Rah Times

Its been a while since I've written anything other than poetry in my blog. It is about 1:34 a.m. and I should be asleep but I'm restless. On Tuesday of next week, I get scoped to see the effects autoimmune disease has on my digestive tract. It was the urge to cough that awoke me. My titer for Systemic Lupus was hardly positive but the disease seems further along than my blood test shows. My body is super tired and its probably because I've not been getting a lot of sleep. I went to bed at 10p.m. but was awaken by that coughing. Not only my digestive tract is affected but also my thoughts. I've moments of brain fog where the simplest of task is actually quite difficult. My short term memory seems to be greatly impacted. That is actually quite bothersome. There are many things from my past that I would rather forget, but how I feel and what I intend to say, I am more inclined to not remember, as opposed to the distasteful things in life. I can say this much though...

What I loved when I was young, I look at and turn away from now. Not because my heart has changed, What I was innocent to then, I see beforehand. By my actions and past choices, I've learned, Recognize my taste was craved by my past. But had the past start at this moment,  People I impacted, hurt, loved, I can't say who they'd be, the new me might not be, what I know, all I've learned, I wouldn't have. So I'm thankful for my past and all Who contributed in some way To my person. Buy my ebook of poetry here

Don't Be Left Behind. Get a copy of Ruth Garnes The Cry Of Our Children. The focus of her poems are of love not destruction. By loving more we discriminate less For love is the foundation of peace. And if all had love What more would any need? Buy a copy of my poetry book here Life was filled with Guns and war And everyone got trampled on the floor I wish we'd all be ready. Children died the days grew cold. A piece of Bread could buy a bag of gold. I wish we'd all be ready. There's no time to change your mind. The son has come And you've been "Left Behind" (these lyric was from the original Left behind movie)   See the Movie Here

The woman sits as though she rules As if her words could touch us. And we ignored her truth. Cause they don't affect us. She sees error in our teachings, Those who guided us for centuries. We don't know her name. from where she came, or intend to take us. She draws us in, then spits us out With her emotional babblings, Captivating her pain not ours, born from her version of truth experiences, still I wish I knew her..... Perhaps then I'd take her seriously. But who listens to a babbling stranger? Buy a copy of my poetry here

I was hurting. I thought you would comfort me. I believed that was the kind of thing you do. but I was wrong and so are they. They say you love me best. not that I loved you more. but they don't  know I am an angel, and you don't care. You chose to walked away. You left me to suffer. I called out help me. All you did was quote scripture. They say you loved me nonetheless. you helped others but has not given to me. You chalked that up to mistake. I don't see your actions as lovely.

But you can win Doing what you love. I should know And why I insist on writing, Nothing other than poetry. publishers don't get my style. But I'm not going to give up. Victory is in getting up, Not giving up, even if I'm being overlooked. I believe in me. My poetry and lyrics express my emotions, Convey other people's story. Like rappers do, I impart my opinion But one has to read In between the lines. I can't sing nor rap. But my stories are easily understood. At times I address social issues, speak of love, strength in women. But to enable all God's children. I write about the hearts of all people. While my book is not the bible. It may assist some people with tough issues. Buy a copy of my book for $2.99 from amazon.com

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'The Cry of our Children' is a perfect weave of realistic emotional thoughts and experiences on paper in simple straightforward language making it easy for readers to enjoy and connect with short, multi-genre topics in the book. In the arms of God is one of the many lovely poems that are in this book. Don't be Left behind get your ecopy on line today at Amazon .com. for $2.99 Get your e copy here   A printed copy here In The Arms of God I’ve asked, why me, many times. More on days I didn’t want my troubles. I longed to go back to carefree times. When life seemed as easy as blowing bubbles.   But when I start to feel denied. I simply close my eyes. I’m resting in the arms of God, And I’m wanted and sheltered. It’s peaceful in the arms of God, And that’s all I need to remember. I felt crushed and rejected. Excuses told me, no one was to blame. But that made me feel defeated. Although it didn’t really put out my flame. ...

