Excerpt from “Truth be Told”
“Truth be told, I’m a liar, who will lie about anything to cover my shame.” Rhea gingerly dabbed her eyes with the moist tissue, falling back sideways into the soft sofa cushions in Dr. Vincent’s office. “Have you lied to me?” Dr. Vincent asked. “Yes!” Rhea adjusted herself saying, “I came in here broken, busted, and still wanted to impress you; So I lied…But I’m tired of lying, now I just want to die.” Dr. Vincent shifted in her ergonomically correct chair, clicking her pen, cautiously leaned forward and asked Rhea, “Do you feel like you want to harm yourself? Are you having suicidal thoughts?” Rhea chuckled, responding, “ Well, Doc…I’m actually having ‘Shomucidal’ thoughts. If I would decide to take the quickie exit outta here, let’s just say, I wouldn’t be alone on that journey!” After a laboriously pregnant pause…Rhea laughingly, with emphasis said, “Nah Doc, I sincerely haven’t had any suicidal nor homicidal thoughts, for the record. I’m just tired of the life I’m living and now, I want to do the work to change it!”
Ode to a Soul Child October 12, 2011
Ode to a Soul Child
And the Soul seeks to enrich what is already treasured deep within
So the search for likeness and moreness of self begins
You are complete already, but generous of self to share
From other's you take and recycle to bless them with love and care
Child of Soul, a kindred of glorious royalty divine
Soul Child by name, eternity embraces you time and time
For the purposes you were created for never ever end...
psalm of assurance March 8, 2011
I awakened the sleeping dawn with my cry unto the LORD.
My earnest, vigorous supplications shook the sun in the skies to rise, and spread it’s rays.
Daylight found me on my face & knees before the LORD seeking HIS face, HIS will; HIS way;HIS plan for my life; HIS comfort for my pain; HIS joy that always comes in the morning.
After my night of weeping is done, done, done, I arise in the morning seeking strength from the LORD to continue my race and run, run, Run!
PEERING DEEP INTO YOUR EYES, THE WINDOW TO THE SOUL,
ANTICIPATE THE MOMENT I WANT TO LOSE CONTROL
WAIT FOR IT… WAIT FOR IT..TIME TO MAKE A MOVE,
TAKE A HAND, DO A DANCE, GLIDING TO OUR GROOVE
EYES STILL CONNECTED, HIPS AND ARMS NOW TOO
YOU CAN SEE STRAIGHT THROUGH ME, AND I CAN SEE THROUGH YOU
JAZZY VOICES, SINGING LOVE SONGS, NOT A NOTE OF DOOM
WE COULD TELL IT FROM OUR GAZE ACROSS THE CROWED ROOM
YOUR GLIDE, YOUR STRIDE, YOUR PROWL, YOUR GROWL
MY SENSES LIFTED HIGH
MY SWAY, MY WAY, MY “YES” TO SAY, YOU SAW IT IN MY EYE
MY SOUL YOU’VE SEEN THROUGH WINDOW EYES, THE LIGHT WAS SHINING BRIGHT
YOU TOOK MY HAND, OUR EYES STILL LOCKED, AND SWEPT ME INTO THE NIGHT
ROBMINX the RHYTHM RHYMER