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This silence is deafening!

Tamia C Timberlake

6.16.2010 12:59am

Dear Friend-For My Sister's Danita and L'Tanya.

Dear Friend,

I think about you everyday.

I wish I had the right words to say

Maybe they could ease your pain

For a moment distract your worried mind

so that we could enjoy what little time we have left

face to face.

side by side

 

Before you leave me.

Before you take your last breath.

Before you have to say goodbye

let's reminisce about the happy times

when life was pleasant and bright

and you didn't have to fight

back to when everything was alright.

 

It just isn't right.

NO!

This just isn't fair.

Do you realize that soon all our happiness will soon disappear.

Do you realize that we will soon just be a memory.

Joy replaced by a desperate heart.

I can't bear the thought.

You mean this much to me.

 

I thought I would have you forever

but time isn't on our side.

You'll soon be smiling down upon us

with arms open wide.

Allow me to confide...

I love you. Always have. Always will.

 

 

You'll always be the best to me.

To hell with the rest

They're all left to history.

 

So while I have you

right here

right now

let me erase this morbid frown

I will miss and always love you

See, true love always abounds.

 

My Dear Friend,

This is not the end.

I know your spirit will roam

searching past and present

until you find me again.

 

Forever and Always

Always Forever

Peace be with you.

 

RIP L'TANYA D. FOX 1/11/2001

A Poem For My Sister, Danita

You're flying fast and free

go peacefully good friend

don't worry about me.

 

In another time and space

we will meet again.

This is only the beginning

I can see no end.

 

You've won the war dear friend

suffer no more.

Collect your riches

Pray for the downtrodden and poor.

　

Go gently

bid us good-night

spread your wings

dear friend

take flight

.

and when you reach the heavens above

know that you are truly loved

forever, forever, forevermore.

 

You're flying fast and free

go peacefully good friend

don't worry about me.

　

　

Quoted

"The garden is full of envy".

Untitled

He loves me like no other
 I'm fulfilled
Mind set to HIM
Satisfaction's undenied
when he loves me.
I'm heaven sent
When we meet in the darkest recesses of our minds
Connecting on some serious shit
He makes it all right to just let go
I flow, I flow.
I'm unashamed
When he kisses my spot
I'm lost within him
Deep within him
Understanding him on a higher level
I'm breathless taking him in
I can't deny him my first fruits.

Copyright Tamia Timberlake 2008

My Lovers Song

A few days ago I was listening to a CD I've had for some time and I came across a song on this CD called, "Mera Sacha Si Pyar, that I became obsessed with. The result was this poem.  Below I've posted the song for your listening pleasure while you read the poem and after. -Tamia-

13 Mera Sacha Si Pyar

My lover left me some time ago

still I hold him dear in my heart
He's no mere memory
For I live and breath him with each passing day.

My lover
can you hear my song?
I sing it everyday to pacify my restless heart
The heart you once tended to like a priceless work of art.

Remember our song?
The one that once tied us in nights
of unbridled passion.
Remember you'd feed me ripened fruits
then lick the juices which ran so freely?
I would feed you from my bosom
of which you took much delight.

My lover
I've cried a river of tears
so many tears that I've 
found myself drowning in desire.
I've suffocated on this store of love
and found myself desperate to breath you again.

My lover
Do take pity on me.
I've tried with no relief to end this suffering on my own
I'm so saddened to say
the end is blind to me.
The fire you lit so many years ago
yes, it still burns within me.

How I wish I could accept that you are gone
but it seems I'm destined to suffer.
I say, if this is what I have to endure
in hopes that one day you'll return
I won't complain
but, instead
I'll count it a blessing
and
continue singing our song.

(C) Tamia C. Timberlake 2008

The Story of the Weeping Camel

I recently saw a documentary called, "The Story of the Weeping Camel".  The story follows a Mongolian camel that rejects her newborn white camel. 

I am different
yet I know not why?

I was born like the other young around me.
My mother did not tend to me
like the other mothers tended their newborns.
The hand of man welcomed me into this
foreign wilderness.

My mother pushes me away
as I try to suckle
a first taste I am denied.
My first meal came courtesy of my owners.

I am different
yet I know not why?

We are both the same
cast from the same hand
centuries have seen our kind come and go
our survival has been in our ability to stand together.
We are nomadic by nature
one leads and the others follow
but where do I fit in
when even my mother rejects me?

I am different
yet I know not why?

I have hope that one day she will welcome me
and finally accept me as her child.
I know she envies the other mothers who tend
dutifully to their young.  When they cry the mothers
call out.  When I cry there is silence.  I hold out hope
that one day my mother too will recognize my cry
and come running to be at my side.

I am different
yet I know not why?

I Love Her

Momma sits at the kitchen table with her head buried in her hands,
dressing gown open exposing the defilement of her once holy temple.
On the table before her sits a lit cigarette set to slow burn
smoke ascending like a sacrificial offering to some long lost god.

She cries puddles of tears destroying perfectly applied make-up
but, she's still pretty in my eyes. 
Soon there will be a knock at the door and she'll send me out to play.
"Don't come back here until I call ya", she scolds me as she scoots me out the door.
"I know momma", I reply, as I slowly descend the steps secretly wishing I could be the man to provide for and protect us. Though I'm young, I know what my momma does and why she does it.  But, I love her; love her like no other and I always will.

 

(C) Tamia C. Timberlake 2008

 

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Quoted

We may not be able to change the past
but, we have the power to make the future better.
-Tamia C. Timberlake-

Come Gently Good Night

Come gently good night

we've been long time lovers

tied in shadows and darkness

avoiding freely

the contemptuous light.

Embrace me like long lost friends

who lost their way trying to find themselves

kiss me as if we'll never meet again

like the world will shortly end.

Come gently good night

stay long

pass slow

Copyright ©2008  Tamia Cherise Timberlake