twirling in lieu of walking
singing instead of talking
i tip toe, skip and leap
past a bed of
i double back
i close my eyes
i fall backward
to view the sky
in petaled perfume
my lovely tune
birds soar by
everything seems so alive
and as i rise
to leave the scene
i spot a sparkly stream…
dancing…i inch toward the sound
of a watery concerto
playing loudly in surround
i give my toes a test
and find myself in up to my neck
coasting and floating quietly
rinsing away all regret
and i’m off to adventure more
when i spot a light-filled door
i draw near the portal
with curiosity i cannot name
and peek past the light
to hear people calling my name
i allow my eyes to lead
and to my horror i finally see
i’m no longer mortal
my family is mourning me
perhaps a bit morbid, but I’ve always wanted to die in my sleep…peacefully in my bed.
…the day you turned 21
Wow. I wrote this question and still wasn’t prepared to answer it. (I’ll do better next time guys…OR y’all can ask some questions yourself, lol)
I turned 21 in 1994.
Everything seemed topsy turvy at the time. I’d lost my job less than a month before behind my sleepiness on the job. I was in a relationship with someone 22 years my senior and that was causing havoc in my family relationships. The only good thing about this day was the fact that my then-boo cared enough to be the only one to give me a gift.
He and I had gone downtown to Manhattan. He’d taken me to my consultation at Bellevue Hospital where I was to have my sleep study to determine whether or not I had Narcolepsy (which obviously I do, lol). There was this little book store on 27th (I think) and we’d gone there a couple of times. I saw this book with my name on it and was intrigued. My name had been the source of many jokes and I never liked it. The only people who seemed to appreciate my name were White people. No lie…everywhere I go that my name is mentioned, I’m told how beautiful my name is. My OWN folks? I was Kali from the Valley, Kal-trate, Kal-Kan, Kaliflower and of course Kalifornia. It was annoying as hell to have folks teasing me on a daily basis in some way. It’s one of the reasons I respect names so much. Learning that words…and therefore names are the verbal manifestation of a spiritual vibration…was all I needed to know to get that much closer to loving the name my mom was SO proud to have named me.
Kali: Child closest to God, Egyptian…
So, when my birthday came…I felt like it was gonna be bummer. All of the stress in my house over this man and my now unemployed status, was giving me the blues. Until Ali showed up. He presented the book to me with an inscription that said, “To My Goddess”.
To say I cheesed and got chinky from high cheeks forced upward by my smile…is an understatement.
There was so much in motion in that moment. I had for the first time found someone (who’d found me) who saw me as a prize. He was the only one to give me a gift…and quite possibly my only friend at the time. Twas a very special night.
My 21st year would be a helluva an entry into official adulthood. By the time 22 rolled around…I was tide. lol
|Some of these questions, MAN…smh
…what? It rhymed!
Do you think love and marriage are synonymous? ((Was I sipping pineapple rum while penning these questions?))
Love can LEAD to marriage. INSIDE of marriage the two should become synonymous. Wherever love is placed, that relationship should become enmeshed in the word love.
Marriage is a tricky thing to discuss nowadays. Honestly, I don’t know why I brought this shit up. Perhaps today isn’t the day for me to be expounding on such things in my current state of IDGAF. Yet, I’m already 2 blogs behind in this challenge due to my attitude and need to be an example…or WANTS to be an example for the challengers…especially those who may be struggling with certain questions.
So, yes. I think I answered that. I ain’t sticking around here too long. INSIDE of marriage the two should “marry” and encompass all of those things resident in love…but LOVE stands on it’s own. It would be the arms of God wrapped around the world…if there were a physical way to describe it.
So there ya have it…
Truth? I can’t tell y’all.
Yea, I know…it’s not fair, right? Well neither are taxes, weight gain and broken hearts, but it happens.
This is one, I’m not ready to share and THAT is the truth. Maybe one day…but today ain’t it. lol
How about…I just give you some sounds. You know? To deflect from my evasion? Heheee
A little music in the name of “truth”…