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March 27

A love,
that once burned brightly, like the brightest of stars
Now a void, a black hole
in a starless midnight sky.

A passion,
not unlike a raging fire
Now like embers
dying in the cold
dampness of a winter day.

Too many grains of sand
have passed through
the hour glass of time.
Too many pages
have turned on
the manuscript that is
our lives.

Hearts once joined
by the naiveté of youth
now hardened
by realities of
life lessons learned.

To love like that again,
To be able to say
what once was
can still be.

But alas,
what once was
no longer is
and what is,
is no longer
what was.

Tenthltr2u (c) March 2008

February 19

Tenthltr2u: While You were Sleeping

While You Were Sleeping

The lights of the city streets

softly illuminated the room.

You lay there sleeping

just moments after we had

made love for the very first time.

Still glistening with perspiration

from the passion we had just shared,

a gentle smile graced your lovely face,

which seemed to glow in the early morning light.

It was if I were seeing you for the very first time.

Your emerald green eyes, the curve of your lips

the roundness of your face, your long flowing hair.

I traced the outline of your body with my fingertips,

starting with your face, the nape of your neck,

the slope of your shoulders, getting to know every curve,

every inch, every part of you.

I held you close, measuring every breath, every heartbeat,

every soft sound you made while you slept.

The world around us was starting to stir,

The city lights giving way to the new day sun.

I fell madly in love that morning.

While you were sleeping.

February 10

Tenthltr2u: Promise Land

OK, family. Ten is going to lay a few provocative words that will ease into your bloodstream like the smoothest cognac. Listen close .. Listen close ..

Promise Land

Africa here I stand a black man
in a white man's promise land.
A creed despised a culture unknown,
from the toil of my people
hath this nation grown.

Africa here I stand
a black man
in a white man's
promise land.

With the stars and stripes at our side
to perpetuate the American dream
we have fought and died.
But these ideals it seems
to a black man can only be a dream.

Africa here I stand
a black man
in a white man's
promise land.

Maybe someday
they will open their eyes
and America will realize
that the quality of man
isn't measured by shade of skin.
But oh dear Motherland until then.

Africa here I stand,
a black man in a white man's
promise land.

Tenthltr2u (c) 1969

January 19

Tenthlrt2U: Baby Girl

The wonderful thing about a person's story is that he or she has something glorious to offer. Many times, I stifle myself and cease anything positive that may come out. I have been encouraged by some of my online collegues. They are intelligent, poetic, and powerful within themselves.

I want to introduce my friend, Ten. He has a space I urge you to check out. I will pass on many of his words here at JoJo's. Enjoy!

*****

Baby Girl

Like Lady Day, your voice
forged from the harshness of life's realities,
soft yet powerful, confident yet so very vulnerable,
speaking to me in ways that only you could.
With your song you move me, transport me
take me to another place.
Melodic, hypnotic,
so uniquely you.
Sing for me Baby Girl,
Baby Girl sing for me.

Let me love you Baby Girl.
Let our passion melt the space and time
that has separated us, the years that have
come between us, the nights that have faded
into fond and distant memories.
Let me love you Baby Girl,
Baby Girl let me love you.

Let our love making Baby Girl
be like your song -
melodic, hypnotic,
let it transport us to another place.
Soft yet powerful,
vulnerable yet confident in the fact
that it is uniquely us.

Sing for me Baby Girl,
Baby Girl - sing for me.

Tenthltr2u (c) 2008