I prefer consistent thoughts. Whether of love or brokenness. Not taking a journey of all sorts, of unrelated topics. If I'm elated or in love, my words says that. My imagination can't string random things as if they can be grouped or are apart of each other. If I'm empty and getting nothing, my words, my thoughts express that. I can't win if I'm defeated, Can't shine if no one embraces me. Let the songs of my heart be heard, Find gems in my poems and words. Don't let them remain stationary or for your eyes only, but heard all over the world. If you understand it share it. Buy my book here Listen to one of my lyrics here

I found my prince and he isn't you. Though I adored you. You didn't understand or have clue. That's why I'm saying bye, bye to you. I don't want to wait for what you'll do next. Still breaking up isn't easy. For me it is necessary. I don't need to be embracing pain. My spirit was broken by your hands. Envisioned life with you, But not the difficulties you put me through. For better or worse,  I meant that too. But I also wanted love and compassion. But indifference was more prominent. That's why I'm saying bye, bye to you. Buy my book of poems here

Sweet nothing comes from you, But your smile brighten my days. It didn't matter how difficult. if I thought of you, it elevated my mood. With all the heartache I've been through. And having no one to turn to. I reflect on memories, how lovely it was to have known you. But it must have been my age. I didn't grasp that you were rare. But now I'm aware. And I am still in love after all these years. Buy my book of poems here

It’s all Good, I’m learning! Nothing, not even love Is perfectly good. But when one does for his own benefit. Not for the greater good. Then that's not love But a demonstrate of hate. But hey, it doesn't matter, 'cause it's never too late. But no-one needs to be loved by a snake I chalked my choice up to youthful mistake. If he were a parent, I'd say he was unfit. And not the sort of person any should stick with. I believed he was a good person. But good people aren't selfish. As if he didn't know better his actions worsen. That's when I saw him as a horrible person. It's all good, I needed to know. I wouldn't be with anyone just to put on a show. True love don't shrink but usually grows. It's all good, sometimes that's how life goes. Buy my book of poems here It's about falling down and standing up. Becoming better than you were.

I knew you as a kind woman. And I saw that you were hurting There wasn't much I could do? I was a broken human like you. I wish to make life right again. I'll fix all that's crumbling. I won't make any excuses. Nor will I simply shift the blame. I'll take you by the hand. I'll love and support all that you do. Though I didn't always understand. I don't want you to shed a tear again. There's nothing that I wouldn't do. I regret all you've been though. I'd make rocky paths smooth. I'd quiet any storms for you. In our moment, I'll do. That's my promise to you.

I belong to no one. I’ve been burnt by everyone. I walked alone. And I was not afraid. So, please don’t judge me. We all got our stories. I grew up battling worries. At times my hopes got blurry. I waited on Jesus. But got betrayed by Judas. He’s not fictitious. He has many names. But thanks to that bastard. I’ve got higher standard. I'm letting bygones be gone. I won't be conned. I’m a new woman. with each passing day I became strong.   Buy my poems and lyrics here  

Was a slave allowed to nurse her child? Was her child taught or seen as every young boy? Was he secure, nurtured, allowed child- mother moments? Wasn't he simply ridiculed, branded, seen as property, not as a member of a human family. Wasn't he shackled, judged, mistreated by those who named him? That period has ended, the trickle down effects, The master's mind set remains, the slaves descendants are still misjudged. Their cries ignored, lives still abruptly ends. Some for her children lives in mayhem, the cycle continues. I wonder how she felt then? If she would see our time as different? Buy a copy of the cry of our children here

I hardly ever see you. And you scarcely ever call I listened the few times when you did. Then I believed you as if I were a kid. You said I was the wheel that makes your motor turn. You'd always show me love and concern. You placed me in the shadows to learn. But I've decided it's my turn. I'll turn the wheel for myself. I was hurt, when you weren't there for me. Believe you'd be here if I needed help. So now your promises seem untrue. I had to handle whatever life threw. I decided that we're done. Love was not our foundation I got used to being on my own. I've been fighting all my battles alone.

I may not know you as you are. My impression of you are of fleeting moments. I may be disappointed if we met again, but for now I have these memories. I recall your charm. I reflect on your smile. How secure you made me feel. If life battered you And left you scared. Stay sweet and polite. I chose to post my thoughts Because I hope one day You will discover them. 'till we meet again, Thanks my friend. My first impression of you got me through rough times. Stay pleasant, kindness is important. My Sound Cloud Link

When boys are seven they pinch and punch women. When they are grown, they hugs them. No one wants to be in love with a razor. All wants a man with controlled behavior. If we expect bad behavior from men. That's what they'll give in return. If we hold them to higher standards. They'll act accordingly. My sound cloud link Buy my book of poems here

