Miscellaneous Thoughts…

It's difficult to see our destination when the windshields of our thoughts are foggy, yet if we defrost the bitter coldness of our hearts, we will gain a clearer vision to proceed. Far too often, we allow the experiences of pain and sorrow, to go on; long after the deed is done. We cling to hurts, as if letting go would decapitate our souls. We train ourselves to hate, the very someone we once claimed to love. We point with indignation, and exclaim, it's their fault, it's because of them, if they had not, I would not, and on and on, etc. etc. Just perhaps, we ourselves are the cause. So before we judge, let us examine the soul, in the looking glass.

Why are we so fickle to believe, love is a gadget that dwells within the complexities of our hearts and mind, and at the flick of a button, at any given time, love can be turned off or on. When we learn love is a process, and time is the conduit for which we must course through, then we will begin to experience deeper and greater relationships.

Love is the search and discovery of oneself, shared in the presence of another, who too is growing in the knowledge and understanding of them self, while engaged in the relationship of loving.

Life is awesome.... You never know what’s around the corner..

To say I am eternally grateful, is not adequate. There is no stick, or ruler equipped to measure the joy my heart feels, but let me back up, and start from the beginning.
It was New Years 2006, and I desired to call, my friend, and wish her a Happy New Year. It had been sometime since we had spoken, and in our last conversation, she was having complications, due to diabetes. I tried dialing the last known number, and it was no longer in working order. Figuring, what to do next, I searched ZABASEARCH.COM, and found a listing of ten addresses, using her and her sisters’ name.
Making postcards, posting my photo, and phone number, I hoped someone would recognized my face, and call. The postcard read, “I am seeking to find, my best friend from high school, if anyone receiving this postcard is privy to, are familiar with Stephanie Ellen Wallace, also known as Hanifa, or her sister Sharon, both formally of St. Louis Missouri, please contact me, with any information”.
A week are so had passed, and all but one postcard had returned in the mail. January 9, 2006 I received a voice mail which said, “Hello. Your looking for Stephanie Wallace, this is her son. I am sorry to inform you, she is deceased.” The words shook me, the sting gripped my belly, and rivers of water, poured from my eyes. That night I prayed, wondering what went wrong. I asking God to tell my friend I love her, tell her I miss her, tell her I’m sorry I hadn‘t the opportunity to see her again.
To make a long story short, today, December 28, 2009 the phone rang, and it was my best friend, Ms. Stephanie Ellen Wallace. Tears flowed like the Mississippi, and even now I cry. Stephanie found me via my son, on Facebook.com. Like Sofia, in the ‘Color Purple’, “I's feelin' real down. I's feelin' mighty bad. And when I heard yo’ voice, I knowed there is a God, I knowed there is a God, and I‘ll make it my purpose, to see you again”.
To God, I am eternally grateful

Ms. Joyce Your Presence Will Be Missed

Ms. Joyce,
As I become aware that I will never see your natural face again,
As I understand, death is merely the beginning, and not the end,
As I pen these words, your memory traverses the passages of my mind, and I comprehend the lessons your life taught.
In the gift of your presence I learned,
life is a celebration,
charity is an honored duty, and
wisdom comes with the ability to laugh at oneself.
I witnessed your tireless efforts to serve,
your selfless ability to give, and
your professional competence to make something out of nothing.
As I glimpse through these privileged memories,
I realize the sum of what you taught.
LIFE is synonymous with Celebration,
Charity is its twin, distinguished by compassion and empathy,
for our fellow man.
Ms. Joyce,
your laughter brought me joy,
your charity a beckon of light,
And I am ever grateful,
for your presence has been etched into my life.
Now your able
to take that much needed rest.
I love you Ms. Joyce,
Always Kim.

Copyright © August 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

God Yet Resides.

@flicker by http://www.flickr.com/photos/ccho/

Arches of variegated colors fade from site,
As emerging billows seize the New York sky,
Calling to attention, “God Yet Resides."

Poem by: SistaSistaSister
Copyright©2009 by KRD

Father's Day (No more OLD SPICE!!!!)

