I can see the flower, upon which my life grows,
Blooming into a rose.
See the hope and courage in the strength of the petals.
As long as I am, I will be.
The flower will never wilt or die.
As my life grows back, I shall become strong.
I shall become only dependent on one.
That one will be me.
I will rise with my petals high.
My life as a flower will bloom and prosper as I grow.
I may not be the pick of the patch,
but I am just as beautiful as the rest.
I will stand as one, but not a lonely soul.

We all make connections
As a child, we play tag
In hopes of not to be tagged
But still touch another
There’s the smack you ‘tag’ …
Gently caress you ‘tag’…
And the hope that you ever …
When will you ever…
Can you NEVER notice me ‘tag’ …
I have been playing this game for damn near two decades
And a sista still can’t manage to get with it
But do I have to?
Like Eve, I didn’t ask to be

Words can’t express how I feel
And I still can’t believe this is real
A heart of Gold and a Beautiful Soul
The future of Aaliyah we’ll never know
A walking Angel and A Beautiful spirit
We Love you Aaliyah and we’ll miss you dearest
Never having to see you again
is the biggest lost
But knowing we love you and you
love your fans is what really cost
Remembering your beauty and
remembering your style
But most of all Aaliyah

The leaves brush the shadow
on the ground beneath the redwood
it cradles us
covering entangled twisted twigs
we are between the shadow
and leaves
of the redwood tree
where the owl perch-wings spread
with respect and protectiveness
the great redwood
provide shelter from the falling rain
that is caught between fire
the twigs often bring
surrounded by nature
I cast my spell,
“If you leave me behind
you leave yourself
and you leave me
without myself”

Into her embrace    
into endless agony    
her crippled love    
comforts this void.    
    
An instrument of greatness    
capable of seducing thousands    
endlessly tempting    
wicked ways of the snake.    
    
Ringing in my ears