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In Her Own Words “The art itself is quite colorful and I guess I can blame my Caribbean roots for my color pallet. Mixed media is my classification since most of my work does include a combination of acrylic, watercolor, ink and pastel mediums: the labels do make me grimace a little bit though.” Why the big eyes Salkis? This is the question I am asked frequently. Big eyes symbolize a sense of trust, honesty and love. To me, it’s very hard to disguise feelings and the eyes either give away your real intent or they substantiate what you profess to feel. Its not breathing until I’ve place the eyes into one of my girls, and I usually spend more time working on the eyes than any other part of a piece because the eyes have to match the story I am telling. My fans often say that my art pieces resemble the work of Margaret Keene, of whom the autobiographical movie “Big Eye’s was made. Ironically, I wasn’t aware of her work until about two years ago. My muse is actually my ten -year-old daughter who has big beautiful eyes too. My collector based has expanded to international waters, and my artwork hangs in homes as far as Canada and England, therefore establishing trust with a potential buyer is paramount because they cannot touch the purchase until it reaches their door. I’m online every moment that I’m not painting. I’m sharing life lessons with my fans, helping people solve problems and I have had a few instances were my online interactions have saved few people from committing suicide, so I view my online community as my extended family and I cater them because of it. Right now, 100% of my art sales are done online and I intend to expand my online market to more international countries by the end of this year. If I had to sum up my work like this: Of course I want to be wanted! I'm a woman after all. But I don't want the to be the woman you call only to dump in times of stressed. I don't want to be the busy work while you're trying to get the love of your life back. I don't want to be the one you practice your swag on in hopes of acquiring the bravery to approach that woman who's out of your league. I want to be the one you wrap your arms around in a display of cherished romance. The kind that you sit with and randomly kiss in between sips of wine and good conversation. I want to be the one you hate to disappoint and you live to please... How can I convey tenderness? I think about that in my work. To counteract the assumption that my back is strong enough to saddle on while you yank the straps in whatever direction you please.....Tenderness, love and appreciation for the black girl is what I am about...
To purchase reproductions of my work, you can go directly from my website www.iloveherart.com Originals can be purchase online as well. I can be contacted via email : salkis@Iloveherart.com for purchase inquiries
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The Interview With An Artist
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er Name is Salkis Re, and She is a 40-something fine artist living in Southern California with her two girls ages 10 and 23. She has Caribbean roots and loves her home land of Trinidad& Tobago. She has a sort of weird mix of repetition and gypsy drifter in her, as she can eat one food like applesauce for three months straight, then turn around and feel compelled to move to another city after living in one place for a year or two. She loves people, but she hates crowds. She loves to talk to her friends, but she just don’t want them to visit (as she laughs out loud). She is the typical reclusive artist trapped in her studio all day. But she loves what she does! And She does it all so well. Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Salkis Re
What is your artistic medium of choice? Why that medium? I use most acrylic and watercolor together in my pieces. I like the control of acrylic and the movement of watercolor. There are always spots that I need light layers so I use watercolor for those and the bold parts get the acrylic touch! lol How much of your work (both visual and literary) is a direct reflection of your personal life? Lol All OF IT!! I can’t write or paint without digging within myself to find an untold story to convey. I am not into politics much, I feel like they are all practitioners of seduction, telling us what we want to hear until we are locked and obligated to see our commitment through to the end. I am more spiritual than religious these days. It’s just easier to understand people without the parameters and commandments set by religion. I have been everything you can be: Christian, Muslim, Hebrew, and Eastern Star and little off-shoots in between. I have come a conclusion that we all to be loved and die in our sleep when the Grim Reaper comes knocking., so the pageantry of customs do not mean as much to me anymore. I am looking into your heart to find you.. How do you think/want people to respond to your artwork/writings? I want them to be emotional. I want them to reminisce about good times, I want them to take that memory lane walk with me as I expose life lessons of my past, universal lessons that women especially can relate too. Who is your audience? Who are you trying to reach? How important to you is it for you to reach your targeted audience? My audience is predominately African- American Women , which a small percentage of males and non-blacks mixed in there. My “girls” as I affectionately call them, represent a vast array of complexions and natural hair textures with an emphasis on our features. Full lips, wide noses, dark skin tones, naturally curly hair, and big emotional eyes are the features that my work is most known for. I get women who have never given themselves permission to exalt their beauty because they never saw a representation of themselves in the way that I convey it. My work is “soft” and “delicate” and I purposely give extra attention to presenting our beauty in that way because so much of what is out here for us to emulate is rough, abrasive and very masculine in both appearance and mannerisms. I HATE THAT!! I do my best to stay away from overly sexualized presentations. I think I do sweetness very well, and I attract a lot of mothers and grandmothers who want to show their children positive representation black girls.