How would you know to miss me? You acted as if you never knew me. Loving you was my greatest regret; I don’t know how I got caught in your net.   I’ve asked myself a million times, And every time the answer was the same; You would never be my refuge, Relying on you was like depending on Ebenezer Scrooge. My heart was enslaved by your words. But sweet words were all you ever gave. I won’t bother repeating them, Their value is not like that of a gem. My hurt and my pains are now gone, And I can now walk away and move on. That’s why I’m no longer complaining; Each day, my thoughts of you are waning.     buy my ebook of poems and lyrics here

I always thought you were perfect. Not that you were cute, that was my child like view of you. But just like the flu, I got over you. I'm not a jilted lover. I'm just a turned off admirer. women don't plays with toys. and only little girls desires boys. I'm my most valuable asset. So I won't easily distribute that. Not to one so undeserving. I got to see beyond your exterior. I made my choice based on behavior. You and me don't fit together. Sound Cloud link Buy my ebook of poem and lyrics here

How could I stay with you? You act as if I shouldn’t speak. No woman’s that helpless. But you’re a control freak. Love has many rhythms. It may not always be sultry and smooth. But your rhythm’s centers around you. And a secure woman has her own tune. Few would spend their life with a selfish fool. You don’t know good living. But almost every woman does. Though they maybe forgiving. ‘Til they turn against you.   Don’t push me pass my limits. Then blame me for what you do. That’s so messed up. And makes it hard to love you.     Rhythm and Blues is just one of the many poems and lyrics in my collection " The Cry of our Children" After all we all children of God. Buy my ebook of poetry and lyrics here

I said goodbye. You didn't answer. I was tired of living a lie. But, I wouldn't have pushed anyone aside. You acted as if you didn't know me. As though we never embraced. But I remembered the day. You placed your arms around my waist. I trusted you. I thought you cared. Now I know, that wasn't really true. And being rude's the kinda thing that you do. You love you more than anyone. 'N loving you is like standing in quick sand. I turned away. I had to move on. And since then I've had better days. But I haven't forgotten your devious ways. Buy my ebook of poetry and lyrics here

The man, the woman, a person chooses to honor Shows his character. And those he turns from should never follow him. respect is earned and deserving of those who is. Buy my ebook of lyrics and poetry here

I kept your secret. Later, regretted it. You could never admit to doing wrongs. You find one irrelevant thing to focus on. I didn't want to share my precious with anyone. I thought I found my number, Closed my eyes to the obvious., I kept on believing in you and holding on. But then I became sorrowful, Cried, because I've tried. A man has his dream and pride, And we're beyond the point of no return. Whether your good or bad we're not suited. So, this is good bye. Neither you or I is a fool. We could do better loving other people.

Don't call me, if I don't call you first. Of everyone I knew, you treated me the worst. I'm disappointed in the way you behaved. 'N because you used me like a slave. I keep thinking some mistakes can't be undone. Your actions and my truth matters to no one. But if you're love, I'd rather die alone. Your heart of flesh is as hard as stones. Your instincts are to protect your self. All that you choose to do speaks for itself. Both you and your actions are poisonous. And your words were quite venomous. It's rather sad that you have no shame. You acted as though life and love's merely a game. My biggest regret is that I called you friend. I promised to not do that again. Live every moment doing what you love. Poetry is my passion and self expression is my medicine. Buy my book of poetry here.

No special qualities needed For a person to find love. One simply needs to be himself. God shouldn't have to change people or situation. Every person should be accepted and loved as is. The heart of every man longs for affection. If deprived, they're not the happiest person. Each day an opportunity to express kindness, show love to a person. For love is the best medicine. Buy by book of poems here

 All Lives Matter is one of the many poems in my ebook                 "The Cry of our Children" Buy the compete book here

(Book Excerpt)   Buy this Book on Amazon I Wear My Wounds as Badges. I beat my chest as if to say, Captivity shaped me, became my training arena, and defiance’s my coat of honor, Inequality made me pliable, Though that crushes people, I’ll never be trampled.   I regard pity as an enemy. It strips people of dignity, Adds insult to injury, I beat my chest victoriously, I wear my wounds as badges. In The Arms of a Friend Wish I could sleep beside you. I know where I'd lay my head. I'd never have another sleepless night. I'd wrap my arms around you, knowing that was right. And if I ever hurt again, it wouldn't matter in the arms of a friend. There I would be comforted. And I'd be a happy person once again. Things won’t always go as expected. People have their different ways. I’m the same as I’ve always been. I want a life that’s peaceful and serene. Where would I be without hope? I'm sick and weary from ...

