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You crept into my bed late last night.
Trying not to disturb my slumber, so you stayed fully clothed.
I could feel your body moving closer to mine, but I wasn’t receptive of this motion.
This was the last time.
Living the life of a preacher man is who you claimed to be.
Reciting God’s holy word every day to me.
At times I felt like a blind woman walking when I would endure you for a mere
second.
You would cut me deep with your evil eyes
and turn to smile when you really wanted to curse me out.
I heard a voice say something isn’t quite right with preacher man.
He speaks of destruction and defeat too freely for the comfort of everyone’s God saving souls.
He held a bible in his left hand and addressed the congregation with his right.
Trying to lead them to the promised land.
“Come follow me to the promised land.”
He would shout every chance he got, but his voice carried a different tune.
Too high pitched for my ears, and wrong for the soul.
My ears began to bleed.
At the peak of every tone.
What promised land was he referring to? His eyes would glare and Sweat appeared to perspire.
He was on a mission of collecting souls of the thoughtless and senseless souls.
Delivering each soul that dared to listen to his deceitful tone and antics.
They signed their eternal life away to Preacher man. But Preacher man wasn’t right in the mind. He he has been that way for some time.
Deception behind a pew could be the worst deception of all.
Playing with God’s souls isn’t the way at all. Preacher Man began to turn in color. His skin became more rough looking, his eyes faded into the darkness.
His body was consumed with evil.
This was not the man I married or let lead the congregation to Heaven. He was leading them to hell.
Damnation was the purpose of his quest.
But they trusted him because he stood behind a pew and a bible in his hand.
MP Writing Company 2012
By: Tanisha Choice
“You don’t understand nothing bout love…”
Again and again. I travel the lonely roads that always lead to a dead zone. And I’m paralyzed from my head to the sole’s of my feet. I can’t even wiggle my toes. Given a love potion that tricked me into being a hopeless romantic. Not caring about the world’s struggles. But only my internal feelings. I try to protect my soul from hurt. But I always end up opening my arms to deceitful little critters. That disguise themselves as true beings that walk this earth. Troubled waters along the coast lines of good and evil. Randomly, I woke up and took a walk down the boulevard. I saw a little child sleeping in a card board box. Size of a new flat screen T.V. I had to think to myself. My life can’t be this depressing. Why isn’t this child in a safe environment? Where are her parents. For the first time in 6 months, I thought about someone other than my own selfish reasons for despising the male race. “Sweetie,” I lean in to see if she was hungry. She looked scared and lifeless. Weakened because she hadn’t consumed any food in the past couple days, I assumed. “Come with me” I take her into my arms and I take her to a diner. I watch as she devours a hamburger, fries, and a large pepsi. I couldn’t help but look at her. Something inside me, sparked up a new love. A desire to help this young girl. “Where are your parents?” She replies, “I don’t know”. Spacing out I couldn’t control my facial expressions. My heart dropped and I felt a load this lift on my shoulder. All of my troubles and worries about meeting the right man flew out the window. And I was solely focused on providing this little girl with the Love, and care she needs. His curse was lifted off of me and my life had a new meaning. No more moping around feeling sorry for myself. There are greater things in life than fussing over a tired Man.
MP Writing Company 2012
BY: Tanisha Choice
Thoughts of Me:
Certain situations in life can change your perspective on a lot things. Whether if they’re important or not. There is more to life than just sobbing and feeling sorry for yourself. Live life, Give life. :)
I can’t express how much my mind travels every second. Thoughts of love invade my mind and take over my sensitive side. Then Thoughts of hurt and pain surface and my face changes colors like winter,spring,summer, & fall. Depends on which type of hurt I’m experiencing. If I can just write every second of my day, everyone would get a better perspective of who I am.
Music is an Art. Music and my creative vibes work hand in hand. I love it. It inspires me to do what it is I love to do. Right now my mind is boggled with confusion, mixed feelings, annoyance, and a cold disposition of where I want to be in life. And who I want to let be apart of my world of self-expression.
Thoughts of ME!!
I wish he knew that all I wanted was for us to last forever. Grow old together and share old stories with friends. Rocking in the old wooden rocking chairs, on the porch. Staring into the country side blue skies. Showing unconditional love for another that sparked back when we were just kids. Kissing beyond the slide.
But that was wishful thinking.I snapped right out of that old memory and I put it to rest right along side my dried up feelings. He’s gone and I’m here. Mending my broken heart by myself. Luckily it wasn’t broken in a thousand pieces only two! Thought he would care that I moved on but he only grew more apart and moved to the west coast and we never spoke again.