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The Interview With An Artist Describe your ideal working environment. My ideal work environment would be an open space with tones of natural sunlight. I do most of my work with natural sunlight because I get to see the true color of what I’m working on. Incense is burning and music plays the background. My usual musical choices are movie scores from Transformers, Planet of the Apes, The Last Samurai etc. What do you hope to accomplish through your literary and visual artwork? Well I am a self -help junkie, and I am always writing about love, relationships and how to build or repair self-esteem. I want the reader to come away with an “ah-ha” moment. I want them to find something practical they can immediately implement after reading my stories. With such a vast portfolio, typically, how long does it take to complete a piece? It usually takes 1-2 weeks to complete a piece, sometimes more if there is a lot of detail involved. Which comes first...the commentary/poetry or the painting?
The painting comes first. I usually get a story in my head after I get some of her features down. Once I have the eyes painted, I usually say “she has a heartbeat now”, and as crazy as it sounds, I start to talk to the painting like I’m talking to a real person. Then the conversation helps me to construct the story of her. Weird lol, I know. But that is my process.
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Black Lives Matter
I am romanced by the sentiment of the phrase, but it seems to be not much more than a hashtag line to click bait people into emotional frenzies. I look at it’s purpose and then I look at where we are mentally, and I'm hard pressed to find the potential for any real revolution. Basic attributes of humanitarianism cannot be found. Classism drives a wedge between the haves and the so-called warriors who have nothing to lose.
People rant and spit at the fast-food cashiers because they want that Egg McMuffin even when it’s explained to them that breakfast is not served after 11am. Cell phone footage of Thot fights and women getting their ass kicked by disgruntled boyfriends are posted by excited onlookers who eagerly give World Star a steady stream of debaucherous content for an audience looking for an escape from their own misery. People say the foulest things to each other behind the safety of their computer screens.
There must have been a mass soul-snatching event, for I am struggling to find the display of genuine love for and amongst our people. We talk racism, but I, a grown 43 year old woman still get derogatory references made towards my dark skin and Nubian features, so before we can revolutionize the game, we really gotta get over the colorism hurdle too. And while we on the subject of revolution, tell me how this will happen when we don’t even know our neighbors last name? You'd rather look off into space than have to stomach a shame induced "Good Morning"; You bite your lip in upset that you actually slipped up made eye contact with the person living right next door to you!
Back in the days, if my mother ran out of eggs, she could send me next door to Mrs. Delson to get a few without feeling like people would think she was bringing the property value down. People looked out for other people's children. We knew what the inside of our neighbor’s house looked like because we were invited in! There is no togetherness anymore, no basic display of humanity, and to go from this mentality to the drum march of camaraderie seems like a leap of faith longer than the Nile River to me. I don't see it happening. We are prepped to keep to ourselves. "I don't care what they do", is the only blasted thing that comes out of people's mouths when you voice what is right and wrong. If we are unsure of what is right and wrong, how are we to fight against injustice? Nothing is natural anymore, and natural is passé. You don't have to be moral; all you need to do is do you! We will pay deeply for this so-called freedom. And every abomination will squeeze its way through the crack in Pandora’s box. It's happening right now, but it's happening at a pace that seems like just the natural progression of a society moving along with time and evolution. We'd better get our fundamental sense of humanity back if we expect any real change to take place. How can you be genuinely inspired to fight for the justice of those you don't know while ignoring your brother or sister right next door.
