Stoplight

When the sun sets and the dark sky hovers
When everyone is gone and I drive away
It's always at the first stoplight...
It hits me and it hurts.

TaiTruth

Water like me

 

 

I am like water: fluid, soft and yielding. I am strong!

 

"Water is fluid, soft and yielding.

But, water will wear away rock that is rigid and cannot yield.

As a rule,

whatever is fluid, soft and yielding

will overcome whatever is

rigid and hard.

This is another paradox:

what is soft is strong."

-Lao-Tzu

He chuckled sarcastically as he asked me if I was falling in love...

he'll never know I almost slipped.

Tai Truth

FAR AWAY HARLEM

JUST AROUND THE CORNER

I SIT

JUST AROUND THE CORNER

CLOSE TO YOUR HEART

I'M HERE SITTING

FAR AWAY

AROUND THE CORNER

AROUND THE CORNER

I'M NEVER TOO FAR

IN FAR AWAY HARLEM

MY HEART DOES NOT TRAVEL

EVEN AS MY FEET ARE MOVING

IT RESTS

JUST OUTSIDE THE WALLS SHIELDING YOUR OWN

QUIETLY NEAR

IN FAR AWAY HARLEM

Spunky Tai

I don't know much 

but

I feel everything!

Tai Truth

He's my favorite person

I stare at him as he sits with his head resting in his right hand; pensive.

He keeps everything inside...
but, I can see right through him
the truth is always in his eyes.
I find myself afraid to engage him in conversation
I know once I raise a question he will be unable to hold back his tears
Tears that break me down to my smallest element.
He's my favorite person and I am his.
It's as if he suppresses his thoughts and feelings for my own protection.
He is my hero and wants to save me; us.
I want nothing more than to shield him from any and all pain.
I try to explain...
situations I believe are above his level of comprehension
but, he understands because he pays attention
I am both amazed and saddened.
He is my knight and shining armor yet, I'm supposed to be his.
He knows no malice but his spirit is strong
So, strong he weakens me.
He's my favorite person and I am his.
Unafraid he is. Unafraid to say I am his "boss", this is what he believes and I keep him naive to the truth...
it is he who calls all shots.
He turns to me for guidance; prepared to follow as I lead
never questions my direction, forever encouraging.
Unaware he is my motivation; doesn't realize it is he who moves me.
I apologize for my short comings but he does not accept
all he sees is perfection he loves me unconditionally
and "mommy is the best!"
My promise is that things will get better soon
His response eternally secure " I know ma, I love you!"
He's my favorite person 
the light that guides me through the night and brings about a sunny day
Juju you're my everything, I'm o.k. if you're o.k.!

Mommy & JuJu

Empty gardens

 Why, do we continue watering flowers we do not intend to grow?

My belief is that secretly, we hope they will

Problem is, most of us will never admit it.

Not because we don't realize, not because we don't want to, not even because we are afraid of the outcomes. 

Instead, what we do fear is the possibility of having to admit to ourselves we're standing in a garden and all of its flowers have withered.

or maybe even worse;one that is empty

A garden can be filled with flowers all the same

and one be overwhelmed by common color.

Roses can stand beautiful and tall as models on a high fashion runway and suddenly you realize all you never knew you wanted is the one small, white tulip in the corner.

 We fear conceiving or entertaining the thought one might desire nothing more than to witness the blooming of a flower never intended to be grown.

So, the question remains....

Why do we continue watering flowers we do not intend to grow???

 

 #SecretGardens

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