Sincerely Me,

The thought process of memories  
Without rhyme or reasons  
Mind just flowing for all seasons  
Does anybody know why nostalgia always throws the mind and body into emotional treason  
   
Y’all I’m tired of believing, writing, nursing, mm.. sometimes I just want to be free  
You can find me on a sandy beach island  
Mojito in my hand, no time clock demands    
Basking in the sun, just being me  
Watching the world continue on, my mind fresh as it flees  
   
Would I miss myself  
Not with reminiscences of my mental movement now placed on libraries shelves  
Nevertheless, allow me to write the flow, however, the editing and posting brought to you by paid little elves  
   
Someone else uploading my thoughts into my computer software  
Relaxing as someone else is styling my hair  
Breathing in the intoxicating Santorini, Greece air  
I think they call this being lazy  
I would like to smell the roses, and yes even the daisies  
   
No words, no love, no hugs,  
Only my soothing music blasting through my IPOD earplugs  
Words are my life my mental expression  
Erotica is my obsession  
Correction  
Romance is my preferred selection  
   
Has anybody else ever felt like this  
Want to slip away from yourself to search for eternal bliss  
And I’m not talking about the first wish on your bucket list  
   
The memories I’m talking about have just slipped my mind  
I guess with all the words written I somehow left the initial concept behind  
The nature of my flow  
You will always come to know  
   
I have to continue to believe  
At least the notion for you to perceive  
Never to have you be deceived  
Therefore, I have to continue to write  
To keep sight of what’s wrong or what’s right  
I give you the essence of my mind with all my might  
   
The Nurse in me I could never flee  
As I stood upon graduation adopting that healing creed  
Guaranteed to succeed no matter what the cost to proceed  
The road I’ve traveled drops me nightly to my knees  
No silent judgments allowed please  
   
Yes I’ll always give my Love and Hugs  
To the bad, the good, and even to the hardcore thugs  
My island I suppose is the femininity of my soft origin  
I started out this poem on relating about memories until my mental swag kicked in  
   
Memories of mental pictures I could never escape  
Rewinding that sector of the heart, the mind, tasting its raw emotions could make one go completely sapiosexual at any rate  
Cradle in the sultriness of its universal comfort, spiritual benediction in its beautiful wake  
The balance of the Holy Trinity of the equate    
   
Cabana Boy please bring me my Mojito drink  
I’m sitting here on this island, and my words have made me think  
I’m relaxing  
Chilling and Maxing  
A Rose in my hair  
Sweet Jasmine floating through the air  
   
Daisies tickling beneath my bare toes  
The memory of this poem  
Will help God only who knows  
The air in Greece the blue ocean laid out before my feet  
There is a handsome man bare chested with a pencil thin goatee I’m about to meet  
He’s looking out at the coral blue water as he’s walking  
Yes my eyes are totally stalking  
   
His smile lighting up like a Christmas tree  
As he’s looking straight at me  
I will send you all a written postcard  
Therefore, what I just said about me fleeing myself, please just disregard  
From what I recently stated  
My erotic nature will be tested under silk sheets in my hotel suite while feeling elated  
   
Great feelings from what I’m about to create  
This will be memories of fate  
From a tropical island escape