I was simply a young woman of many expectations, misguided fantasies, and visions of animated fairy tales fighting a war within my own walls in order to have none only to fit deep into his world so he could fit in mine, and we could moor our fleeting hearts once again back to our first perception of love.
—♥ Egypt
The difference between a flower and a weed is a judgment.— so said Someone
Frank & Egypt pondering sleep deprivation
They underestimated you. And you sold yourself short.
You thought because they all bloomed with colors of pastels and the summer spectrum that their rose blossoms all smelled of lavender and lilac,
and that your bare green stems and your lack of florals were an abomination of the highest sort to that which was said to be truly majestic.
So, you hid yourself from the Sun.
The nights grew longer as the seasons began to pass,
and great Phoebus’ beams shrank shorter and colder.
Yet, still—in the dead winter, through ice and chill you rose to meet Ra’s risings—above the now stemless petals and that great multitude of dormant ovules.
♥
You are divinely created—you are an ace in its place, necessary you are. Remain necessary my Loves.
Biwaha! & Andestagonwa!
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“Patience pays”
There is something about drawing repeating Teaspirations…eh, I grow so anxious. It’s almost like the thought of being forced to wear the same outfit twice in one week to work—but in a world of woes and sadden faces there so much more that could be fretted. Thus, let us turn back to this compensating patience…—E², contemplating coffee…
The world around me is in a rush.
Everywhere I am
there is a traffic jam—of bodies,
animate and inanimate: all filled with exhaust,
but they never cease moving. At the lights
they wait.
At the signs, they yield, and they stop.
Only those who lose sight of their time while on their journeys
crash
and burn.
When the lights turn green and the right-a-ways pass
we move again, and eventually, from A
we make our ways to Z.
Namaste mis Adestagōnwa,
What is done today is the tomorrow.
—Egypt and Frank talk discipline
Unadulterated divinity.
I told my mother I was depressed,
And she said- baby, it’s just the blues,
Just like every song has an ending,
This one would waltz right through.
It’s been three years- I’m still “blue”
I told my father I was depressed,
And watched the tears stream down his cheeks,
With a heart heavy with guilt, I said-
Daddy, I will make it through.
I was depressed, yet the one to show strength.
I told my friends I was depressed,
They said- girl! You just need a man;
How could I handle another human soul,
When I could barely deal with mine.
I was depressed, not in need of a man.
I told my brother I was depressed,
He asked if I was bleeding then?
He’s heard girls can go a tad bit off,
When their time of the month appeared.
I said- I’m not bleeding… He didn’t hear.
Dear…
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Love,
Esteem,
Affection;
Essential for Life,
Food for Living Creatures,
Oft forgotten by Privileged,
Deprivation sounds a Death knell!
©Meanderings 2016
Patience pays
Dark clouds loom in wait overhead;
bidding for hard rains to fall.
Thunder quakes with the voice of a nameless god
just before lightening bolts from the firmament with the aim of nothing less than divine vengeance—
yet in due time all will cease
and peace shall make its way across those now still waters.
Peace and always Love,
—♥Egypt
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