I hope our friendship grows in love humbly
Remembering when we were younger and you showed humility
By then my personality traits were strong & unstructured
You showed uninhibited love in a heart of thunder
I felt safe in your comfort
Having less then none female friends
Even if your attention was elsewhere with you I felt safe every where I went beside you
We did not grow up in the same hoods
Yet we knew of the same people
And then is when I learned we’re all interconnected with no reason to side god
I was older so I wanted to guide you
I was older & indeed I learned from you
You inspired me to live each moment wholeheartedly
So I never stopped to wonder if your living beyond your blues
When you saw my eyes you saw my heart and I will still help you grow no matter how far apart because your destiny
Your free without all the things you consumed
In the pit of my stomach
I felt pain bubbling
It had stung me, to not cry
Instead, I needed another chance to feel whole
I wanted to see you alive again
I wanted to hear your heartbeats & embrace your grins
Unluckily I was out of time only remembering some fleeting bliss
Emotionally I recall kissing your forehead as a way to say goodbye
Often so later -on were temporarily
Yet forever I will miss your life
In the pit of my stomach
From the electricity in my toes
I walk alone, that way no one can hear my pain when I mourning
That way no one can see my rain
When it’s pouring
In the pit of my stomach, my pain is bubbling
I guess all things living needs Covering. Sleep in peace!
Chin proud & strong
Eyes developed with grandiose beauty reflecting your aura
Your touch of fragrance brings order for a world so untrue
Can I be a friend to you?
Can I touch your hand?
Can I see you when I am blue?
Would it even make sense if you want to see the back & my breast
Would it make sense if you can convey my heart with your chest
Are you into randomness ?
Do you attract broken hearts as I ?
Do you convey the truest word s spoken of a stranger you never heard
Do you like my poetry ?
Better spoken words
Yesterday evening, I decided to make a homemade chicken soup with vegetables. Keep in mind I still was in pain from having my monthly menstrual which can be extremely painful because I suffer from a chronic disease called endometriosis. As I was recovering from being hospitalized I decided that instead of eating junk food, I should help my body heal properly from the many medications & nausea I was feeling. My soup consisted of red potatoes, raw beans, green onion, orange bell pepper, chicken breast meat, raw carrots, and parsley. I did not know that the process would be so long & hard yet I strived. Awhile I was cooking the soup, tasting the flavors I couldn’t help but think I am grateful to taste the wholeness of rawness in water from veggies. I was thinking water holds things dead & alive together. I would suggest if you want to use raw beans in a soup to soak the beans the night before in a bowl of cold water to get the best results in the soup. Upon completion of the dish, I was totally happy & satisfied with the taste & presentation. It was a spoonful of joy to be able to express love for myself that day.
Here is what I learned after my cooking Experience Upon adding Bay Leaves to my soup.
“Vegetable water sufficient in use of the tongue”.
- Bay or laurel leaves brings a great aroma in the home
- A medicinal herb, inhaling can help respiratory issues (burned) Protects skin from a wide variety of ailments
- Muscle and Joint relaxant
- Main oil in the leaf is Eucalyptol
- Contains Mcyerne and Eugenoc
Thank you for Reading have a blessed day