first musical memory
playing Mary Poppins
over and over on my portable suitcase
phonograph  
not convinced that
a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down

went over to my friends house
to play Barbies
heard B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets
on her record player
began my life long
love of rock music

grew up attending a Southern Baptist church
if my faith continues to evolve in and out of specific creeds and dogmatic beliefs
right arm will never fail to involuntarily rise
towards the Heavens
whenever i hear
How Great Thou Art being sung

parents were in their late 30's
by the time i was born
was exposed to big band music
show tunes
mom's favorite
French operatic singer Edith Piaf

Riverview Elementary
in music class
taught how to do The Hustle and The Bus Stop
to disco records
got to bring in
on Fridays

love of guys with
long hair
blame
on the big hair
bands
the 80's

the 90's
such a kinship to the dark depressing sounds of grunge
believed  Scott Weiland
Kurt Cobain and
Jerry Cantrell
plagiarized my thoughts

mad or need to clean
my house
the 2 often go
hand in hand
heavy/nu metal blaring
at maximum volume

Currently
am at a crossroads
need of direction
helps me to undergo the deep soul searching
inecessary
major life changes are required

give myself vehicular therapy,
driving around Wilson Lake
symphonic classical sounds from the radio
surprisingly
maybe not
blaring

maximum
volume
brainstorming
my options
to the
music

overheard
ppl say  
they wished that
their life
came with
a soundtrack

Mine does.

The sky cries out thunder.

Rain is not far behind.

But I knew that, even before sound

I saw the light fade from his eyes and dark clouds

washed over and then it came.

Down like broken hearts it came, but no.

Rain not for sadness.


You see the sky sees beauty everyday.

He sees the the smooth plains, lush forests, towering mountains

But sky and earth can never be together as one

So every once and awhile rain comes.

The only time the sky can touch earth.

Uniting two lovers never meant to be.

you let me hold your hand,
and play with your fingers,
then you left to **** another girl,

and maybe you thought
i'd be fine with that

youre slowly putting a band-aid on my heart
now im just waiting for you to rip it off when im not looking

Knowing your worth is priceless... knowing who you are makes you a force-- to be reckoned with, knowing who's you are empowers you and positions you for greatness. Let, No-One devalue you... Let, No-One ever make you feel less-than; give-- no-one the power to dictate who you are, or who you should be. You are a Queen born into purpose... The deep calls unto the deep. Only a true King can see, find, hear, feel, taste, or understand a true Queen... He sees beyond her flesh and into her spirit; He's able to feel her pain, hear her hearts-cry, and make love to her soul; without ever touching her. He brings her healing and protection with all that's within him... because he sees her worth and values her being. Iron sharpens iron.... Only a true Queen can find, hear, see,feel,and touch a real King in a way that, he's never known but has always dreamed of. Only a true Queen knows how to build a King. She encourages him, Lifts- Him-up, catches him when he falls---before he hits the ground. She feels him from miles away... He's locked inside of her; with her he feels safe. A true Queen is there at his side... She's his ride-or-die, She's his life, world, and pride. She never brings him shame.... She puts him first and gives joy to his name. The King is covering for his Queen ...For her, He'd freely give his life. A Queen encompasses her King. Shielding him from all harm and strife. You are Royal... Know your place. Born for greatness... for such a time as this. Live- With Purpose, Laugh-It confuses your enemies, and Love- Without- Conditions and Beyond- Words. To: My Kings... I celebrate you and all that you do... all that you are, and all that you will become. To: My Queens... I celebrate, appreciate, and applaud you; for all that you do, will do, all that you are, and all that you will become. Arise... My Kings and My Queens: and Be Blessed. Walk in the beauty, the power, the greatness that is you!

Eyes like an open window.
Beauty like stained glass.

I look into your eyes
They long to tell me truths.
But your lips only spill a sly ruse.

Stolen in a moment of encapsulation.
Innocent for the entire duration.

Trust running down your face.
Eye liner that can't be undone.
Murky distaste what happened to all that grace.

Telling the truth can be tough.
Everything you are just isn't enough.