#NoPoo Book 1     An ode to Gabriel

Tunnel vision
So many split decisions
Do we always see what others mean
Delving in words like a Scorpion’s sting
I am bored out of my mind
I guess I’ll take a stroll back in time
Things were so simple
Getting by on dimples
Awaiting state of maturity
A softer side of purity
 
If you had one wish, what would it be for
Hum, probably for me, to close stereotype doors
I will change the bitter climate of minds
To discontinue wasting other people’s time
Breaking it down by geographic
Mental flowing non-stop traffic
East Coasters, we say, we play, and then we’re gone
West Coasters would keep you suspended with that long Billy the Kid drawl
My Northern folks
So slow to the point, couldn’t even find the North Pole and that’s no joke
The Dirty South
Umm, hospitality found by the southern groove of the mouth
Never had any second thoughts about
 
People Here
People There
World population census every ten years with a questionnaire
Black or White
Such a touching subject when each side thinks their right
For Steamy Me
The entire world is my bed
Please don’t misinterpret what I just said
I love with no colors to blind me
If you’re the King with the juice, then I’m your Queen Honey Bee
Therefore, no confusion once roving inside the depth of my sea
Hold hands, under God’s plan
United we stand
Divided we fall
Put your blinders on for a moment, your call
 
Move on
One World One Song
As someone once stated, can’t we all just get along
Peace
Endorphins created and then released
Hate
Four a small word, it draws controversial debates
Love
Blessings and ordained from above
My Love and Hugs
If I write my name one more time, I will have to dedicate this poem  
I’m sure you get the point; I’ll keep you warm through life’s raging storms
I really think my treadmill is a man
Holding up my legs as I stand
Preparing my body for an hour fast pace
Glimpsing the emotions of anticipation on my face
 
Pressing all its setting hot buttons; body eagerly jumping on top of it
Oh, my goodness, releasing some deep rooted mental unjustly rift
Restated like a intellectual lady, some mental tid bits
Read my poems I’m sure you know the essence of a dip
Moaning, are we done, after twenty minutes escapes my lips  
Nurse mode has been put on hold
Runner set free
As my treadmill dream is oiling my muscles to a tee
Slow, fast, up, and down
Taking my body on a course pound for pound
 
If you didn’t know the reference of it’s true meaning
As I’m treadmill dreaming
Sweat is reeking
Results I’m seeking
You would say, how long, and now
Popping it and Wow
Head bowed while still mowing the lawn
Be gentle, I’m as shy as a Fawn
Running and Coming how sweet
Finish line I crossed in a surrender of this meet
Okay, this fantasy is now coming to an end
Salvation just around the bend
Darn, I must jump off my treadmill friend
Until the next time I need to dream and sweat
Treadmill dreaming once again, you bet

Obscurity within the womb, the sanctified darkened sanctuary where human life awaits its fate, its destiny, and to be born unto its, Karma.  
        
Devoid of illumination as vessel conforms to the persevere of each stage of life, the trinity of each trimester of its fruitful promises, ordained by the gift of God’s remembrance, of life, death, and the spiritual resurrection to be found within His word to give us eternal salvation        
       
Within each spasm, extracting the infant of its ordained environment christening of God divine amniotic fluid, preparing the body’s descending of mind, heart, spirit, to be overshadowed by Gods laws of his or her soul.        
       
Glorious light for all eyes to silently weep the benefits of life in the moment to allow to be.        
       
A painful voyage, which transcends the dilation of ten centimeters, pain predisposed in accordance to God’s ten commandments, The number ten is the number of Heaven and the world and universal creation.        
        
The first cry of life, love rings to the Heavens of its reverence to make anew without the stigma of any sin.

The expansion of the opening, the most beautiful gateway to a world unknown, pushing forth into existence the limerick creed of intellect, compassion, love, of body and soul, instilled, unto the form of boy or girl.        
       
Each contraction the woman who bears, brings forth, the ying to the yang to allow the beautiful process of His holiness, the ability to adhere to the whispers of His creed not to allow man to put asunder the core that have been blessed and touched inside the womb; in addition, He who gives us the significance of a mind to think, a mouth to speak, eyes to witness unto the cries of this old world, ears to hear the melodies of its distance parent(s) vocal.        
       
In the degree of its missing elements, He who gives the embryo the sweetest ordained nectar to make the seeds of a man loins His greatness within oneself and to uplift. God makes no mistakes, and His Heavenly Angels are always on call.        
       
The discomfort, the endurance with each labored contraction, departed, never to remembrance of God’s connection within, the cord has been severed, giving mortals the hope, the courage, in the eye of the storm, the silence to kneel and pray unto.        
       
You are now considered God’s child within this naked world may He cloth you in love, compassion, spiritually, and emotionally warranted to covet you through your darkest storms found in the creation of life        
       
Selah