That Blessed Woman

©. June 28, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

Title: That Blessed Woman

Medium: Acrylic on Wood Panel

Size: 12” X 12”

Date: 6/28/23

Millions of Women

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On an obscure island,

There’s a male, who can’t leave

Until he finds love and marriage.

Females from different cities

Are invited

And told to leave if rejected.

He wears a cowboy hat and shades,

Pulling a pulley bag

Like he’s near a carriage.

Isabelle, who has blond hair,

Blue eyes, and blue jeans

Is beautiful as expected.

She’s a 24-year-old

Grant proposal writer,

Who’s paying him compliments

Like a soul partner,

She can finish his sentences

And it’s been 18 minutes.

On a trampoline

With her San Diego body

Watching a turn of events,

More women arrive on boats,

Walk on the island,

And sweat trickles down his armpits.

Millions of women coming to see me.

Millions of women who aren’t for me.

A 21-year-old brunette

With curly hair

Smooth talks him over with gusto.

Her name is Jasmine

From Rio de Janeiro

And she’s a gynecologist.

Each of her thoughts

Are worth 100 million scrubbed pennies

Above a status quo.

She’s been on countless expeditions,

But none like this island,

Said to not exist.

When she wonders about the aroma,

He says that

It is all-natural soap.

Near him like his recompense,

He feels entitled to love her

With unashamed time.

She declutters his home

And talks to him over the phone,

Somehow giving him hope.

She cooks him flavorful meals

To his unclaimed heart,

But wants to move to Anaheim.

Millions of women coming to see me.

Millions of women who aren’t for me.

Francesca from St. Louis

Wants a gentleman

Who is engaged in sound doctrine.

After talking to her, he no longer wants

A wedding ring

To symbolize love.

He’s not bowing for her 25-year-old self,

But to God,

Who hates every sin.

He read 1 Timothy 2:9

And pride is death

That he’d dispose of.

She’s an ambidextrous truck driver,

Making him want to

Go on the road with her.

He wasn’t born

To impress families,

But live like primitive transportation.

Her consistent compassion

Entails giving away money

With literature.

She’s a soft-spoken beauty

With tight white jeans tucked in her boots

On vacation.

Millions of women coming to see me.

Millions of women who aren’t for me.

A 20-year-old Olivia

From Mexico City

Is horseback riding.

The real estate agent

Welcomes him like lifelong hugs,

Rectifying him for fun.

He’s treated like someone

Who can hug her

And deliver her baby like nothing,

But she’s childless with wildness

And a Spanglish tongue

Appealing to everyone.

Miranda, her docile cousin

Plays a card game

And welcomes others to join her.

She’s a 21-year-old entrepreneur

Offering them to play

A card game.

They play numerous board games

And card games,

Then zip-line toward a restaurateur.

The 28-year-old Christina

From New York City

Calls him by a nickname.

Millions of women coming to see me.

Millions of women who aren’t for me.

He can conceptualize the life

That women want in his dreams,

But are they dreams?

Do they worry more about

The things-in-themselves

Or God sanctifying their soul?

They’re like portraits brought to life

And he paints them portraits

With the sunbeams and moonbeams.

The more reasons they love him,

The more that he’s confused,

But he must have self-control.

30-year-old Jane from Houston

Has a free-spirit,

Bearing the weight of riches.

Her country accent

Like a tonal language

Sounds pleasing enough for a taste test.

He has to eliminate women

On this dominion

And avoid some stitches.

Like they watched God

Sanctify his soul,

Eliminating them is a midnight request.

Read Me The Scriptures

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I’m not fond of you if you’re cheeky

And will not love you

In all of the wrong places.

I will not love you for all of the

Wrong reasons and the seasons

Can be left unseen.

Did you know that every introvert

Wasn’t born in prison,

But you see sad faces.

I’m not a zombie, but a hermit,

Exclusive to my thoughts

Because the world is mean.

I was not raised to cohabit with you

And consummating a marriage

Sounds too long

Like I uploaded a resume,

Then manually typed

In my work history.

You were bent and hellbent on affection,

But if they were jokes,

I wouldn’t play along.

I’m told that you could be infested

And your words are not suggested

Like “I agree.”

Read me the scriptures

Pray that I’m okay.

You’ll find me some day.

Impeccable timing is not enough,

Though timing is used

Like nobleness excused.

Have you no scruples

Like long-lasting kisses with willing winds,

Unless the story ends?

Have you no robust rodents

Attempting to be friends and over time,

Are you amused?

And are they envisioning you

Like a priority on the weekdays

And weekends?

I can envision tickling you

In a pushcart

While nobody pays attention.

The silliness from the socially awkward

Can rub off on you

Like safekeeping.

The 27th dimension welcomes

The last of the good ones,

Then there’s tension.

Sputter when you hear me,

But meet me with your spunk

When the Adam’s ale is seeping.

Read me the scriptures

Pray that I’m okay.

You’ll find me some day.