Stuck down in the south. I haven’t been shown any good southern hospitality. Disappointment after disappointment. Nothing seems to ever run it course the way that it should. Club after Club. Date after date. I seem to keep striking out with each man that said one thing and did the total opposite. Hoping that one will be able to stop acting like a punk and try to take a chance on life and love. But no one was ever ready or I wasn’t the female of choice.
As I sit here and listen to my favorite song. I think of you. This is very new but I can’t help but feel some type of way. When we are near one another, we really don’t know what to say. We try to put on a act in front of everyone but deep down knowing what we truly feel can’t be exposed. One on one gives me the most joy and my time is well spent. Connected on another level, I feel something is there between us.
Maybe because you’re not a southern gent. I feel complete when we’re together. Trapped once again in a trance and putting my whole life out there and on hold. I hope this time my heart won’t be broken in those thousand pieces. but remain whole.
MP Writing Company 2012
By: Tanisha
“You think I’m crazy because I let my inner feelings build up inside. But you always end up doing something that makes me go Tick Tick Tick BOOM! Set it off like a Bomb. You lit the match, so take responsibility for igniting it and allowing me to even have negative assumptions about you. I’m crazy because I care about our well-being, I’m a nagger because I motivate you to be more than what you’re setting yourself for. I’m annoying because I remind you of the things you forget are important. Popping bottles isn’t as important as making sure your home is taken care of. I’ve had it up to here with your selfish ways. Don’t come crying back to me when everything falls apart and you’re looking like Damn I let the Good one get away!” Moment In Poetry with Tanisha Choice
Caught up in his presence, I couldn’t help but stare.
He looked the same, smelt the same, and his eyes looked deep into mine like he did that one early morning sunrise.
Eyes don’t lie.
Here was my guardian Angel in the flesh.
God sent him down from heaven to me.
I couldn’t believe that this was real.
I became paralyzed and my heart kept beating faster and faster.
I bowed my head and lowered my eyes. My nerves were taking over.
Wondering if he knew that we’ve met before.
He raised my chin and looked into my eyes
and said, “Hey.” with his genuine smile.
Moments ago I was sitting there minding my own business and the
wind began to sway my way, his aroma was caught up in the winds feelings for me,
I recognized this feeling from when God appointed him to me.
Only then a Spirit, a Angel.
Has he protected me, he feel in love with me.
and I with he.
He began to speak so effortlessly, remembering the times he fought for me spiritually.
In the realm of good and evil.
Battling each negative entity .
Moments passed and he began to fade.
Confused I asked,”Are you okay? You look a little faint.”
He bowed his head, But a natural reaction I raised his chin.
He said to me, “I was only given a little time to spend here on earth.”
Before I could ask why, he pulled me close into his arms, Whispered in my ear has he did in the wind, “I’ll always be here protecting you. I just had to hold you one time.”
I began to let a tear shed from thy eye but he wiped my tear away and proclaimed that there is a HE waiting for me.
My angel faded away into the clear blue sky.
And I standing there in utter disbelief.
I felt one last gust of wind blow from behind me.
What did he mean by HE is waiting for me?
MP Writing Company 2012 ©
By:Tanisha Choice
One day I was Dancing in the sun, minding my own business.
until the wind comes swaying against me.
whispering in my ear,”God said everything will be alright.”
Never once doubting the existence of angels, I knew that day I was appointed a guardian angel.
He stood at the foot of my bed every night and would rise every morning.
Fighting against those unruly demons keeping them out of sight.
Touching my soul, he would blow a breeze of cool understandings that will set my mind at ease when I would dream at night.
one morning I woke up in a trance.
I was standing along my bed but my body was still trapped in the covers.
I started to float across the room and disappeared outside into the early sunrise.
He appeared to me.
He stared at me as a father would when his child would get into mischief.
I bowed my head, and he raised my chin.
He spoke softly but with a firm tone.
Staring into my eyes my angel told,
“God, he hears your cries. No more crying, no more worrying, things will prevail. Keep the faith and God will do what is he said he’ll do.”
RINGG RINGG!!
Just like that I was awaken out of my trance.
I was back in my bed.
My angel was no longer in sight.
I began to wonder if he followed me throughout my day, protecting me from every little enemy attack.
I would fall asleep anticipating his arrival again.
But God sent him away from me.
I got on my knees and prayed to God, “Where is my angel? why have you taken him away from me?”
A couple weeks later, I was sitting in the sun, minding my own business.
until the wind started swaying my way.
I knew this feeling once before but when I looked up to see if it was Angel.
There stood a man.
His face was familiar. His scent caught me in a trance.
God sent me my angel in a Man….TO BE CONTINUED!
MP Writing Company 2012©
BY: Tanisha Choice