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With Choice
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t is said that peasant girls marry for love, and Queens marry for higher purposes. I will admit that I oscillate between those two ideals. Love seems so complicated to maintain. It takes to much mental and physical strategy to keep a man's attention. Boredom is the soup we all eventually drink, for it doesn't pass the lips of the even the most beautiful or the wise of us all. But then I remind myself of all the personalities inside my head that have to agree with the mission of my heart and I bow out from playing games. Feeling sullied like newly “devirginized” flower, I worry about what I have to do next. Shall I put on more perfume? Maybe I should wear a new color! I now am reduced to planning and plotting for his attention. It seems like a thousand yesterdays that I could invite myself to merely sit and wait for his majesty's bouquets and love letters. In habit form now, I hesitate to reach out for his embrace, stiffen by the stench of strange female flesh, which permeate from his lips. The view from by chamber window reveals the demotion of my emotional ranking within his heart. I watched the laughter of the maidens that perform for him as I glean his moves from the protective shadow of brushes. The sun is the only friend that warms my cold heart now. But a Queen must not show defeat: she must show resourcefulness. I sent a Raven's Call out to get the best courtesans from all 4 corners of the flat earth. I willed them to teach me the womanly arts known only to the highest paid of hired whores of the world! I commissioned the Crones (witches of Abadel) to concoct a love potion made from dragon's breath and the sweat from snatch of all the doe-eyed maidens of the king’s court. I’d apply the potion as instructed, careful to keep it on hand for his weekly baby making attempts at my chamber. But it was all for naught. I could not undo what had been done. No newly acquired skill could take back his awareness of the taste of my wine. No longer am I his lover. I am more of a king’s duty and an expected supplier of an air to the throne. My nights are now filled with waiting for my breasts to swell like a pregnant heifer's teats! Waiting a little longer to wed would have been a better plan, and I would have done so had I known that my romance would eventually be disrupted by his complacency. In disguise, I walk the streets of the commoners at sunset, watching the subjects busy themselves with backbreaking work. I stop to absorb their passions and smile at the display of unsolicited affection. Dingydressed maidens seemed all too happy with receiving fowl mouth kisses, wilted flowers, stale bread and bitter ale. They are happy. They are happy with nothing, yet I sit at the right hand of the king, dressed in tailored finery, a belly full of meat and an empty heart. Why can't I have my king and his love? Too much choice means one does not have to choose, I suppose.
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“When You Comin’ Get Me?”
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“Just A Little Bit More”
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“The First Time He Told Me He Loved Me”
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“I Woke Up Like This”
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“You Make Me So Happy”
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$200 Sack I had a 'Guy Friday" that worked in my hair salon about years ago. Though I have been closed for business for the last 9 years, he still holds a warm and fuzzy place in my heart. His name is Millifield, a tall, 50’something dark chocolate country boy with six-pack abs with "pretty white teeth" as he always liked to call them. He’d shit talk all day long, and on my slow days, his pimp stories made the time go by quickly. All I had to do was get him a KFC chicken or a bag of pork rinds and a beer, and he's clean my whole salon, take out the garbage, he even kept my toilet immaculate. I remember one of his girlfriends came in the salon to scope out where he was spending his time. His girlfriend and I hit it off real quick after I established that I had no inspiration to be her "sister-wife". We talked about love and she was so open that she mentioned some recent bouts with yeast infections, and I kind of raised my eyebrows seeing as Millifield bragged about his 'eating pu$$y' skills not even a half hour before her pop up visit. I was cracking up uncontrollably and her laughter's pitch tried matched mine. I assume she must have thought herself extra charismatic that day do to my inability to settle down, but I was so grossed out at the thought that she was laying down while baking bread. Eeewhew!
