you’re the one who crippled me ‘cos my choices my ideas my dreams my hopes were never ever good enough for you not even the simplest color of my nails to the most complex house decor so, yeah it’s all on you you’re always the one the only best.
but i tell you gone are those days when men rule the world when husbands have more power than wives when men are the only voice when their minds bear the ultimate sovereign truth when men are given ample rights and opportunities than women.
so for the now my love let’s take away all the poetry all the storylines all the novels all the films that we plan to write and to make and indulge instead with the poetry of a daily cup of coffee made by you with love with glee.
let’s enjoy the storylines we make daily in every bit of your nostalgic kisses every trace of your warm embraces every glimpse of your candied-coated stolen gazes.
let’s make fun of all the novels with our useless out – of this – world arguments and stupid allegations with every humbling “i’m sorry” “i love you” “i miss you.”
let’s witness the beauty of a film produced as people see us walk around town holding each other’s hands with not once not twice stolen public kisses and affectionate warm hugs and crazy laughter.
for now let’s take advantage of our unmanufactured opalescent affection reflecting love after love light after light intensifies every single moment making us closer even afar with loyalty with faithfulness.
i would never forget the times i am begging for you to stay i am grateful for those times you left me waiting; uncertain i know how your heart breaks more than mine but that taught me love’s greatest lesson to look beyond what eyes can see to feel loved beyond hugs and kisses and warm embraces especially at times when you are near me yet a single glimpse is not possible these times when love is love regardless of and no matter what these times when love is love even if it felt like a glassful of water splashed, suspended in the air not knowing when to fall not knowing how to land unbroken unshattered unhurt these times.
a change of heart reinvention a rebirth whether literal or metaphorical it is a momentous occasion in our lives a moment of great change an extraordinary development.
literature offers a smorgasbord of rebirth stories from the classic rebirth story of Ebenezer Scrooge in Christmas Carol who sees the errors of his ways and transforms to the magical love story of Beauty and the Beast when Belle realized there was more to the Beast being just a beast.
i have my fair share of rebirth stories myself, the ones that did not only change my ways but my perspectives and my disposition in life, in situations, and in handling people around.
but my greatest most amazing rebirth story, if i may say is when i met you when you held my hand for the first time, when you kissed me and embraced me and made your own that my love was a total rebirth for me it changed not only my ways, my perspective, my disposition, but it changed my heart and soul.
‘cos nothing and no one could beat the fact that love, when true and pure and honest that love, when endures the test of time that love, when held on for so long is the best rebirth story one could ever tell.
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They say age is just a number. I probably am the living testament to that. At 46, it seemed that my life has just begun. At the age when most people would think of retirement and going somewhere secluded to spend the rest of their remaining days, I haven’t thought myself of that yet. For why would I? In 2 years I published 6 books and 3 out of these books are AMAZON BEST – SELLERS and 1 was AMAZON and KOBO’s NUMBER 1 NRW RELEASE in less than 24 hours of its release. No reason for retirement or slowing down yet. Not at all…. and yes, you probably heard the buzz by now, my 7th book will be out very SOON.
They say you get lucky when it’s your birthday. I again probably am the living testament to that. June has been very very good to me. I am blessed with so many good things these past days:
I was featured in 3 (three magazines – Entrepreneur Stories, TheUpdateIndia, and the Daily Beat) in recognition of my works and my upcoming book.
I had 2 poems published in Spillwords NYC
I had a poem published in MastecadoresUsa
Another poem is coming out in Mastecadores India
Hardcover copies of 4 out of my 6 books are now available due to public demand.
I am part of an award-winning ensemble of authors and poets around the world through an Anthology titled, WOUNDS I HEALED: THE POETRY OF STRONG WOMEN currently still NUMBER 1 on AMAZON
And I have my 7th book coming out very soon
So allow me to THANK YOU ALL FOR THE LOVE AND SUPPORT:
Penzone publishers SpillwordsNYC MastecadoresUSA and INDIA MY IG family MY WORDPRESS family MY PH creative team
and to my loving friends and family, and to GOD ALMIGHTY.
’twas a groovy kind of love what you had with your first love i would never forget when you said under the moonlight starry night he declared his love, so raw so pure so true so real what happened after was surreal you were left struggling in the dark unsure of what the future would be what used to be a love so true was broken, was destroyed so easily, so hastily that groovy kind of love turned out to be a modern twist of the classic “Romeo and Juliet” tale.
your eyes are like the sun burning fiercely ablaze with excitement whenever you see me smile whenever you are beside me and just like what they all say your love is burning and i am so burnt up over you.
so let go of everything abandon yourself to my love love me enjoy me follow me lean on me.
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i’ve always wanted a little prince who’d run around the house in glee i’ve always wanted a boyish laugh that’d remind me how it is to have someone tough and strong defend you, willing to break their bone.
but i wonder what about the boys in a war-torn country where they were forced to take arms and fight for freedom and equality where they were forced to learn to pull the trigger instead of holding on to their mother’s loving arms?
then i wonder, how about the boys in the slums and streets these boys lost in the loneliness and sadness of life’s harshest challenges these boys lost in the shadows of what could have been’s and what if’s?
how about these boys with raw emotions and feelings and thoughts how about these boys with dreams of becoming fine gentlemen someday these boys with hopes of a better life, what about them?
then i pray for the little prince i could have had but went on to be somewhere else lost in the battered pinnacle of their horrific dreams endangered, nothing to hope for, nothing to dream.
i pray there won’t be any boys left in great danger.
👉 and when you are there please don’t forget to leave a heart ❤ for me.
Here is an excerpt of the poem:
how do i mend my broken heart? my broken mind? my broken promise? my broken hope? every time i look at myself in the mirror i can’t help but see the brokenness in me.
that broken piece of me you took away i don’t blame you for that though but i must say i hated you for leaving me just like that.
michnavs 