Friday, June 29, 2012
Open Mic schedule
Will be at the Pinapples Cafe for open Mic 7pm July 1, 2012, there is open mic every 1st and 3rd Sunday of every month Aug 5, 2012 , Aug 22, 2012
http://www.urbanspoon.com/r/12/1616901/restaurant/Miami/Pineapples-Cafe-Lauderhill
Pineapples Cafe
Will be here July, 15 2011
http://www.meetup.com/poetry-spoken-word/ July 15, 2012 6pm 9pm, there is Poetry reading every 3rd Sunday at Goddess Studio
I still believe
In a time and place such as this I still believe in falling and staying in love.
The promises of a stranger, and that people are on the most part honest.
Maybe you think of me naive, but I still believe in the strong embrace of a honest man and the towering strength of his body.
I still believe given a chance people can do better.
Lies can not live forever.
Ones feelings almost never lie.
Words are powerfull and can heal and injure.
People don't change we just failed to see
The proff is in the pudding.
I still believe
We can build from ground 0.
No matter how much you love a person, you don't own them.
Sex is not love, and the word love is used too loosely.
You can be with someone and still feel alone.
People can have no class and still have access to quality healthcare.
We can have polictians on a string with our vote.
The tougue is the smallest member but cause the most harm.
God watches us from a distance.
by Paulette Bowe
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Remember Me
If I should be called and taken remember me as a never ending song.
A song you just never could get out of your head.
The satisfied hungrier of a child. A never ending perfect day. A touch or a word that came right in time and brought change. The day you climbed your highest mountain and stood at the top and laughed out loud. Remember me as more than enough. Remember me as the truth between a rock and a hard place but mend bridges. Remember the stability of my shoulders and the strength of my back. Remember me as a rising and never a falling of anything real and meaningful.
A song you just never could get out of your head.
The satisfied hungrier of a child. A never ending perfect day. A touch or a word that came right in time and brought change. The day you climbed your highest mountain and stood at the top and laughed out loud. Remember me as more than enough. Remember me as the truth between a rock and a hard place but mend bridges. Remember the stability of my shoulders and the strength of my back. Remember me as a rising and never a falling of anything real and meaningful.
Friday, June 15, 2012
I WANT YOU
I want you like the first breath of a new born baby and the last breath of a dying man.
There is a danger in loving someone too much, you bring out the frailty in me.
It's like seeing the face of God.
The essence of you causes butterflies in my stomach, I bear your name in my flesh and on my heart.
Wonder if you would ever understand how that feels.
When I see your silhouette you cause a mental commotion, you see right through me like no other.
Your very presences hypnotized and intoxicate me and sends chills down my very frame, I wonder if you feel the same way.
You render me helpless.
There is a danger in loving someone too much, you bring out the frailty in me.
It's like seeing the face of God.
The essence of you causes butterflies in my stomach, I bear your name in my flesh and on my heart.
Wonder if you would ever understand how that feels.
When I see your silhouette you cause a mental commotion, you see right through me like no other.
Your very presences hypnotized and intoxicate me and sends chills down my very frame, I wonder if you feel the same way.
You render me helpless.
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