Bless Our Hearts

Artist: Elizabeth Catlett

My heart feels kinda bad ‘cause my man done gone.

Wudin’ mine no mo’ anyhow, bless his heart.

He won’t even give me da time o’ day.

I feels pitiful ‘cause I wants to rekindle some thangs that used to be.

I thought the fire was out but sumpin’ done sparked.

Don’t mean I wants to really strike up no romance ‘cause too many years done gone by.

But my l’il self tried ta reach out, and, maybe my efforts was in vain.

I feels kinda foolish now—shoulda let him make a move.

Aw, but he didn’t.

So, my l’il fast tail couldn’t wait.

Now, I’s just gone have ta put this here woe aside ‘cause it’s so unbecoming.

©2012 Nesi Writes

 

Lethargic Nothingness

Carly Hardy, Birds of Prey

Boredom takes a seat pouring a slow molasses like lethargy over my being.

I feel imprisoned in this nothingness—nothing motivates or stirs me.

Yes, I know the masses stand with their little list perched as sheet music ready to sing their operatic song of what I should or could do to escape boredom‘s hold.

Sing on if you must.

My ears hear you—my mind won’t listen.

Enfolded in the lull of boredom’s cradle, nothing penetrates this trap.

I wait it out until the next day.

Upon rising, I’m as good as new with a million and one things to do.

However, right now—this moment—I’m boredom’s prey.

©2012 Nesi Writes

Mister High Maintenance

Art: Karen Joy Picketts, Portrait of Oscar Wilde

When I think of high maintenance, I envision a woman. Recently, my perception of high maintenance turned to men.

Some men emit signals requiring women to go beyond their real identity just to be with them.

This message all too often is not verbalized to the woman.

The meta message thumps…“To be with me; you must…”

Analyzing this pulsating thump and how it dictates some relationships, I’ve concluded: being you instead of some fabricated humanoid is best.

Like and enjoy yourself—quirks goodness and all.

I encourage a fast to sacrifice “do this, and maybe I will give you some attention.”

Mister, there’s a High Maintenance Woman already seasoned to accommodate your high maintenance self; so step to her.

Ladies, know there are men in your league who do not need cultivating—they are awaiting you.

Let’s keep it honest and real, High Maintenance Man, we are vastly different in our desires and needs.

Au revoir…

©2012 Nesi Writes

Nuptial Lessons

Freedom Art

Reflecting upon that insidious institution called marriage; I realize I was not as I presented myself to the world during my nuptial. Since my authentic self hid, I divorced—moving forward, allowing myself to emerge.

With intent, I declined the bitterness invitation, but she continuously lurked at my door. Today, I consciously choose who I want to be—a woman void of bitterness. Strict orders in the book of law prevent bitterness from trespassing near my heart.

Each day, I try on my adventures like clothes—tossing some and adding others to my hope chest.

Amidst coupling, marriage, and otherwise, I realize that when the energy of two people collides, a dynamic specific to that union occurs. Universal laws exist; preventing a previous union’s replication from ever occurring again.  Each union is its own one-of-a-kind silo. Oh, what exciting news!

So, release your fear and anxiety that your next union will be as the previous—never gonna happen. Is that not wonderful?

I look forward to experiencing my multi-faceted wonderful self within all my everyday encounters. Wish me well as I send reciprocal love back to you…

©2012 Nesi Writes

 

Chaotic Living

Image: Mr Four Fingers, Chaos Rules

Coalescing diverse components from the planet

Creating this monstrous life

Concocting such a mess of things

Contemplating the truth of the matter

Formless void

Lifeless insanity

Struggling to make this independence work

Dr. Frankenstein-ish fervor

Incessant movement to and fro

Seeking bits and pieces to adhere to this thing-a-ma-jig parcel of a life

Frustration laments

Inoperable spirit

Irrelevant

Consuming madness

Nothing earthly powers this life form

I so passionately desire to create

Missing: The True Spirit

The God power

©Nesi Writes

Spiritual Vexation

Spiritually ascending souls frequently encounter irksome guides as they sojourn.

Stoicism and defection cause these souls to stumble as wee babes for temporary moments in time.

A more enlightened individuation of themselves mastered the aforementioned characteristics, long ago.

©2012 Nesi Writes

 

Clarity Speaks

Artist: Clarity

With lifted arms, I part the sea leading to your next port—adventuresome it’ll be.

You’re rich in wealth and knowledge.

Your experience projects you into other realms.

Few trod this path, but through fire’s purging you’re granted this gift.

You’ve been proven a thousand times over.

Understandably so, you do not think your vision to be clear—not true!

The lens you peer through is clouded—deluded by yesterday’s grunge.

Wiping the spectacles clean, what do you see?

From the shore, I stand upon; I see a panoramic view filled with rainbows, cliffs, and seas.

It’s time for me to cross the calm sea—crossing over in lush meadows and fields of my dreams.

I desire nothing for all is whole.

My life’s content—anything else is gravy, I so graciously welcome.

Thank you for this peaceful tranquility, this honored state, a true place of grace and bliss.

In the spring of my knowing, my beginning is fresh—made anew, reset.

As clarity spoke before, now, it’s all gravy…

©2012 Nesi Writes