Wish I could sleep beside you. I know where I'd lay my head. I'd never have another sleepless night. I'd wrap my arms around you, knowing that was right. And if I ever hurt again, it wouldn't matter in the arms of a friend. There I would be comforted, And I'd be a happy person once again .  Things wouldn’t always go as expected. People have their different ways. I’m the same as I’ve always been.    I want a life  that's peaceful and serene.  Where would I be without hope? I'm sick and weary from trying. No lie could convince me that I'll be fine. But these hopes and beliefs are truly mine.   The Cry of our children is a series of poems written to encourage us to be our best self. Get your copy here

More than just a dwelling, it gave us our start in life. places a spark in our heart that causes us to love. determines our future, design the foundation of our character, pushes us away or give us desire to stay, cause us to aim for the stars, ignore, or assist others. Whatever we become, home enables, or hinders, gave us our views, perspective. Taught us how to interact with others. Makes us unshakable, independent, confident, formed our philosophies. Makes us unafraid, so comfort, encourage, And listen to the cries of your children. The Cry of our children is a series of poems written to encourage us to be our best self. Purchase a copy of the Cry of our children here

Bring down the curtain of indifference. Put an end to that era. Not that we’d forget. So that it may not start over. Though in our soul we carry pain, Mourn the loss of our brothers, Put an end to this foolish chapter, So we may love and stop hurting each other. Bring down the curtain of indifference. Let all work to change the future. Soften the heart of devious men, Who earn riches by taking Advantage of others. Bring down the curtain of indifference, That we may live in peace. The things that touches your neighbor, May not impact you presently, However, they could later. Purchase The Cry of our Children poetry here     Taken from The Cry of our Children buy it here!

wants to belong, be accepted, But gets frequently turn down,  Knows what it is to be excluded. Error might not be hers, but til she achieves find contentment in her accomplishments, Her journey's difficult and lonely.

Oh if I could recall my past as treasure, I'd return to those days without fear. I'd see your smile, keep believing you're love, generous, truly care, But your action didn't speak love to me. If my past were easy, flowery I wouldn't have my present conviction, and I'd miss out on my latest design. And I'd fall for your deception. I see care as meeting my needs, absent when desertion and heartache leads. Yet I'm liberated from the convictions of others. Not willfully but because of your hurtful ways. I see you as your actions speaks to me, Says you had no care or love for me, Changed my perspective and created a new beginning.

those who are kind to us. But how many can love anyone who is harsh and treats us unkindly? My heart break for every family who lost a love one to violence regardless of their job description. When I wrote the poem "How could I?' I was thinking of specific individuals, But that poem is true for many. Being a cop is not a tribe, This is not the hunger games. Neither is every Black man a thug. See the person whose you tackle as brother, a neighbor, before you go pulling a trigger. The child whose father was killed, may see the world from his killer's perspective. For peace sake read the cry of our children

we shouldn't be required to define who we are by race, All should be recognized as human beings. The world's vision would then be narrower. Through teaching differences become known. natural instinct to care become tainted. conditioning convinces us to protect ourselves from stereotypical view. After the devastation in Paris, They stood in solidarity and embraced. Disregarded religious preferences, stood as one nation. So should all around the world do. for peace and love to prevail, and recognize that all lives matter. Buy a copy of the Cry of our children here

But never wanted. Woman I loved, walked away, Though not easily! How poetic. My actions costs me much more than I anticipated. I could not stand up for her, I chose to be with who I was expected to love. Not the woman I preferred. Hear the cry of our children! Buy your copy here!

How could I choose someone who rejected me? Someone who walked away As I cried out, help me! Someone who left me to die, Someone who caused me to ask why. Someone who stood by as I struggled. How could I, love such a one? How could I? How could I? We all deserve unconditional love, We're all made of flesh and blood. Skin's just a covering, and ethnicity shouldn't determine if one's a thug. We should regard each other's lives, not judge without fully knowing. We all need to care. to forgive, to help others, Not for their benefit, but ours. We all hurt, but give others a chance, Not that any is expected to ignore acts of hate, But no one should ever have to ask, How could I love someone, who deliberately hates? How could I, How could I, How could I? Let's love and Listen to the cries of our children: buy it here from Amazon.com It is so easy to love those who are kind to us. But how many can love any who is harsh and treats us unki...

