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A Wave of My Hand

I wave my hand and the misery that cramp the space in my vision melts into pastels. The
sky twinkles with morning stars and the clouds that dot across the horizon seem reachable.
With a breath, I create a breeze that races across a meadow filled with tall grass. Lifting lose
dried blades, that dance to the melody that replaced the screams in my head.
Emancipated from the stress that held me hostage to a reality counterfeited from past
suffering. Disrobing the attire that identified the roll played, to an assembly of fools that only
believe what they see. The truth is the rabbit pulled from the hat; the illusion is the hand that
holds the rabbit. What we are to believe, that imagination is the playground of evil and we
except our surrounding as Godly.
How is survival possible, in a reality that plays tricks on your sanity? Feeding information out
of order, challenging dreams and awakening you to your nightmare. Having you hypothesize
from the only data made available, from a system designed to enslave.
When there is no knowledge to where you exist, questions are not necessary and anarchy is
a word without definition. However, with a wave of my hand, I can travel to the pleasures of
my thoughts. Letting my imagination take me to places that I only vision in my dreams,
picking the rolls I will dress up to play. To an audience that has liberated their minds to view
the truth.
No more questions, I have realized the power that controls my universe, and with just a
wave of my hand...I am it.////

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My Life In Short

I have tears that I have not shed, pain that I have not felt and memories that I anticipate,
will haunt me in my slumber. From the neck up, I am paralyzed comprehending nothing
only seeing gray images that stare through me. Facing myself in a mirror and not
recognizing the characters that become apparent with each blink.
My indignities hidden with lies and this made me numb to embarrassments past and present.
I have feelings, as if I am under surveillance, constantly looking over my shoulder
wondering if the person coming up behind me is a merchant of Death. Fearing my life is on
the verge of extinction, I consider planning my last breath so not to give satisfaction to those
that forecast my demise.
My Hands shake when I try to raise my hopes, and my loyalty is not with Gods, but green
papers with presidents. Left with the misfortunes that always end my dream, and
nightmarish figures that stork the corners of my reality peddling insanity, I pause to pause.
I make the choice each day to keep my sanity, but the obsession to indulge in the madness
takes over my mind and body. I become a junkie needing a fix of stupidity to stop the
voices of reason, so to intensify my incentive to fail.
I have a phobia to sounds I do not recognize, and tense in terror when surrounded in
darkness and silence. Through this thickness, I fight my way soaked in perspiration from
hostile thoughts. Fragments of images from deep in my psyche, challenges me for control of
my actions and dialog.
If only I would cry, then maybe the hurting will start and the image in the mirror will be
recognizable. My numbness will pass along with my paranoia, and thoughts of suicide will
change to memories of happier times. I will become comfortable in my surroundings and
myself. My grip on life will become steady and the only fix I will need is the one from
God.////

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I Am the Child

I am the child, of a child, of a child, of a child, of a slave.   They were the children, of the 
children, of the children of kings, Queens, scholars and worriers of Africa.

I am the descendent of wisdom, which gave the inhabitants of Earth the Knowledge of the 
World that surrounds them, the universe above, the earth beneath their feet and oceans that 
surround this planet.

I am the child that has to prove himself more then others, who has to study harder, play 
harder, pray with sincerity and walk in faith.  I am the child that must put God first. 

I am the child through the wisdom of my ancestors I am able to see further then most.  The 
future that awaits me, brighter then the one my father and mother before me had.

I am the child that listens when my elders speak, because they were the ones who laid the 
groundwork.  From them I will take the torch, carry it high and proudly as they did years 
before me.

