Dancing with sprits

The moment I thought maybe I’d try to   dance for you to see, you were gone. Without a vision; one is nothing but spineless ghost. You didn't belong to the confines of a limited body. No, not when your spirit was so huge, so magnificent.

You were one of those that refuses to acknowledge the invisible rubble at your feet. you visualize only freedom, so you flew even in sleep, you flew until flying was the reality for you.

Going home

After my sister left for Jamaica

Janet Lilethia Harvey

I wept in the night of the desolate weep

I sought afar her through the convoy of airport limos

and carry my heart in my fist.

Tonight we will not share a meal

 So I levitate above spicy chicken feet &

Pig tail slather in coconut milk and red beans

the white long dumpling sits in the pot reminds me of bones.

Fried dumplings covered in plastic container

Crispy cod fish on onions and carrot,

I did not choose those in some gluttonous rage.

 I pull from the fridge the last thawed sweet potato pie (pudding)

  shed a tear on it before I zap it in the microwave

 and call it dessert- tasting the nutmeg through my tears.

After twenty plus years this house seem

-much bigger, I get lost going in circles

    its colder with out my sister here.

 now the winter feels much closer than it really is.

I am no longer whole in body or mind;

weakness of spirit envelopes me-- I miss home.

Days like this I measure my unshakeable confidence

and the will to keep on keeping on, via wilted desires

and the burred vision of the American dream.

Copyright October 8, 2012

DARE OR DIE

The reason I shudder may be because she is  hanging on so desperately to a friendships that expired. we travel not in the same direction anymore.

I  changed course for better -something she only read about many years prior to her  husband leaving .That is what she is accustom to, people leaving her life.

So did I - I tore  away from the friendship leaving  a raw open wound and she will not heal  I cannot help her, I refuse the  toxin this friendship leaks I said, "no thank you"

I've mastered the art of ignoring people. How I view life is such; it's like a play people we meet on the  journey of our lives are actors playing  a role in- lesson, our lesson .
We must learn to be ready for the teacher -the lesson or it's no ones fault. They will eventually exit our lives to play other roles in someone else's play, leaving  room for a new actor on our stage .We must restrict all attachment such is mental poison. Our bodies suffer, our soul  suffers illness and death becomes us when something dies bury just.

I DID IT MY WAY

Please allow me on this day to share my gratitude to the world that host me this long.

Through  hard handed care and  tough love- I savor the gentle moments tearfully- there were many yesterdays I guess you too would have given them back. Regret, they were  too few to mention.

I faced it all and stand tall, I took the blows  did it my way, yes I had my share of loosing I made a mess who doesn’t

 BUT IT WAS MY WAY!!!

Happy birthday Janet Lilethia Harvey on this day March 28 the year of our Lord

Friday, the sun is hiding from me today. I've packed the bags and am ready to go-not much comfort in my leaving when i must be selfless to accomplish in the task. Trust is the word and change must come. goodbye for now

The Answer Sits in The Center that Knows

I feel like we go around in circle hoping to meet in the middle, always seem to be on the edge wanting to meet in the middle. One day we will connect in the middle there we’ll create the magic concocted in our minds-what is it that prevents us from this connection

I cannot say. But priorities floats above the things we put of and put off, years only slips through the tiny opening we call tomorrow’s- task to be done.

Memories of Ballentrea