I had to tell my Boy Friday of course. I had to let him know to be careful what he was exposing his pretty white teeth too. He hung his head in a gesture of shame for about 30 seconds, laughed off his temporary shame and went back to talking shit again! He said it wasn't a big deal cause he had two more stalkers he could go see while ole girl healed herself up. He talked about his house and the big screen T.V. he had that everybody wanted to come over to watch movies on. I remember the day I saw his "house". It was more like a one room shack with a galvanized tin roof. I stepped up on the porch and saw a dingy sofa to my right with a few beer bottles and a half eaten bag of pork rinds lying next to it. "Come on in Boss Lady! Mi Casa Es Su Casa!" He shouts. I start cracking up again as I walk inside the infamous palace. The floor was on a slope and it felt as if you were going down some stairs as you walked in. I had to ask him if the floor was safe to stand on, and he assured me that his oasis of love wasn't about to tumble down after being up for 70 years. I was still concerned about the floor collapsing underneath me as it made creaking noises with every step I took.. I did see the big screen T.V. though. He had one stained up love seat and a couple of lawn chairs for extra guests. The house smelled like cigarettes, boiled ham, and weed. He offered me a beer, but I didn't drink beer so I settled for some red Kool Aid. I was in tears for the entire conversation cause it was one joke after another. What made him funnier was the fact that he wasn't trying to be: he just had an honest, transparent way of conveying things. Millifield wasn't concerned about looking stupid; he didn't care if you thought he wasn't smart. He was just being himself, pretty teeth and all... I asked him how much was the rent for his palace and he said he paid $200 a month rent to own... I started cracking up again... "If they don't clean, they can't come. They gottah earn a night at the palace!" He said. I'm shaking my head and giggling at the serious conviction within his voice as he stated his terms for hoe visits. Even this poor man had principles, boundaries and guideline for any woman thinking they could exploit him! I loved the fact that he thought highly of himself even if the other person wasn't impressed. I guess his pretty teeth were enough value for him to expect a certain level of treatment. I thought he was Delusional at times, but he didn't see what I saw, therefore what I thought really didn't exist in his world. He is one of the few people that I can truly say loved himself unconditionally. Even with next to nothing, he loved himself...
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Welcome to the Double Dutch FreeStyle. Beyond this page is an experiment in freewriting. This experiment was born out of writer’s block. I invited Facebook friends, actual friends and those who I know that love to write to post anything, off the top head on a selected topic. The results have been nothing short of amazing and inspiring. See for yourself. Since this issue of Writers Anonymous Magazine exposes the writers for who they are, the names of the participants are indicated just above their contributions. Future Double Dutch posts will be made on the Writers Anonymous Facebook fan page. 21
Topic\Title: "Wandering in Wonderful" May 11, 2015
Dorian Hebert Wandering in wonderful Sunbathing in euphoric bliss Kissing daydreams to replace nightmares Nothing can feel better than this Tarlisha Jasper Wandering in wonderful Lost to the pain of yesterday Swimming in the coolness of Waters that tried to drown me Until... I recognized that I Am in control of the current And the waves And the tranquility Of my composure of quiet peace Is only found in the resting Of serene Love... Reginald Jackson Serene love or extreme or extreme hate Know this I'll never take a ish from the food you ate Wondering in wonderful As Baltimore tear it down Out of wind from talk Wandering is wonderful As my minds eye stares at the American dream Simone O Higginbotham Wandering in wonderful Embracing the sun rays Releasing the pain that brought the darkness Could this be the start of a bright New journey?
