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Shadows on walls falling from the setting sun; Leaving behind dreams, of which I was the star. Who's gonna finish this dream: Who can complete this dream, this dream that captured my soul, when you left out I waited, I waited ....but you never returned.

Who's going to continue to love me? Who will tell them, those lies were untrue? who will kiss me in the morning, now that I Don't have you? Shadows on walls talk to me , when the sun is rising, whispering... ever so gently that soon It will be alright. I am exhausted from forced smiling. I stand alone devoid of pain , And pain would feel so right, we never even had a chance, to have a lovers fight. YOUR dream was never to be dream t again, that's the dream I am in. Who will finish holding me; Who will say goodnight.? What happens to the love we shared when love has been forgot...one more day until Sunday, "Saturday or not"! The dream has ended abruptly: The dramas now unfolding. My Lovers gone...and only the The shadow knows the secrets he was holding. I stand alone devoid of pain, and pain would feel so right...Seven days we were married before they tore my love away. Tomorrow, for me now means nothing, even though it would have been Sunday, I want no more tomorrows. I don't even want Today ! I only wanted finish dreams. And to feed you from my loving pot : To live our dream accordingly .."Saturday or not"...! end poem

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When I was just a littlte girl I looked into my mothers eyes ,and ask with a serious look , "What is Love" Much to my mothers surprise I was only five, but she answered. Love is the feeling that you feel, when your feeling like you feel like you never felt before. When I became a teen I asked my Granny, What is the feeling you feel, when you're feeling like you never felt before.? She looked at me and sat me down, she asked again...What did you say? She then cut me a slice of her poundcake,added Ice cream and as I ate...she said Love taste better than this,and better than my greens,even better than my Mac and cheese.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  She said love is all this plus a feeling . What Kind Of feeling I asked; It's that feeling that you feel when your feeling like you never felt before ,plus my fried chicken.. Grandma said.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 Now a Young women I met a Guy, we became best friends, we took long walks holding hands. We jogged together, laughed alot and with each other shared stories and jokes .Oneday he kissed me and I felt an electric shock tingling through my bodies tissue.I felt the  euphoria of grandmas poundcake. I looked at him and he looked at me; We were convinced that it had to be "That Feeling"                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Now a young women I went to my dad and asked "How did you know you were in love with mom"  He looked at me and said..." Remember when you were small and  I'd toss you up high in the air?" Rememer the Thrill of the free fall, remember excitment, remember the trust.? How secure you felt as you landed in my arms. Love is the excitement of the freefall into  trusting arms that will catch you! And That feeling that you feel,that you,ve never felt before.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Two days later My friend proposed. My heart fluttered as he kissed my lips; Fried Chicken, Pound cake ..thrills laughter and trust, laughter and love all at once. He gave me that feeling that mama spoke of. He gave me that feeling that grandma showe me; He gave me that feeling that daddy demonstrated. So when my children ask me "WHAT IS LOVE"   I will tell them love is security and trust, love is poundcake and ice cream, love is Mac"N"Cheese, greens and corn bread.    Love is a trustworthy Partner and friend . We lived happliy ever after until the end... He gave me the Thrill of that feeling.. ..He gave me love.                                                                                                                                                                                                      the end

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SHE survived the ocean , and the wind,she put a simile on many faces. She survived The rain,She survived the earthquake and the tsunami,being tossed about on waves...swept away at sea ...and was returned back to her parents . "Who said girls aren't important"? Asians will respect this one. She is a symbol of what/and who is in charge ...must I , need I ...say more....No ,she has said it all when she washed ashore, and landed in the muck and the mire; Thru sheer desire,she willed her way home. Back into the arms that yielded her to the storms.                                                                                                   

She told the story of loves blessed grace;  She tells the story of the human race,cries from a tiny face;  He heard the cries of this baby girl : She made the hard heart-ed smile..She is my she-ro . I smiled inside as my hope grew...convincing me that I ...should hold on too.She is the symbol of Hope for all this world. That when your will and Gods will, join as one...He heard the cries of this baby girl,and through it all her will was done.! See she was safe in her mothers arms, when this tsunami put her in the way of harm.She weathered the storm and sounded the alarm...She liked it better in those loving arms. So she floated,and was tossed around and yet, she willed her way back,back, to a place where she could be found...Her tiny voice, was barely heard ,but her will was stronger than tsunamis and oceans.  And her small, small voice was finally  heard....She is a symbol of mans will and Gods love. She is my She-ro.                                                                                                                                                                                                      Inspired my the nameless baby girl Swept out to sea, and returned to her parents loving arms again. Write a poem for her poets...she was only 4months old.

