A poem...

Something told me I should write tonight
with no real inspiration, but I said I might
so I grabbed a pencil to jot down my thoughts
and instead of writing, in them I got lost
I told myself to focus, channel my inspires
maybe you, maybe us, maybe all of my desires
nope, still blankness, though plenty consumes my mind
perhaps I should save this poem for some other time
like when I have a topic, a muse, or a dream
all of which already exists, at least that what it seemed
So again, I grab my pencil in an attempt to share
something that I'm forcing, though I thought was already there
the need to put my finger on it, yet something I cannot touch
even though i feel it, to explain it? not so much
the answers I'm requesting, this poem cannot provide
for everything I need already lies inside
And though I'm one who is openly expressive
another poem will come to replace this digressive
and when it does, it will only prove the same
a mere reflection of my mind's game...

4/14/10
12:34am

My Kind of Love

I'm realizing that this weekend has entailed lots of talk about love...whether it be good, bad, hopeful, negligent, dreamy, feared, loved, desired, adored, unhappy, content, or just a blur, the subject of love on a level of partnership has been in consumption (as if its not always, but again, there was just enough to reflect on). Rather than give a spill on my take or reiterating everything I've taken in and breathed out this weekend, I was inspired after reading my newly found kindred sis Keila's blog on love and an experience that defined her kind of love, I wanted to post something that represents mine. On of my other friends Miya (super talented tattoist/artist...def check him out of you haven't...now I think I may blog about him in general and also all of the work hes done for me...stay tuned) had a very interesting conversation too that gave me some perspective on love as well. Then per usual, Nyandia and I spoke for at least an hour in a Bank of America parking lot (lol) about love and marriage, and then also per usual Shalay and I had one of our 2+ hour long phone pow wow's about such things as well. Anyway, let me get to the point lol, heres a video of a very admirable poet named Shihan who is one of Def Poetry's regulars...I absolutely love this piece as again, it represents (or at least does a good job at trying to summarize) "My Kind of Love"...