If I turn away from you, it is not because I don’t love you.
If I hide my face from you, it is not because you are not my angel.
Sometimes burdens are heavy, though I know you love me.
Sometimes the pain of the past is resurrected in unsolicited memories.
If I reach for you and hold you tightly unexpectedly,
know that you are my solace in a dark place.
If I kiss you with tearful eyes, know that I kiss you with sincerity,
trusting you in the openness of my vulnerability.
If I tell you that I have fallen in love with you,
know that my heart speaks to you truthfully.
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A fall into loving arms.
A passionate kiss and stroking of the hair.
Eyes never lie;
Beautiful tears.
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In the throes of death take my last breath;
Inhale me for once last time before I see my mother’s eyes;
Exhale me in white starlight under a red sky.
Kiss me; let your tears fall on my face and become mine.
Before I touch heaven’s twelve gates, let us dine
And commune in intimacy divine one last time;
Let me see clearly the radiance of your countenance
And adore the ethereal beauty of your eyes.
I ascend on the wings of the mighty archangels passing the sun
To the higher heights where the world begun. -
Fall winds blow against faces of sorrow;
In unsightly agony the beautiful wail in peaceful meadows;
Archangels glow and the peace that follows;
Heaven’s showers fall on parched weeping willows;
Blue starlight graces streams that quietly flow;
A child is conceived under the mighty cover of redwood trees;
The dead inside let out a loud cry and begin to breathe;
Children of the night discover flowers made of white diamonds;
Magical trees shed golden leaves.
Whale mothers lovingly whisper to their calves in night seas;
The earth sings her song beautifully to the listening pleasure of the galaxies;
Adonis is resurrected and blows a kiss to Aphrodite;
Hannibal seeks redemption and marches on Rome with reignited armies;
A Lunar Eclipse causes the kings of the earth to weep Uninhibitedly;
A crown and scepter is given to the once downtrodden and lowly;
Mothers of slain sons see them again in glory;
Souls long to ascend in the anticipation of the opening
Of the beautiful twelve gates of heaven.
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They fall like leaves violently shaken from towering trees.
They die young with unrealized dreams.
The grieving look upon their countenance for the last time,
And the die is cast in their memory.
The old clutch rosaries, and the young weep silently;
They are loved—forever captured in their beauty. -
Brand New Heavies – Never Stop
Released: 1991 -
I miss you. We had good times together. I remember when we took the 2 to Grand Concourse, and you noticed I was down and gave me words of encouragement
when I didn’t have any else to talk to. I remember when we rode our bikes to Yankee Stadium, but we didn’t have enough money to get in to watch the game, so we just hung out outside and listened to the announcer and the roars of the crowd. Remember the time we rode push scooters to Pelham Parkway and ended up at Pelham Bay Park? The week after, they stole the bike you had recently gotten for your birthday; I’m still angry about that. Ralph told me to let it go, but I looked up and down for it for weeks and never found it. I recall your favorite snack, two slices and a pineapple soda or a meat and cheese calzone if you felt like switching it up on any particular day. The pizza shop on Burke Ave, was a block favorite. You unknowingly gave me strength. So many memories; and now you rest with the angels. You are loved. You are remembered, always.Sade – Maureen
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Shirley Horn – Here’s To Life
Released: 1992 -
I loved you, but you didn’t love me. Me eyes deceived me, and my heart kept it from me. It wasn’t until the day I drowned in my despair and you stood and watched me coldly without a care—that I knew. Your misandry escaped me; in my agony I lamented that you presented your true self to me not so subtly—but in that stark revelation, were the cornerstones of my salvation. In my heart your name became a byword for treachery and indifference. The lacerations of my emotions were for so long revealed in every sentence. I release myself from you. I purge you from my system. Truly, physically you are beautiful, but your heart is poison. I understand now that you are who you are, and have been from your inception. I do not seek your approval; I have no want nor need of your acceptance. Unawares, you drown and are consumed in your own uninhibited wantonness. Upon hearing the news of your inevitable imbroglio, I will be dispassionate and listless.
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In my indecision guide me
In my weakness strengthen me
In my hour of despair comfort me
In my quandary vindicate me
In my loneliness be with me
In my dreams whisper to me
In my illness minister to me
In my depression uplift me
In my fear reassure me
In my abandonment love me
