Suede and Sunshade

  • Walk Into The Sunshine

    Its weird being a writer. I just had to get that out.

    Summer is here, unofficially. Today is the last day for a spring breeze, as the sun is going to barrel its big wide butt down unto my area starting tomorrow, with no rain in sight. I took the opportunity to seize the clean air now, and do something I never really connived doing before:

    Go for a walk.

    Maybe I needed to sweat the morning caffeine out of my system, maybe I needed to get into the habit of exercising, or maybe I just needed it. Sometimes you just need something, without explanation.

    Left foot, Right foot.

    One story about walking that has always stuck in my mind is in Genesis 5:24:

    “Enoch walked with God; and he was not, for God took him.” (NASB)

    Then its this song my grandmother used to have in rotation, The Spinners rendition of Vaya Con Dios.

    Go with God.

    The One Who Walked With God

    Written on December 17th, 2023

    This will be a story that slaves pass to their children 

    And of those children all the way down to the rapture day 

    They themselves, will finally see God 

    But not all will walk with Him 

    But those who hold on to love, will 

    Long ago, there was a man named Enoch  

    Who dearly loved God, and God dearly loved him 

    God saw that the world was wrong  

    And the world was torturing Enoch 

    But Enoch still had his love  

    So, God, in the name of love, took Enoch away 

    He walked with him, into a bright light 

    Enoch did not die  

    Those who hold on to their love will not cry 

    Those who hold on to their love will not die  

    Those who hold on to their love, will fly! 

    Be that of Enoch 

    Be that of Elijah 

    Be that of Jesus 

    Again, its weird being a writer. But I wouldn’t have it any other way 🙂

    Sunshine

    Written on June 11th, 2024

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  • A Woman, Unearthed From The Stone

    Hey Alexa, play I’ll Be Around, by the Spinners.

    Women are natural creators, and I’ve come to rationalize that the creative processes of women are very much in tune with the reproductive process that we possess. When a woman creates, it is a response to a cause. If pleased or pained, the response will radiate outwards back towards the world. It might sound strange that I, someone who is not a mother, and has a wavering desire to become one, associate art to motherhood. Simply, motherhood is not confined to a human baby. Creations, passions, endeavors and contributions all are a woman’s offspring; an extension of herself. Which, she loves with all of her soul.

    Over the past month, I have been taking poetry more seriously. Perhaps because National Poetry Month is coming, perhaps because I want to start submitting my poetry to contests, or perhaps, I owe it to my God and myself to do so. Yes, I like that one a lot. Here is my latest poem, Sticks and Stones:

    Sticks and Stones

    When you got your heartbroken the last time, you ran to me 

    With open arms, I caressed your soul 

    As a father should for his daughter when she scrapes her knee 

    But like all little girls, they only see the end of the road 

    Ignoring all of the thorns, sticks, and stones 

    That guy, while alive, is a mere illusion to the eyes 

    I can’t help but sigh when I see life pass you by 

    Again, I will be here when you once more cry

    Simply because, I love you for all time! 

    Sunshine

    Written on March 27th, 2024

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1 Corinthians 11:12

12 For although the first woman came from man, every other man was born from a woman, and everything comes from God.

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