Poem 47: Fire

Fire in the distance
A beautiful seductive light
Shades of orange, red, and white
Flickering flame against the sky

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Music: Everything is Everything

I wrote a poetry piece after Trayvon Martin was murdered for those who were grieving him. This time, after Michael Brown’s murder, I didn’t write anything. Maybe I will one day. Now, nothing good could come from my own words. So enjoy this record entitled Everything is Everything by my favorite rap goddess ever Lauryn Hill, instead

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Everything is Everything

Love,

Meka
❤️

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Poem 44: Why I Will Fall in Love

Unpublished from Jan 2014

I’m going to dive head first
Into water or concrete
Thinking of only
The cool dip of my fingertips
Can’t imagine anything
But swimming
Forever on one breath of him- even

Wear white again
If it meant I could spend
My life with him
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In Conclusion…

From “what I would say…”

If I had to conclude my journey with one last article, I would say:

When you are young, you know a lot of things you don’t understand. The difference between those two are so great that it feels like you don’t know. You start to question yourself, and with questions come mistrust of your judgement and what you know. With that mistrust comes a reliance on the reckonings of others. Until one day you journey back to understanding that the reckonings of others are for the benefit of others and living for others has left you wanting.

At the bottom of this journey is understanding that almost no one is really genuinely happy for you. No matter how hard they saw you struggle to achieve what you have or how they cheered you on or supported the spectacle of your becoming, these were lies to cover their belief that you would eventually give in or settle as they did or some perverse desire to minimize what you have as on some level less than what they have… They will not be happy for or satisfied with you so long as you have become more successful in any area than they have become. If you lean on the advice and persuasions of others, they will advise and nudge you into misery, poverty, and loneliness. Instead, trust and rely on God for everything. This is yet another thing you know but don’t understand until you really do, and the end of the journey here ends back to you.

I would thank you once more for reading my stuff. Of course it is all just beginning

Love,

Meka

Poem 41: I Am Not Afraid

From the series “What would I say…”

Warm skin grasped

Quiet laughs

We may never comprehend

Sacred ground shared in our laps

A temple of prayers and tears

Life and love over their years

Dark places in all states

The pleasure, joy, and the pain

Decades among two tiny frames

Yet a moment is all that remains

Clasped in these hands of ours

Enshrined by life’s marks and scars

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Good Ol’ Toxic Relationship Anyone?

First in the series: “What Would I Say…”

I mean a good and selfish volatile relationship with threesomes, hall passes, screaming, belittling, violence, or an isolating toxic relationship. No? Are they are in high demand now, since we’re still having to decline invitations. If so, when did this happen?

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Poem 40: At the End of a Heartbeat

A Freestyle Poem By Meka

I learned that one could die
If the beat’s broken inside
Unless there’s enough love
Left to keep her alive

The heart’s rhythm of life seems
Chosen but random and
It’s beat is a juke token
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Poem 38: The Perfect Woman

By Meka Love
“Excuse me,” he said
Breezing past the perfect woman
Her attentive smile upon him
He’d only see if…
Eyes weren’t fixed on a vixen
Smacking her lips
At a text message
Before she ignored him
Called him boring and
Friends forewarned of her
Mileage
Calling them childish
He accepted the challenge

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