A Friend Without Conditions
Friendship is a funny thing
Just as the weather
There are highs and lows
Situations that make one fret
Just as is the days that one
May seem void of truth and love
Eager to unleash erratic emotions
That are often as if sleep
With internal turmoil
That volcanoes outward
Towards a victim’s heart ache and pain
That went without a
Listening ear and humble heart
So what’s up with this
As if one is playing hide and go seek in the dark
How then can one utter joys and woes
Within the same mouth
Within milliseconds of each other
How is it that those who
Call themselves a friend
Conviently let you into
Their heart and mind
When there I is being
Met with their burden
But I pause as if to unglue
This dialogue of wining blues and
Clues of uneasiness for
I have lost touch with
My sisters and brothers
Who have whispered to my
Soul uproar and have
Climaxed my vibration of
Heartfelt love to the reality of
Cheer and smiles up joy and laughter
For they have heard me at the doorway
Marked hello and at the steeple of
Spiritual break through and
At the mountain of testimony
And even in my blue state of
Captured hell
So I too stand as I breathe in
And out to say I have no time
For friends whose conditions
Do not leave a passage way
Of vision as to my unglued soul
Where transparent waters lay
And mental building blocks translate
That which was built
On yesterdays foundation and
Birthing block known as stories
Capsules of metaphoric wings
Of both triumph and tribulation
That unwing at faulty vendettas
And fiery darts that produce
Venom of unholy waters of twisted
Seed and false hope and arrogant prideful
Me myself and I mentalities
That bandaide truth
As double mindedness
And unspoken desires and winter gates
Open and spies set in on that
Which was once covered
By angelic beings to try to sabotage
That which was missioned
With purpose and destiny
Then she rose
The fire that was shut up in her bones
Begin to leap and she began
To see beyond the rose colored glasses
Of yesterday and smile
I say smile and look and embrace
Herself in the mirror
For she finally sees herself as friend
And does not see the need to have conditions
But to instead be a friend without conditions.
The Legacy Does Not Stop Now:
How is it that it is a new year approaching
And my heart leaps from yesterday’s memory
My joy has fallen sullen
Just as my heart is now grieved by the hugs of those
Who were once present to the maturation
Process of my smiles up laughter and joy
How is it that my surface is numb
As the pain is reserved for fake smiles
And hardened hugs of polluted comings and goings
From a stoned glass whose mental block
Is no longer sharp nor deep
So I sleep awake to the whispers
From yesterday’s departure
I call upon and get reminded that he is
No longer before and or with us
So I smell and sniff out the black crows of death
Only to recall that time is if essence
And that the entire human race is on borrowed time
Choosing to say no regrets
I must first acknowledge that I am present
In all who God called me to be and too.
This journey, this life, will cost me everything;
But the truth is unveiled by The Ultimate Light Source.
