities.
I can’t
Can’t compromise my vision to make yours appear more holy
your sins are not mine to bear, they were
sent to God through the sacrifice of your living.
Living in an animalistic old testament view
of worshiping your actions to please
a religiously framed God who simply wants to love you.
Your wish to compromise my vision
would result in me denying the very grace
that created it. My truth is in alignment
with understanding God's truth that
gave me my vision. Yes I am free
to express.
I will not compromise my vision
they are only my footsteps in this life.
The stain in the paper from my ink
the flower from my seed
the blood transfusion.
I will not compromise my vision, I made
that mistake before
I did not ask for this glorious life, and therefore it was never mine.
This is my sanctuary... of worship
my avenue of praise it reflects who I am in this world.
Who are you!?

©2009 Noah David James III
It all started in 2009...
Dec 2019 · 164
DLS: Past tense
Noah James III Dec 2019
sunrise: 01/08/19
sunset: 06/01/19

I was for you
You made me feel love on every plane, see
You were strong and beyond your years
I looked forward to our 1 year anniversary
Together
Our life together- we flowed
I trusted you
I allowed you to see my nakedness
my asymmetry
I wanted you
I desired you
You inspired me entirely
I loved you
You were more thoughtful
More compassionate
More temperate.

With everyday we said good morning
Then goodnight while it was storming
I watched you slept
We dreamed together- so I thought
I admired every inch of your body, mind and spirit
I loved for all eternity, if you wanted forever
Asymmetry
Our time could've been stronger and exuberant
I was for you
Our friendship blossomed into a love I had no clue I could taste
Thank you for giving me just the sample.

I was there for you
I supported every goal and aspiration
I craved your ascension
Our ascension
And if you ever felt lonely
I was in that space with you
I pray we grow even more closer, stronger and deeper in love
You had me.

Were you ever mine?
This was originally written in the present tense but as it was fleeting and short lived, I changed it.
Dec 2019 · 351
As I wipe my tears
Noah James III Dec 2019
Too much time wasted
lost a lover, lost a friend
so much time gone tell me why did you pretend?
you’ve lost your gaze
do you remember what you saw?
we imagined colorful ways
we promised love would never be lost
all this time now gone
you grew tired of me
everyday love so quickly
became something you no longer can see.
Was it all a fantasy?
Dec 2019 · 54
Eulogizing
Noah James III Dec 2019
Never did I imagine love could work for me. After a few trials, I've learned that reciprocity should not be expected from someone broken, unable to love themselves, thus unable to love me.

You've shown me that beyond physicality, you were here, forever. Got comfortable, we embraced this cosmic journey together.

Our freedom rang and dusted away ruins untouched, and built. We aren't 16 anymore and haven't reached 30, but your heart was still tilted.  
Bruised with holes to many to count, my love would never fill you
so you chose to live without instead of in our love to heal.
SUNRISE 10/2018 - SUNSET 07/2019

— The End —