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Reginald Jackson Serene love or extreme hate Know this I'll never take a ish from what you ate Wandering is wonderful As Baltimore tear it down Out of wind from talk Wandering is wonderful As my minds eyes stares at the American dream Third I blind no justice just us Swear we equal cause I'm not on back of the bus But in the back of the patty wagon racial profiled for pants sagging Killing young black men got you on camera So we tired ok asking Hands up but y'all still blasting Wandering is wonderful Revolution is a must Tony Norwood Wandering in Wonderful In the not so distant wilderness...in the not so distant past...in the ever present present and the not so distant future... accepting daydream's full-lipped kiss...welcoming the flowing waters cool tranquility...choosing the greater of the extremes... warm love over the frozen bitterness of hatred...accepting the tight squeeze of the sun's outstretched rays...lost in compassion's passion and I don't want to find my way...a way out of wonder full... An Outspoken Taurus Wandering in Wonderful the blessings that are bestowed to me...nothing is owed as u can see....Thank you for grace ...cause in this space ...there is only mercy..... And peace from west to east and from north to south....now let me close my mouth...I just want to be wondering in wonderful.... Simone O Higginbotham Wandering in wonderful Embracing the sun rays Releasing the pain that brought the darkness Could this be the start of a bright New journey? Jumping Jack Flash suddenly made a dash From darkness to light all through the night Yes the journey has begun and no one knows when it will be done.
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An Outspoken Taurus Wandering in Wonderful....like a raisin in the sun...it like a dream deferred....nevertheless...I am smart enough to take shade.. And take time to heal...for I will no longer allow my dreams to stand still...but to live free to live well....I think I got the bug...Wandering in Wonderful Simone O Higginbotham From darkness to light here we go Now the wandering in wonderful had new meaning to me I finally know that my dream is no longer just a dream Wandering in wonderful is my reality Reginald Jackson Wandering is wonderful As a look as far as I can see Where does it begin and how does it end Searching for inner peace 2 stop my downward descend Looking to ambition Patience wearing thin State of mind reminds me Your doing better than most You'll never lose yourself if you hold on to hope Wandering in wonderful What tomorrow holds With the hopes of time passing It calms this restless soul Use the past as a measure Those mistakes are done When the sun rise I'll embrace the new day Wandering in wonder If I could go back I wouldn't have it any other way Tarlisha Jasper Wandering, wandering, wandering until wonderful find me.... Ready to embrace its gifts and pleasures Oh...Just to partake Get lost in... Find myself inter... Locking with captured Mental pictures that I am freely embracing and unafraid to now expose....as exposing exposes me 24
James Walker Exposes me to the wonders of you... For you are like a flower in a field of thorns... So as we are wandering in wonderful; where boundaries of bliss don't exist; My wish, is to forever experience this.
Erron R. Johnson Paradise... It's utterly sublime that the propulsion of the paradigm shift, leaves one in a state of suspended bliss... Basking in the peace that surpasses understanding, finding refuge in moments of happiness... Fluttering as the beautiful butterfly floats at sunrise, illuminating as the firefly; the twinkling in our eyes under midnight's starry skies; I rejoice... I literally, spin around; exuberant joy surrounds and engulfs me... Wonderful. An Outspoken Taurus Wandering In Wonderland has been fun...Walking in the sun...remembering about all the gifts that u have....and knowing that all things are possible....knowing that the light is so bright...knowing that the taste will not be a waste...knowing that with haste...the gifts are real....with all appeal....be free to live well...in the Wanders of Wonderland... Tony Norwood Wandering Wondering I wander I wonder Full Of peace Full Wonderful Blissfully blessed by a simple movement in no particular direction...with no pre-determined destination yet clearly going to and getting somewhere...letting go of yesterday's ridged structure. Wandering is wonderful if you can let go and let it be what it is.... ...free‌ Karen Delaine Gardner Alexander Wandering in wonderful is what my mind does When I step onto my patio. Whether night or day dusk or dawn. I wish to wander to sleep On the wicker Wandering in wonderful is the scent of gardenia and roses. My mind wanders in wonderful As I reflect on how God change me a weed Into a blossoming flower. A delicate rose That needs attention, to be protected, and nurtured. 25
I'm Wandering in wonderful As the beauty I see in this flower garden really don't need anything But the sun and rain sent down from above. I'm wandering in wonderful when I realize That all I really need is the Son and His blood filled with love. Tarlisha Jasper Wandering into the protection Of the one who made me, Wonderfully comfortable As I sit back and laugh At the attempt to sway My mind from the greatness Of He who keeps me. Peace is mine... Surpassing the issues And seemingly onset of Chaos.... That regardless of what It looks like.... Is a lie.