Fashion: Baseball Cap With Cascading Brim

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Love You From The Sidelines

©. June 12, 2023. All Rights Reserved.

Lil Heavy got shot

During the making of this song.

“Boom! There goes another one.

Boom! And another one.”

He went to the ammunition store

And things went wrong.

They wanted a background check

And he was on the run.

He unplugged vending machines

To charge up his cell phone.

And little did he know,

They could track his cell phone.

He got loans to spoil his child

Because of his backbone

And faked his death,

So that his child grew up rich, alone.

Can I love you from the sidelines?

I don’t have to be cool today.

He told his child,

“I’ll squeeze you, but I won’t strangle you.”

The thought of being loved

Could make her go “Kablooey!”

Like lost extended clips thick

Where his fingers were two,

The stories that she heard about him

Were baloney.

“I love you from the sidelines”

He would say in the dark.

Girded for the spotlight,

She would write notes in the dark.

Last-minute longevity

Is like a beauty mark.

Like a watermark on her heart

Full of Winter’s bark.

Can I love you from the sidelines?

I don’t have to be cool today.

Like an English man

With autism learning Spanish,

He had his mouth

Full of quick-frozen milk and cookies,

On transparent trains,

But who knew that he would vanish.

Nobody cares that it’s over

100 degrees.

Coincidences are falling

On your fingernails

And caring to let the neighbors

Bite your fingernails.

There’s no trace of him in their system

Like lost details.

How does he contact her

Without phone calls or emails?

Real Believers Would Tell You

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Raised with sensible decisions,

You’ll have many visions

And night visions.

Religions are like prisons,

Exceeding the steps that you take,

But you’re strong.

Throw away your throne

To see all that’s wrong

Like using bait to catch pigeons

And your mind is blown

With shortcomings,

But “Why can’t we all just get along?”

Like a pressured person

On the pulpit,

People await for you to quit.

They submit to

Harassing others,

Including our brothers and sisters.

Much vocabulary

Consist of slang and tongue twisters,

But they have wit.

They learned every language

For money and sob sisters

With heavy hitters.

Real believers would tell you

That you’re wrong.

Real believers would tell you

To stay strong.

Real ones know you’re

Nothing without Jesus.

They practice vice

And ignore advice,

Making babies for an asking price.

Some think twice

And some are nice,

Practicing the seven heavenly virtues.

Ruing the day

And ruing the night

That they felt like pain is paradise,

They adapt

And assault who is precisely overnice

Like ten breakthroughs.

It’s like your childhood is raped

In a mucky chain gang

Or brain surgery

And the robots

That they become

Are beyond economical repair.

They are like hardware

Reciting the Lord’s Prayer,

Thanks to a return key.

They are air-to-air missiles

Shooting their surroundings,

But it’s unfair.

Real believers would tell you

That you’re wrong.

Real believers would tell you

To stay strong.

Real ones know you’re

Nothing without Jesus.

Someone want warrants

For your heart,

But is it the stages of limerence?

Ensure that it’s love

Like walking on air

While in an opened Book of Life.

Trust the one

Through the deafening sound

Of the world, standing in your presence.

They’re trying to deceive you

Like the spirit of rejection

With a knife.

Watch the guns

Making people feel invincible

And inoperable.

You can see the lies

Like Holy Water

On the house to avoid heat stroke.

When hostels

And hotels crumble down,

Then they search for who is immortal,

Trying to overpower the truth

With what they want to hear,

Like a joke.

Real believers would tell you

That you’re wrong.

Real believers would tell you

To stay strong.

Real ones know you’re

Nothing without Jesus.

You Were My Importance

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I wanted to fall for you,

But won’t fall to hell for you

And I’ll go through hell for you,

But won’t practice a spell for you.

I won’t tell a tale for you

And won’t choose heads or tails for you,

But I’d tell a tale to save you

Because you are important.

You knew my livelihood

And it didn’t take getting used to.

I asked you thousands of questions

Because I felt I had to.

Also, I wanted to get you closer

As if I had to.

Woman from the past, you were inflamed,

But you don’t want the flames.

You were my importance,

Though you’re still important.

There are no women for me

Because I’m overqualified.

“I want to be out of your league,

But not overqualified.”

Though I have losses,

You should realize, I’m overqualified

Like I fell asleep in a group hug

When I thought about you.

If I didn’t love you good enough,

Then honestly, I tried.

I wasn’t the fittest misfit,

But you can believe, I tried.

I wasn’t the most attractive person alive,

But I tried

And I wanted to be everything

To be your everything.

You were my importance,

Though you’re still important.

Have you spent a week in gun towers,

Too self-absorbed to love?

Before I fall for you, I fell for my dream,

Which was my love.

Then I wanted to take you

From a rabble-rouser to love.

I wanted the rest of your life,

Including when I’m awake.

While disconnected,

You loved your angels and demons thereof.

You were fixated on fantasies

And making money thereof

Like you was my focus

And you was my enemy thereof.

And if I fall in love with someone else,

You don’t have to know.

You were my importance,

Though you’re still important.