so I'm here again..

writing because tonight was just THE night... I've had enough. This conclusion and end is killing me...but I know this is just for now and it too shall pass... as swiftly as it was brought on. Memory added to my file of disappointments.
In the mean time, Prince and I(music in general) have been reconnecting. I'm loving Limewire- instant satisfaction..... think of a song- any song- it's there!!
It seems to be the only thing I can rely on.

I do hope I'm 'happy' again soon- for me and not 'happy' just for others.

My steps are ordered..

I have always believed this to be true. Even in my marriage- after 9yrs, I still see God's power and am amazed at how he brought us together as children. ..the God's realness is astounding and to visually see his works is a continued blessing. "even in the womb he molded me.......designing my future..." to be loved so much by not just someone , but the creator of the universe is empowering. It's enough to make you run after all the visions he place in you and accomplish them...


~Nia

....I was created with a divine purpose ...I can do all things on my list...

my dance..

Haiku Memoirs

Backwards tagged Haikus
Unfold past scenes stored within
..…Transcending minds eyes

Transcending minds, eyes
gaze upon forgotten times;
Pen strokes…heart beats… love

Pen strokes… heart beats… love
to the tune of rhythmic notes,
….sonnets of passion

Sonnets of passion..
dance along thighs… through pens… and
Backwards-tagged Haikus

~Psalms of Nia

Flowing

Create in me ... a clean heart
make me over in your image..
harden not my heart to your call
and fill my being with praise

~Psalms of Nia '06

This Blog

....someone once said to me "I write because I have so many voices, and they are all dying to be heard..." I laughed at that statement...however, I think, maybe that's why I write so loudly (on the net)... I have a number of journals, blogs, sites...covering every voice. At least I thought they covered every voice...and I thought every voice was different...until I heard them.
Actually, they're pretty much the same. I'm the same everywhere- ....an Artist.

Anyway, this blog is of my poetic work. My words. My thoughts. I think I live in between stanzas....

All work displayed is copywritten, please- don't copy or steal...I'm sure God has equipped you with talent just as great. Tune into yourself- Tune into God, and write.

.....the journey begins....

I am a black man
You can not stop my purpose
…this is for living

I am a black man
You can not stop my progress
….this is for movement

I am a black man
I Run… I Fight.. Stand and WIN.
…this is for freedom

~Psalms of Nia ‘06

John Carlos 1968 Olympic Bronze Medalist, 200 Meter Race1969 NCAA Track & Field ChampionJohn Carlos was born in Harlem, New York in 1945. After graduating from Machine Trade and Medal High School, he was awarded a full track and field scholarship to East Texas State University (ETSU). He attended ETSU for one year, single-handedly winning the schools first and only track and field Lone Star Conference Championship. After ETSU, he matriculated to San José State University.During his stay at San José State University, he participated in the 1968 Mexico Olympics and won the bronze medal in the 200 meters. During the victory ceremony, John and Tommy Smith raised a black gloved fist in protest against racism and economic depression for all opposed peoples. This "Silent Protest" was voted as the sixth most memorable event of the century.
http://as.sjsu.edu/legacy/john.htm