I am the child who will one day have children, and those children will believe as I do.  They 
will know that they are the descendent of a proud people, and the strength of the spirit will 
keep them from harm.////

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I Just Said Nothing

Your Life began for me when the mention of the possibility of your existence presented.
When my seed fertile the egg and the blue print of life took on form, you were alive to me.
The insecurity of the one responsible for your transformation fell prey to ignorance
disguised. The voices that dictated the decision, that directed the choices, believed that they
were speaking in the best interest. How ever, the world views of the conception of life
matters little to me.
I weep; that I will not see smiles, hear laughter or cry’s, experience the touch when you grip
my finger with your little hand. Robbed of the embraces I will never receive, because of
babble from empty spaces between ears. Believing they will keep alive a dream by
destroying one in the making. “Do the right thing”, was the fraise used out of content by
injudicious people with selfish ideals, looking into futures that are not theirs.
Having love for someone never known, not being able to share feelings never felt. The tiny
phantom kisses that haut my dreams awakening me from my slumber, to a world missing
you. I cannot imagined the pain your little body felt while heartless physicians thinking, no
life no pain, snatched creations essence.
What will become of the spirit, looking for the soul mate that will never respond to its call?
Looking into the depths of all eyes, they pass, for a glimpse of something familiar to hitch
their life too. A life unfulfilled missing the beauty that should have been theirs and the
feelings they will never share.
I tiptoe past empty shadow filled rooms listening for the sounds of life, humbling silence; I
surrender and accept that you will never be mine to hold, spoil or watch grow. Forgive me
for not taken control and standing against the powers that were. I had a say in what should
have happened, I just said nothing.

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I Am Wiser

I see you reach out to me with welcoming arms, beckoning me to enter and enjoy your
beauty. My heart cries out, my soul implores you for deliverance. As the night, passes we
live in our awareness, clinging while the gates of our hearts open to greet love created.
Many a time you have come to me when I was apprehensive and troubled, no sooner do I
see you all worries turn to joy I am submerged in a welcoming calmness. When my spirit
rebels against all the trouble and injustice around me, I find your face amidst those faces in
the crowd. Rage in my heart subside and is replaced by the heavenly sound of your voice; I
am at peace.
You may ask yourself, how can I be so content with such a simple existence, and how can a
man like myself on the border of his twilight years, find joy in the silence of the darkness
and the shadows of his dreams? The time I have spent in those setting, I have found to be
the foundations of all that I have come to know about life, love, beauty, happiness and
peace.
Life is good to me now, the heavy weights that I once carried as if a yoke has fallen broken
at my feet, and are now the stepping-stones I use to reach my goals. The roads beginning
has lead me to a point closer to its end. With the horizon in front of me, I stop to smell the
flowers; beauty with exceptional fragrance, my awareness of creation expands. My smile
radiates deep in my life and joys rewards become abundant.
I am wiser because of our alliance and richer in spirit due to our intimate episodes.
Pleasures reached, physically and spiritually has altered the gathering of thoughts. I am
able to dissect meanings; foolishly, I believe there would never be a successful conclusion.
However, with wisdom I have a happy beginning.

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Sadness

I am not sure why it happens, but it does.  
Everything that is sad in this world seems 
to take residency in my head.  This 
overwhelming sensation drowns my senses 
with the intense rush of the dramatic, to the 
subtleness of surrender without resistance.  
It removes me from my interpretations of 
how someone should feel, and I am able to 
experience the full scope of this emotion.

I wonder; is it my turn to take on what the 
world cannot handle, and give all of those 
who live with these feelings some rest.  
Should I be upset when I indulge in this 
madness of sadness, or should I explore the 
origin that gave birth to tear’s.  Am I 
supposed to just sit and wait until I am 
relieved of my duties as the keeper of pain? 

I know why parents cry, and I know the fear 
felt in their hearts when they sit and watch 
their child lowered into the ground.  It is the 
lost of innocents that they morn, or the fact 
that this soul will never have a chance to live.  
Should I embrace the sadness that is not mine, 
so to appreciate the love held by those when 
love is lost?

I know what it takes to break a heart, and I 
know the sound it makes when it starts to 
crumble.  The screams that go on inside when 
there is no one outside to direct this feeling.  
I know the feeling left when that heart lay in 
pieces and the emptiness those pieces fall into 
when a soul has lost its reason for living.

Should I cry out in anger, or should I look for 
all the reasons why this emotion should 
happen?  No! I should just let it all pass while 
I wait for my turn to be over.////

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Distances I Traveled

All my adventures are at an end, 
and the treasure I have salvaged 
over the years, I have stored away.  

