I Became It

I pretend not to think about you
Only as long as I can hold my breath
And when I desperately inhale…
There you are filling my lungs again
These memories of us
I replant them to keep them from fading
Water them with longing
To keep them from wilting
I have this dream that one day you’ll return
And tend this garden with me
That with fingers interlocked
And my eyes reflecting yours
We will make memories anew

Life might be possible without you
But there is no soul in it
Love blusters and bumbles
But in the end it is the only sure thing we have
Falling in love with you
Was like a deep sea dive from the top of the moon
It wasn’t instant… it wasn’t at all quick…
But as soon as my fingertips touched the waters
I knew I would never long for anybody else ever again
You consumed me
And were not repulsed
You took my ugliness in your hands
And loved it the most

Love is the prize of a relentless friendship
Cool waters and succulent honey
After the chaos of battle
Love is telepathy and alien magic
Love is when I look across the room
And you’re already smiling at me
There is no hole in my heart
Just a longing for your presence
A presence I will never take for granted again

Because I didn’t just fall in love
Thanks to your tender touch
I became it

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Tale of a Rose: Part II

You are the rose who can’t even see the concrete it is famous for growing from.

Weary traveler bleakly pressing your way towards the mountaintop, it seems impossible that breaking through the concrete was ever deemed a victory.

Ducking the stones from the ones who once praised your bravery, dear rose… give yourself grace… you did not know.

You did not know royalty goes unnoticed when clothed in the struggles of civilians. The king makes the crown, but the crown keeps the eye of the people. That’s why the statement is so falsely regal, it’s not kneel before the king, it is kneel- before the ring of golden steeples.

Respect the crown.

A chilly revelation to match the icy sting of struggle that you never expected.

Wondering why you climb, even as you seek the next cleft in the rocks.

My friend… full blossom wasn’t the destination. In a commonly rare case of defied expectations, you the rose are being called to- elevation.

Your heart is trying to fail within you, but you must not let it.

You are no failure.

You are the Rose.

Tale of a Rose

You survived your own mutiny.

Subdued the internal revolt.

Your battle scars are resolution and confidence… but that means you’ve got no scars to show.

From the outside they slander you as arrogant, condescending, unremorseful… they don’t see you on the mountain barely clinging…

You’re just a rose.

Fierce storms rise up in you. The why dids and why didn’t you’s. And truth be told, part of you wants them, even though they don’t want you and you reason within that if they could see you want them in your struggle that they’d want you too.

Second guesses multiply like fractions of a whole attention span in a 3rd grade math classroom.

Allegiance and loyalty challenged, where growth is the only measuring rod… “Don’t you see me on this mountain?” You say. “Don’t you see this… rose?”

Mudslides and dirty petals. Scruffy lookin nerd herder blacker than the pot that mocked kettle. No reward is worth this…

But it is, my friend, it is.

There is no turned rose tail to tell of in this tale of a rose…

Dust yourself off, and look how far you’ve come.

Leash those emotions and tell them- it’s time to move on.

The Juvermeinx: The People With No Mouths

Your tongues are thick with their rhetoric… lips sewn shut by their targeted claims of bigotry… any thought you thought you once had is distilled through the mediocre philosophy of not offending or judging anybody.

Your burning desire to reduce conflict’s flame is erasing your humanity.

You have given them permission to do ANYTHING.

They turn God to myth and make women out of our men. Females think they want to be males, tolerance is made to seem swell, but if gender gets completely deleted, psycho-emotional infantry will be mass deceased and the souls of this earth will be poisoned beneath the feet of a people who don’t know what being a person even really means.

And you’re so scared to be opposed by the big shots that you defend the ridiculous menacing vigorously. These degenerates generate religiously, using the very tactics of the Christians that crippled them initially.

Funny.

They needed to escape the manipulators of God’s name, so they could get away and express their deep struggle in a real way… and instead, they made their God their pain and their reality their struggle. They eliminated internal fight and replaced it with “normal.”  Is it really true that a few bad people have this much power over you? A few people who abused God’s truths can completely restructure your life for you? Must be, because you are now the few people forcing the many to capitulate to you.

So what are YOU going to do. Yeah you. With the thick tongue and mouth sewn shut.

It’s embarrassing to be part of a humanity that calls itself progressive when the protestors can’t speak up.

You need to do something before you’re wiped out. At least if you’re catching flak, that means you’re taking responsibility for being alive. Look at the history books- light has always had to struggle to survive. That’s why they don’t fight for their rightness, they fight for your silence.

It’s the key to our genocide.

-The Juvermeinx

Life of a Queen (Dear Maya Part II)

(Dear Maya Part I)

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Dear Maya,

Your passing hasn’t become any easier.

Sometimes your expired life arises inside my mind and I feel deeply inclined to cry.

But I am working on moving past that. Not to forget you, but to blossom from you.

You are the butterfly who discovered angel wings mid-flight… The ray of glory from which the celestial beings receive their cue… You are the irreplaceable imprint of God’s thumbprint upon the DNA of humanity. Grandma Angelou, you are truly what it means to be inspiration.

I know we are not truly related, but Grandma is what you are to me.

I slipped and fell into deep ravines, and found out I had wolves at my back instead of sheep. I’m a lion by nature, so I bristle by trade, but true royalty doesn’t obliterate people, it pulls them back from the grave!

Oh what a friend we have… in Jesus.

Grandma Angelou I’m beginning to understand. Like the legendary rose in the concrete, I am beginning to grow. Like the orchard in a palace courtyard during spring, I am beginning… to flourish.

Your hand is upon my back.
Your voice giving shape to my throat.
Your heart teaching mine a new beat.

And your love… your love IS.

And I am a part of it.

Thank you…
I love you…
I am sad we never got to meet…
But grateful that we will.

Happy Birthday Grandma Angelou. 🙂