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Devine InterVention

A collab with Briana Lucero and Vicki Acquah




To see love

In a grandmother's eyes,

A child's eyes, love in friends and family

Is to believe without doubt

that hope continues, that love continues

Through crumbling walls,

Shaking foundations and broken spirits

Without love, with out smiles

It's just not right!

Remember always

There is someone that loves you!

Even if it is only me!

Spread the love as it is better shared!

My energy is fueled and refueled

From my precious stream.

All my grandchildren,wonderful beings,

Gyasi,Sarah,Dakaria,Seynebou' ,and Sincere.

I hold on to them too, If not for them my life in vain.

Grandmas heart continues to beat...

As long as I can hold on to you!

I questioned my existence before you came

And with clear messages written out so plain

Your birth each one, gave my life it's worth.

My life cycle now has been complete,

Triumphing every defeat with five divine interventions

Where there is love shared and nurtured

There is love passed to the next generation.

Love should continue to grow

Through the branches

That are a part of our soul

Like your grandchildren

And my daughter Nasaya

And anyone else

We can share it with!

We are holding on to

The children

They ARE Our

Divine interventions.

Without THEM

Our life would be

Too sad to mention

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The under 30 crowd needs to check the over 40 crowd, what kind of mess are they leaving these struggling young folks in...Still teaching them that Materialism, Hedonism and Egoism, is the order of the day ,never taking up the cause.      " "Yeah Party over here"."shake your booty", spend your money on Gucci, and do not forget to blame the youth. Tell them lies  about being good, tell them go to college and go to church.Then you will get a good job, and you wont be beat down, or go to one of those new prisons they are building for you. You teach them to Ignore facts,and speak only opinions,opinions like. "remember boys and girls...all authorities are not all bad"   I remember even as a  burn victim,in the middle of my pain: I remember the fireman pushing up on me. I felt so vulnerable, I couldn't even talk..memories of that,overrides the pain. The point is they take advantage of the vulnerable so why mention the few that might be good, causing guards to go down.  Like they did with the pedophile priest and the people never rose up. Pretending things were normal kept children in harms way,basically no one wanted to leave their comfort zone.

How many hangings and killings, abuse of authority will the masses contend with before the truth is owned ? Younger ones watching the Older ones passing down those Step and Fetch -it...messages ; Cowards, blaming the youth.When they should be asking them for forgiveness for dropping the ball. But instead they drop opinions,ignoring facts... and blame the youth for acting, like they act. This generation is left out in the cold. Trying to survive a new war with outdated ammunition. This is to my young people...I love you...I will never give up on you; But do not amuse yourself to death .Find your serious side,In serious times....take care of your business and then have fun!

This environment is friendly. Organize survival groups... learn to ignore the losers. Use your Wisdom And intuition.Pay attention to details... and know your enemy. Do not react to buzz words...know what " Buzz words" are.! We shall talk later on that ! ...Oh ..Never ever disrespect the givers of life.. your MOTHERS SISTERS OR YOUR WIVES...Even if she's the worse woman you have ever seen. Never rape,or delight in others pulling trains.Take your rightful place. As leaders, remember, most of your road was paved by slaves. Slaves who could barely read if they could read at all!  Not much has changed knowledge was even lost!  You need to know how to plant and grow. Entrepreneurship is what you need to know. OK ok ! we shall talk later. love. love love...No ego, no hedonism,no materialism. Remember do not "humor yourself to death".                                       Love Mama.