My mother told my sister and I that our Father liked Old Spice Cologne.
From ages 5 to 15 my sister and I gave our father OLD SPICE Cologne,
for Fathers day, birthdays & Christmas.
One Fathers day my father opened his bathroom closet,
showing us shelves and shelves of Old Spice Cologne,
he said, "Thank you,
but pleeeeeease'
don’t bye me anymore Cologne"….
LoL

Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

Word

The word is given
The word is received
The meaning of the word is shown to me.
Day by day, experience after experience
I understand,
The words
Written to,
Given to,
And read by, me.

Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Reflection of Me ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ (Love Me Like Its The Last Time-AKeys)

♦♦♦♦♦Wombman♦♦♦♦♦

Venus Willendorf

I distinctly remember yesterday,
Before I formed man,
I formed woman, in my own image,
The craftsmanship of my hands,
Words were not enough,
For the final installation of my plain,
For this creation is the beginning of all man.
As I pondered, I knew within,
She needed the ability to create over and over again.
Her womb would populate the land,
Making nations of mortal man,
By my breath she became pregnant.
With thoughts, visions & dreams
Of things I created, and gave her command
It was her creative ability labeling
Every beast, in air, land and sea,
She titled every creeping thing
And named every plant yielding it’s seed
And when she gave birth to man,
Generations were taught her wisdom
For from her lips nations learned
I Am that I Am.
I distinctly remember yesterday,
Before I formed man,
I formed woman, in my own image,
The craftsmanship of my hands.

Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMA

Today is Momma’s Birthday

May 2007 my Momma passed away,
Today February 25th was my mothers day.
Born 65 years ago, in rural Mississippi.
Her Father a sharecropper,
Her Mother a teachers aid.
The third child of my grandmothers nine.

My Mother, Ms. Doris Mae
Was a force, hardly words could say,
The mother of four
Three girls and a boy
She raised us dominate and strong
She raised us all alone

Momma,
Was the best story teller one could be
Her voice changing with every character she’d read,
Her sound effects gave such imagery,
Momma aimed to please

Momma was a disciplinarian,
From a whole other era
We cried, hollered, ran and screamed,
Momma ran, like a star athlete,
I can laugh now you see,
Back then I thought my momma was mean,
For others, I can not speak,
Thank God for Momma’s love
While disciplining me.


Today momma I miss you so
I miss the way you called my name
I miss how beautifully you sang,
Regardless of the words you rearranged,
I get a laugh when I think of you,
There are times I pass the mirror
And instead of me, I see you.

Thank you momma for the memories
Thank you for visiting my dreams
It’s your voice I desire most to hear
From my voice mail,
Your voice eventually disappeared.

Getting back to Living has been a little slow,
Dreaming of you this morning, helped me to know
Its time to get the move on..
Thank you for being there
I heard your message loud and clear.
I love you Momma
Happy Birthday.

Copyright © 2009 by Kim Daniel aka SistaSistaSister

COUNTRY IS MY MIDDLE NAME

From the Mid-West,
South-West of Chicago,Illinois,
North of Alabama, Arkansas, Mississippi & Tennessee,
Yes I can cook,
I cook from scratch.
Anything you name,
I will serve you a plate.
Oh' did I mention,
I can also bake,
Pies, Cookies, Cakes
Catch you a fish,
Fillet it
Stake it
Cook it on the bank...
Country is my Middle Name...

Copyright © 2009 KRD aka SistaSistaSister

Cultivate Faith & Love

photo by Julia Hysilvinia,Rochester NY

The sun shined beautifully today,

Then easily passed away,
The evening found me,
Lazily day dreaming, of life
Best explained as fantasy,
Believing regardless how silly,
The emergence of my dreams,
The Mustard Seed of my faith,
Pungent, the aroma of possibility,
Birthing my reality,
Measured not in my success,
As so, my willingness, to give my best
Rising from the dung hills,
Piled with the effects, of
Re-Jec-Tion
Impaled, broken, but never hopeless
The sun shined beautifully today
Reminding me, as it gently passed away
Spring is near
Cultivate, cultivate, cultivate
For Love will find a way.

Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

VALENTINE S.O.S

Valentine,
Whomever & Wherever you maybe,
These solemn words I pen for thee.
In the silence of my midnights,
In the vision of my waking dreams,
My soul swims shore-less seas,
Tossed & tethered in aching absence of thee.

Valentine,
I cry, knelt beneath a darkening sky,
Bracing for the evening tide,
restless are my heart & mind,
Knocking, seeking, expecting to find,
A heart akin to mine
Lamenting the absence of its…

Valentine,
Tempestuous these choppy seas,
Testing my patience & belief,
Weathered, are my soulful pleas
Damaged by my unmet needs,
Yet, I continue to dream,
Visions of you rescuing me,
Valentine
S. O. S

Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

GOOD BYE

A note,
Balled and thrown
To the concrete path
Inscribed were the words of a lovers last breath
Kicked about
During the noon day rush
Tumbling, transiently, like underbrush
With one big gush of twirling wind
The note is found and read

Good bye my lover, my soul mate and friend
I tried so hard not to succumb, to giving in
I know, I kelp you in the dark
I merely desired to spare your hart
Now I wish I hadn’t kelp it in
And I pray you forgive me for my selfish sin
Had I not sent you away
Perhaps you would have been here today
But I know now what I didn’t know then
This will hurt worse being told by pen

I am free
My soul can sore
I wanted to tell you many times before
But you weren’t ready to explore
Pains corridor
I tried so hard to explain,
Every time I considered your pain
We’ve come to our end
Good Bye My Friend..

Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

King on the Throne

Marauding through the night,

Anonymously searching,

Sharing conversations of written word,

That in daylight he deemed obscene, & absurd.

Sunrise brought about the quiet solemn man,

Staid in his stance,

Geared for the battle of a professional man.

In his mind he desires love & romance,

In his heart, he's armed for defense,

Barricades against hurting humiliations,

Steeped in bad experience.

He tries again, and again,

Resisting the risk of being exposed.

Instead of finding love,

He's an Internet Ho (whore),

Merely appeasing his physical need,

While his soul yearns and bleeds,

For the love every man seeks,

To be the King on a Loving Woman's Throne.

Copyright 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

♥♥♥ ~ Valentine ~ ♥♥♥

Radiant affection, fresh with dew

Reborn & precious, every touch from you.
Embraced in the warmth of the morning sun
Shamelessly sheltered, wrapped in your arms
Love is born anew.
Time seems to make things right
Forgetting yesterdays of chaotic nights
Time the friend of all who love,
Despite the fight.
Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

Mishandling (to be continued)

“Love's like a wild rose, beautiful & serene, will draw blood, during mishandling.”
Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

Spirit Broke

Photo image by Starry Eyedkid

How do I continue being the motivator,
When my desires are returned, Maybe Later.
My voice ever holding a smile,
While from my eyes flows the Nile.
Time.
Time?
How much time?
I feel I’m walking blind, needing a guild to help see the light,
perhaps stop and go right. I’m tired of holding a tear stained pillow through the night. I am trying to understand, Is it not in the plan.
You are what you think. I think well of me.
Can’t help what others think. I treat all with loving kindness & respect,
all I get is RE - JEC- TION,
Affection denied.
So what am I saying?
I‘M SAYING MY SPIRITS BROKE!!!!!!!!
Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

Obama!!! Cauz' U Asked... "Yes We Can"

Someone asked, "What change has Obama brought"?
My response...
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There is nothing new under the sun,
An old idea on a different day,
A different time, spoken from a different face,
Can bring about different results.
We witnessed record numbers of folks young and old,
Voting for the very first time.
Numbers of folks standing in lines,
Waiting hours sometimes, to execute their right to vote
No fear of Jim Crow… police brutality… are Ku Klux Klan activity..
People united on one accord, backed Obama’s platform,
Yes We Can, is the slogan, evoking hope to the broken,
Broken by the effects of Bush-onomics, introduced, and left behind,
Economic devastation, war based on faulty information, class’ation without representation, and Homelessness, due to predatory lending. Bush’s ending was as devastating as his beginning.
With Obama at the reigns, and his resounding phrase
We began to dream, the dream of Martin Luther King
Regardless of ethnicity, nationality, class or religious belief,
Dreams do become reality,
No longer the joke, if we work with our hope.
The glass ceiling can be broken,
Yes We Can. For
We are the people, who built this land, with toil and hands
Who form the more perfect union, every hue+man,
Regardless of shade
Establishing Justice, insuring domestic tranquility,
Providing our sons and daughters for the common defense,
Hoping to promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, for our votes, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.
Yes We Can
Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

Obama !!! The Savior???