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Topic/Title ...I Promise‌ May 30, 2015
Tony Norwood I could love you until death (do us part) Mine Yours Whichever comes first From the grave and beyond Or stuck here in hell without you Heaven is wrapped up in you Your head on my naked chest The sound of your breath setting the tempo For the melody that plays in my mind My spirit dances to it This That Is life Is living I could love you until death (do us part) I do Promise Taaj Freeman I promise that I am covenant (partner) like PRO- mise and PRO-MISS-YOU-ALREADY love notes in lipstick on glass stained with our reflection in the shape of you... Adele Holifield What's a promise once it's broken? Only a thought then words were spoken. Words of hope that held some weight, this only taught me to rely on fate. Cause nothing promised is ever set in stone. For on that promise she sat alone. She waited for your thoughts to become her reality. But broken promises is all she'd see. Adele Holifield I'm curious... How can one truly PROMISE, when tomorrow is not? 27
Tony Norwood ...forever is as finite and infinite as your last or next breath...the promise is not the words or the thoughts themselves...it is in the intent and action that follows them...one knows not the day or the hour, but one does know the condition of their own heart and if it should stop beating in the process of fulfilling the promise...the promise was kept Until [inevitable] death (do us part) Toi Jackson Sibley I don't deal in indefinite terms like ever, never, and forever Boundless is a promise to be together But I need definition to this Like the words in a dictionary Coming up with a promise of forever Still seems temporary And very scary, because I already put my heart on the table And crapped out
Tony Norwood I Promise As long as life lasts As long as the heart beats As long as blood courses through my veins and arteries As long as the lungs expand and contract As long as the electrical impulses trigger cognitive thoughts in my brain As long forever even if forever ends with the period in this promise I do Promise (.) Until death (do us part) Taaj Freeman I pro--mrs. With vows riding shotgun in the pockets between my teeth... With a boomerang heart that echoes back when you speak... We (((we))) Are (((are))) One (((one))) Beat... One vibrating drum in the lap of everlasting...and the last thing I want to do find the (happy) ending...
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Chancelier Xero Skidmore Mark my words The day I fall to my knees and talk to your imaginary daddy will be the day hundred dollar bills drip from my nostrils Even then, I won't be able to purchase all the fucks I don't give about how the sheep of the world consider me lost I'm no shepherd I am rock-hard, imported, uncut destination Visit me or avoid me I'm gonna be where I be But your next nut on it Tony Norwood ...and still... A Promise Is still a promise A vow to be kept until the death Hold true Stay your course Be Up Right Lean not (solely) on your own understanding As everything came from something Even "nothing" has a beginning And "Nobody" has an end ... (ellipses) Until [inevitable] death (do us death) ...because my soul is free... FREE SOUL Chadwick Darnell I'm a lil scared of promising and pro-miss the mark I'm really a pro at the shit If broken promises were dimes you could host the march I don't own the whole world, so I can't say I'll give it to you I'm a lil self-centered so I can't promise you you'll be the center of my universe either I can only give you what I'm good at music (I'll sing your praises) sexing (you'll sing mine) and loving (you'll always be full of me and surrounded by me) 29
The rest I'll leave to chance The wind does a better job of taking people on journeys than I ever will I promise that if I miss the mark while throwing the dart at the target I'll make it up to you If it hits you and hurts you I'll hold you Karen Delaine Gardner Alexander I promise God, If you get my heart out of this, I'll never indulge again Oh God, my heart is aching and funneling in an uncontrollable downward spin... Love hangover? Or Lovesick? Symptoms: I'm puking dead butterflies... The one's that once fluttered in my stomach when he looked deep within my eyes. To remove the pain of heartbreak, I needed to be gutted like a channel catfish. I signed the doctor's consent, a mended heart was my wish. The doctor asked if I was sure "Yes" was my reply. I said, remove all traces and leave this love outside of me so it could die. Before I drifted into unconsciousness... I cried love is just not fair!!! Inside they found crushed butterflies, dead expectations and Festering love, coiled deeply was still also there. You my king, I thought you wanted this thing. We deserve this and so much more, But you left me stranded in love, on the outside, Looking in your heart's locked door. Flatlined ______beeeep__________ Get that Crash Cart in here Stat!!!!! Clear!!!!!_______beeep___________ Clear!!!!! ______beeep____________ Again Clear!!!!!_______beep,beep/\/\/\beep,beep. The Lord jumped in and saved my heart and our love from the surgeon's hands.