Let your voice be your chosen weapon. Not guns that cause destruction. Pursue objective through negotiations, Devastation’s not a solution. Speak, don’t retaliate or destroy Property, respect life; don’t take it from others. Put away your guns; and be heard through words, fight! The listener’s not enslaved Eventually he hears. Stay open minded, Don’t become blinded, consumed, swallowed up by despair. Struggle ends as awareness rise. The Cry of our children was written to stop the blood bath. We all need unconditional love. Don't shed blood, we all bleed red. buy the cry of our children here.

Many of us say the same thing in different ways. Some with more finesse than others. Dr. King said, "We are all tied together in a garment of mutual destiny." Kanye West placed unclothed people in bed together. Art is individually interpreted but the point is, we are all connected. While some say and do as they please, hindering or benefiting others' like an epidemic. At some point, all are touched. Think of drugs addiction and aids, Views change when we're personally affected. Issues affecting one community, leaves another untouched Momentarily, but eventually problems become wide spread. eventually we become joined by mutual concerns. Listen to the cries of our children. read about it in poetry,

The heart reveals a lot about me. And that's an unfortunate reality. 'N I can't ignore how it feels. when there’re hurts that time don’t heal.   It knows how things ought to be done. that expectations can cause one to feel let down. Still the heart reacts. And I have to live with its response.  The opinion of others doesn’t matter, If the heart doesn't agree. Whether the issue is love, life or destiny, The heart knows what should and shouldn't be.     buy my book of poems and lyrics here   for $2.99 on amazon for a limited time.              

My teenage years were carefree. I had no worries. I had a job that paid minimum wage Dreamed of attending college, eventually did, but continued dreaming. While my profession paid well it was a bridge, taught me to become empathetic. But it was life's that awaken me, When a classroom couldn't. Marriage was a cycle filled with struggles. But it was that and raising children That lead me to my passion. Through self expression and challenges. I gained my awakening, And that was the most I've ever earned. Read my note of thanks  A thank you note to all my readers

  Dr. King says that “ we are all tied together in a garment of mutual destiny.” With all the advancement we still struggle with social and political issues. The way we love affects every aspect of our life including our community . " The cry of our children" is a collection of poems based on social issues.   It gives tribute to some who lost their life in tragic circumstances and to inspire hope in those left behind.  There is an old adage that says charity begins at home? If we can't love and treat the ones we are responsible for well, how could we anyone else?   "The Cry of our children" provokes thoughts starting with its opening poem: Personal Significance.   My neighbor’s burden, Why is that of significance? I cannot see its complexities. It has no bearing on me.   If tyranny exists in another country, Within a random family, If a stranger’s grief stricken, Why should I meddle?   Are the crazy and home...

Beauty comes from inside us. Not from our skin texture or physique. Conditioned to believe it’s in appearances, As seen on television, on cover of magazines, We accept what we are taught as real. Though it’s difficult to block false messages out, Get from under that cloud somehow. Don’t let any condition get the best of you. Use your internal voice to suppress noise. For even when strong, any can be torn down. buy my book of lyrics and poems here

Redemption songs are songs that liberate a person and breaking free is the best reward a person can give themselves after being in contact with someone who does not know how to love. These Lyrics are of freedom. I’ve let go and I’m not holding on Even though I loved you, I’ve moved on. I’ve got me a hunk of a man. We’re doing the best that we can. And not listening to public opinion.   I’ve let go and I’m not holding on. They think they figured it out, but have it all wrong. And I did that for myself not for you. Because I wanted to be happy.   Our hearts were tied together. But unstable as the weather. You thought you could do better. I hope you’re right ‘cause our love is gone.   And I’m not pining over you. Or sitting around sporting the blues. ‘N you can have anyone you choose. And I don’t even need an apology. select this link to get the complete story      

In my dreams, we were playing beer pong. I don't know who was keeping score. People were singing along to songs. I had too many drinks and that’s for sure. There was a celebration going on. I didn’t know if this was for real. My hang-up and my fears were all gone. I knew that I liked the way that made me feel. Dancing as if my grandfather wasn’t a priest. Singing like no one was listening to me. I never felt anything so wild and at ease. The new me, was relaxed and free. Now I’m sober I remember it all. We both agreed to meet in that bar. Y ou had to hold me so I didn’t fall. Pretending to be strangers not who we are. Dancing as if my grandfather wasn’t a priest. Singing like no one was listening to me I never felt anything so wild and at ease. And that new me, was relaxed and free. It’s funny how that all came to be. But it seemed to be what we needed. To revive the love you had for me. Not simply to h...