Obama!!! The Savior???
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We are our own self salvation,
Barack Obama is merely the inspiration,
Fueling the engine for a prolonged destination,
Stalled by judicial prejudice, class segregation
Covert discrimination, educational privation.
We are our own self salvation,
Barack Obama is not the savior,
Merely the vote of our conscious,
The President of the people, by the people, for the people
Whether elite or homeless in the street.
We are our own self salvation
Barack Obama is merely the voice,
The sounding board of our democratic choice.
Leading in this 21st century
Braking the chains of history
Rallying the desire for unity
Working to overcome poverty,
Awakening the possibility,
The glass ceiling is broken.
We are our own self salvation
Barack Obama is our legal democratic representation

Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

Domestic Violence

He worked for a company
spelled with an ‘A’.
They were taken over,
As he received a pink slip with his pay.
Being over qualified
no one would hire
his woman left,
taking the son he sired.
With no income coming in,
he felt a despairing chagrin.
Treating his stability,
the mortgage company and utilities,
inconvenienced his mentality,
as he witness friends and foe
losing their homes
Foreclosed
Foreclosed
Foreclosed
So he sold his house, one car, furniture and clothes.
Eliminated all his debt,
Got him a studio apartment,
Owned and operated by a friend.
He started over again,
An industrial cleaning business he began,
Success was at hand,
The phone rang,
His only son was dead,
Killed at the hands of another man.
Domestic violence.
Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

Payne

Photo by RozzieM@flickr.com Holding Hands

Overdue pleas, written as poetic screams, remember me
Remember what you stole from me.
Walking to school,
Grade school
Junior high
High school
Wearing smiling faces with innocent grins
We were friends,
I was there for you
Book reports
Math test
Free lunch
Flag foot ball after school
Me and you were cool
So what gave you the right
To gather a few of your other friends
Tie me to the gate and rap me of my innocence
Overdue pleas, written as poetic screams, remember me
Remember what you stole from me
We were friends.
Copyright © 2009 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

As a poet if I had one wish: ______________________________________ ~ My Poetry Would Eradicate Homelessness ~

Photos by LJ@flicker... Another Soul ... Another Story...

Sorry we never met, Will see you on the other side.

Sorry we never met,
I meant to take the time
I meant to be there for you, in good and bad times
Life has it's detours and I took more than one
There was nothing against
you
Merely Life’s corridor of choice.

Sorry we never met,
I meant to take the time
I heard so much about you
You were worthy of my time
Perhaps I even passed you, while hurried on my way
Perhaps we exchanged a smile, though I didn’t know your name.

Sorry we never met,
And now this tragic end
I lay these flowers at your site
And the card attached read
Goodnight my homeless, home bound friend
Sorry we never met, will see you on the other side.
A friend with regret.

Copyright © 2008 by KRD aka SistaSistaSister

PS..
Be more than mind full of the homeless…
We are our Brothers/Sisters keeper.

Writers Block...911

I started this site with hopes of posting my poetry,
However, in the last few weeks, I have found it impossible to complete even one poem..
Prior to this season in my mind, my poetry flowed, two or three poems per day...
Now it seem like a forced effort, and writing is becoming a chore, an obligation.
I am not sure where it stems from... perhaps this block is due to the many poetry sites i have now joined, and seeing how talented these folks are... perhaps somewhere in the deep dark corridors of my mind I'm feeling inferior, but why...  I must work thought these issues quickly... it is so frustrating not being able to exercise this gift which brings me so much pleasure..
Anywhooo, that's whats going on with me..
Wish me well...
Always Kim