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"Love's a part of your destiny It's in the master's plan." It was a long road ahead but soon I'll recover... The next day I felt one resuscitated butterfly's wings flutter. Let us make a vow To let love live again And make love last forever Not quit until we win... I promise... Do you? Adele Holifield I promise to never make a promise that I can't keep. Speaking promises only with strength. Having someone walk on the tight rope of hope, on your words they choke cause of promises broke. Careless thoughts ... Visions with no action ... Once it's said you can't take it back again. It starts with intention and ends with indecision, leaving behind trails of reminiscent wishing. Stop making promises you cannot keep. Being the opposite of "A man of your word" makes you perceived as weak. Reginald Jackson Now I lay me down to sleep I promise to love ones My work I keep So my wicked ways Got me in way to deep So instead of progress I keep crossing the same ole street Same ole circle Dug a hole so dip Can't see my feet Folk got tired of me Saying I promise I was like a bed partner You gotta keep telling
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Stop pulling the sheets I promise you yall I buried that creep And I promise you yall I’m coming outta the hole, not out yet But I'm up to waist deep Reginald Jackson My word I'll keep Tony Norwood Nothing like being trapped in A... Maz... Ing Graciousness The sound is sweet to my sole soul's existence... I only have one life to live and I Promise that I would love with all I have for all of this one life I have left to live In Holy Matrimony For richer And poorer In sickness And in health For Sake Ing All others I do Promise. Until death (do us part) I will. Adele Holifield 'P'recarious poets 'R'aise their voices 'O'nward to be understood 32
'M'ental masturbation leaves you mind fucking yourself 'I'deology is just a fad 'S'eeing people for who they really are and feeling fooled. 'E'asy to walk away. Left dangling on a promise. Reginald Jackson I promise Not to play with love I'm promise when I find love Not to trap it but let it run free Promises, promises, promises Love is blind and can't see For I promise if it could We have communities And not just hoods But I promises everybody In a hoodie is not up to no good And I promise a suit and tie And a pulpit Don't mean he's covered in the blood I promise we in the matrix Never seem to know what's good Never seem to know what's bad Never seem to know when we prosper Never seem to know when we've been had I promise knowledge Will get you farther Than the 40 yard dash I promise you this my people lost Just as sure black comes in various shades I promise when united we find love We will count the ways Reginald Jackson I promise This dudes out here Are all hustle and no flow I promise I heard em say He'd knock of Jesus For the right dough For that love of money And they don't like the kind That come slow
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Instead of PTA Got baby mama Watching the window Kids walking round In clouds of smoke As they burning the dro I'm promise some hell Is on earth You salted your seeds dirts Ruined his vision As he watch you cook the coke He see your triple beam and Pyrex But where the rest of the chemistry set Did a couple of bids So you called a vet Pit bull stuck on chains ADT at its best Thugs hood famous Think This is good as it gets Can't change ya thinking From all that smoking and drinking Can't stay a float Wild bullets hitting ya boat And it's sinking I'm promise that's the way it is And I wish we were dreaming Can't sleep at night From the sirens screaming I'm promise propaganda Genocide got the fools Banging for East,West,North And South side Bumping old C Loc Who's gonna ride I'm promise as I'm writing this 100 mofos just died I promise when the mama get the call she gonna cry I promise be careful What You Put In Yo Kids Eyes
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