The map that guides locked safely 
in the many memories of distant 
places visited.  

Shorelines that always gave rise to 
curiosities of what lies over a 
horizon are now just resting places 
to revisit travels.  

Distances I traveled, careless, 
winning over the moments taking a 
piece of wealth to enjoy in my 
twilight years.  

Precious memories re-examined, 
reliving the experience, enjoying 
life’s cuisine and leaving my 
audience with tears of joy. 

I have been blessed, my life a book 
written with subplots of valor, 
infidelities and admiration.  

Challenging situations in dark places 
and stepping out on faith overcoming 
hostel environments.  

Seeking, always looking for the 
forbidden fruits, savoring the flavors 
proudly displaying my conquest.  

The many lives I have influenced and 
those that have touched mine.  Are 
but the many gifts presented in the 
years I planted the seeds of my 
existence.

I have used my time, sometime 
recklessly and sometime wisely, but I 
used it to the fullness ether way.  I have 
no regrets, I loved, I lost, and I made 
friends and enemies.  

There is not much more I can do, but 
what ever is left cannot compare to the 
adventures I have already experienced.  
Therefore, as I walk off into the sunset I 
tip my hat to a life well lived.

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On My Return

With her body close to mine, it is early, 
morning-light dimly shines through the 
blinds.  I will be gone soon, and the 
memories of this moment will sustain my 
desires until I return to her.

My heartbeats rapidly, flash forwarding 
to the moment when our bodies embrace,
on my return.  Trembling with pleasures,
anticipating orgasmic sounds echoing off
bedroom walls. 

I will lose myself in thoughts, heated sweat
stained sheets, passionate kisses, arm-leg 
grip and climaxing thrush.  Holding 
back so to pro-long pleasures; reaching the 
utmost feelings of my desires.

Nothing will stand in my way, to get back 
to her.  Happy, knowing that she will be here 
to greet me on my return, and we can once 
again passionately embrace, on my return.///

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Sandra

Sandra, why have the memories of you lingered so long in my thoughts? Was it because of
departure without closer, dreams unfulfilled or passions that still heat the nucleus of my
being? I wonder if, maybe our feelings for each other were before there time and we did
not comprehend what it was we were feeling. Our time together, though brief, we shared
moments that would be unreal to others, if only for those moments they walked in our
shoes.
Remembering nights when I was unable to sleep and lay there listening to the soft breath
you would take while you slept. Hypnotic in a way, because the sound slowly lowered my
eyelids and transformed my world into a soothing marinate of warmth.
The days we would spend aimlessly, chatting on and on about all the things that we were
made aware of each day. The sounds that would cause us too jerk our heads, our
inquisitiveness to understand the harmonious repetitious melodies that flooded the air, which
caused movement to our bodies. Visions that were vague, causing use to strain trying to
make out the images that at times invaded our sanctuary.
I will never forget the feelings that day I awoke, and you were gone. I could not understand
why, if I had done something that caused you to leave. That first night without you, I cried
myself to sleep; the pain of abandonment was what I was feeling. I was unaware of this
feeling, and was not ready for any feeling of this magnitude. However, I awoke and was
lifted from my place of rest and softly embraced in the bosoms of love.
Wherever you are Sandra, I will always remember the days we spent in that nursery and
how magnificent it was to cross the threshold into this world with you.
Love Arnold

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I Feel Now

I feel now those touches I rejected,
the sweet nectar of the kisses I 
received without ever tasting.  My 
dreams are of the faces I left tear 
tracked, hunted by the sound of 
weeping from dark rooms.  All those 
beautiful women hearts I had stolen
then pawned.

I wish I had those lost moments back, 
to feel the caresses, strokes and the 
softness of held hands. The caring 
pecks on the cheeks, long passionate 
kisses stolen in shadows.  

If I could just wipe away the tears, 
and take back the hurt, to live again 
in the wonders of Love.  I would fall 
to my knees every day to worship the 
creation God so favorably blessed.  
Sacrificing all that I have, just to lay 
quietly beside love and listen while 
she Breathe.//////