Black and Mild

Black and Mild

Cool breeze after 90 degrees

Rain washing away my strain

He's gone for a couple of days, just me

until a little after three

Precious moments alone usually not comforting

I am afraid of being alone, more time to think

It's a quiet storm and it's washing away the stink

I read my book and I am able to concentrate

I watch the palm trees blow in the breeze

I start to feel something creep up in me

This weather make me want him in between my knees

For the first time in days I feel so deliciously at ease

No work, no chatter incessantly

Hennessy, Hot Tamales, no electricity...just me

Remember Me...

Remember me? I am the one you promised to love and cherish

It’s me who inspired two hundred love letters in one year

The one for whom you vowed to perish

Did you forget that I am the one who faithfully waited for you

I am still here, the one who would go down for you

Remember me? The one who bled for you

Did you forget the promises the promises made to me

Did you seek to drain me dry and test your lies

I am clean of trust and dirty from the pain

I remember the dream of you and me

Remember me? I am the one you lied to

It’s me, not the one who you desired

The one for whom you broke in her moment of need

Did you forget that I am the one who breathes for you

Remember me, for you I will die everyday

Remember this... on my knees, drunk from envy and unclean from her touch

Remember me? The one in the cold with you

Did you forget the promises the promises made to me

Did you seek to drain me dry and test your lies

I am clean of trust and dirty from the pain

I remember the dream of you and me

It has always been me, here testing the theory of perfection

trusting that God will make us whole

Remember me, “black love”

Remember me, my first oral fixation

I am here where are you?

Why wont you love me...the way I need to be loved?

Remember me?

Something new...

I am so petulant, I hate waiting

Blood pressure is escalating

I am fucking raging

Drunk with pain from my swelling brain

Finally exultant when things go as they should

Why can’t folks perform as believers would

Who are we? How did we get here?

No worries, no cares

Just disrespect, vicious words and obscene stares

Why are humans so selfish full of hate

I am not a paragon nor do I do exactly what is written

I too, am still working hard to seal my fate

On a journey of right-ing my wrongs

Cleaning up after me

I pray for everyone else's revelry

Once they discover the power of their dreams

Despondency, I cannot let the plight of the world destroy me

We must to do this together, it is much larger

then just you and me

Let the dubious attitude go

and dream, DREAM of being free!

In the Morning...

I am waking in my dream and were nothing is what it seems

Everything is quiet at first, then I hear, my eyes are open but I can’t see

Voices become clearer from the room next to me

I am a little confused and disoriented, where am I?

Then it hits me...I am AWAKE! Oh hell and I am still in Iraq!

Me dream quickly fades away and I already forgot what it is about

I inhale, exhale, close my eyes already attempting to drown out

the voices

Decisions decisions...do I work out now or later?

Later...definitely later.

Walking to breakfast? Nope, I will eat cereal!

Five more minutes I need five more minutes...but I have to pee.

I sigh, pull myself up, slip on my Crocs and open the door and close my eyes

I am not ready for the sun yet, my eyes are slits as I stumble to the bathroom

Praying all the way that I do not run into the darn T-Walls or Hesco Berries as Brownie would say...dang I miss Brownie

I finally make it to the latrine...for you humans that is code for “bathroom”

For over 200 days now I have urinated standing up

Some bitches are nasty

I am still not fully awake and at 0600 it is already approaching 100 degrees

About 25 percent of the energy I do not even have yet is depleted

The sun took it and ran away

I wash my hands, I FINALLY open my eyes look at myself Smile and say

“Hello luuvaah, let’s make this money, Momma want’s a new Gucci bag!”

I Love My People?

On a good day you can tolerate them

Hell they are all you got, you need them

Damn they get on your last nerve don’t they?

They will have your back in a tight squeeze

Bust a head to the white meat if folks talk about you

Then turn around and do the same thing

“Who the hell you talking to?”

“I’m talking to you!”

“Boo, I’m just playing!!, I love you too!”

Flip Flop, back, back forth and forth

Can’t stand they ass, can’t get away from the past

In a instant you wonder how you came from the same tree

Am I you? Are you me? Who are we?

We don’t have to like them, love them in Jesus name only.

Save yourself heartache, don’t feel sorrow, what will be will be

Damn they get on my last nerve

I love them though.

Don’t want them to live with me, they gots-ta-go

Feel obligated, so we tolerated and just get fustrated

Who are you? Are you me? Am I you?

I have known you all my life and I have no idea who you are

I am sure of one thing, I will love you from afar

Who are we? Family.

Short and Sweet

knock knock

whose there?

me

me who?

me wan-go home.

Ramblings of my love...

Tiffany Gordon

Wife 4 life

3: I love you

3: I dream you

3: I need you...

I have been alone with nothing but my own thoughts for over FOR-TY minutes and all I have wanted to write was how much I love you and I am thankful for your intimacy and delicacy with my heart. I dream when I am awake...of us, and it is always in color, the only black and white is you and me, no demons, no darkness, just love, embracing, love making, joy. My skin is sensitive to your touch only, butterflies dance in my stomach, I smile even as I write this...reminiscing about you and me. You keep me strong, with each heart beat, it is to the sound of your name. Our first time was my last time, I wish I knew, to document the scene, in my mind is only you and me... Thank you for changing your history and letting me in, you never tried to rewrite me and you let me be who I be. I wouldn’t want to laugh over some “nigga-pie” with anyone but you. I only want to write new chapters with you, create new music to our sound and dance to our rhythm. Your patience is unparalleled, your sweetness is my weakness, I drink you in and now I am always drunk!! Now I lay me down to sleep and thank him, for you. I am so glad that I didn’t have to ride off from Ma V’s yelling “watch our for ya son!” ...