Eventually you come to a point in life at which you will be faced with two choices: continue to live your life existing on the edge or run as fast as you can, leap into the unknown and free fall through time. —Yours Truly ♥ Sunday’s Best My only consistency is change. It took me a while to realize this constant changing can be a blessing just as a much as it has been a curse. Growing up, I was always a jack-of-all-trades. I never grew out of it. It is fair to say I’ve also always been somewhat of an anomaly. I never
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A train rolled into the same tourist station—the same turn-around every Sunday at noon—for who knows how long. Yet in the 4 + years both of us had been in the mountains of Frostburg, Maryland, we had never heard, seen or knew anything of that old coal engine. Nevertheless, that faithful Sunday sitting in the old-timey western diner, eating our burgers and fries we saw black smoke rising above the valley treetops. Moments later the big black steam engine, 734, made its way around the bend and came to a screeching halt on the track right outside the window of
The Muses in Order by Appearance Tru Bey: The Scientist Nahdee Shula (Nadie): The Gypsy Queen Nadira: Universe E. English (Egypt English aka E²): The Master Painter Seaera Marie: The Flower Child (Does not appear in Scene One) Act I, Scene I — I AM Tru yellin’ from the roof top: Yo, where the fxck ish E? Nahdee in the penthouse suite screaming through the ceiling: “Last I heard She was up there plotting with you.” Aye, don’t worry about where I’m at, or who I’m with, just know I’m busy doing me —thunders Egypt’s voice from everywhere… Peace God,
At one point I held you high above my mental capabilities–I am sorry. And I am aware now, for the first time in my life, of the sound a body makes as it hits concrete. I know now how quiet it becomes directly following the impact. I could hear the stillness of your heart in the silence–and it was agony watching your eyes bleed out. It was then my heart pounded hard in my chest, harder than it’s ever done. Vowing forever one beat for me, and three to revive and sustain you. E. English Poetry © 2015 E. English Publishing
My legs are swift, and all that I know of jukin’ is in full effect, but still the hairs on my arm singe amidst the rising falling heat. Pride won’t allow my lips to be parted—I will not, cannot allow my pain to show. I’ll be cinders before my feet stop running. Never would I have guessed, I would see the day that I’d accept a marathon through hell again. Signed, E. English ♥
You have to learn how to move your shit around. A lot. And how to toss the shit you don’t need today outta mind ‘though never really out of sight… I’ve spent a lot of priceless time tripping over things -a ton of unnecessary expenses. just shit all over the floor, all in my mental. I had to learn to keep my balance even while falling because living with what you have, and what you don’t will show you exactly what you need that’s not much. Egypt English 2015 © E. English Publishing
Love Loc’d by Frank May © Everyday I am deeper in love with you –heart stops– another piece of her dies. For your life is now so entangled in my locs, and I don’t want them undone. Reborn, anew with each kiss of my Ǝye. I grow as you stroke my Goddess… strum my inner strings. Your fingers tap. Your lips caress. Your eyes touch. My soul moans for you while I slumber, body aches when you are away, and my mind doesn’t rest if your locs aren’t safe on my breast by sundown. © E. English Poetry 2015 E. English Publishing ©
We are the light which all insects flock to. E.E. 2012 año uno completo