Monthly Archives: November 2014

Even though… [POEM]

Even though
there are no ways to explain
this is not the same
something has changed
Even though
we’ve been through this before
this is so much more
so much in store
Even though
we’ve got the means of time
we can’t let this slip by
we have got to try
Even though
we search this life for balance
we find our share of challenges
love always comes after it
Even though
what is gone is surely that
it is a matter of fact
we won’t ever get it back
Even though
there may be work to do
we will both have to work too,
what is it worth to you
Even though
we can not make every promise
we can always be honest
nothing can take that from us
Even though
love is worth every bit of it
you might wait for the benefit
just don’t get rid of it
Even though
you have every right to decide
because of all that you survived
now you want to thrive
Even though
the moment feels amazing
being still is crazy
even still is maybe
Even though
we don’t know how it began
it might just go as planned
it might not ever end
Even though
fate and destiny will oblige
the universe will abide
we just have to try
Even though
it feels like we belong
feelings can just be gone
I would rather not be wrong,
Even though.


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers


A certain kind of woman… [POEM]

There is a woman
She’s the kind of woman
a certain kind of woman,
a woman for me

I’m a man
Her kind of man
a very certain kind of man,
the kind that She needs

There is a time
a special time
a certain time
for this to be

There is a moment
that special moment
a once in a lifetime moment,
we get to see

There’s a story
this kind of story
a wonderful story,
that we can believe

Something happened
kind of just happened
something special happened,
this time it happened to me.


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Blues, When it comes to you… [POEM]

If I can’t do nothin’ else,
I’m still gone do
nothin’ like what I do,
when it comes to you…

If I have to work a railroad,
train myself to dig coal,
I’d just set a goal,
and bring it on home to you…

Them streets say I’m hooked,
them roads say I’m lost,
them old heads say I’m wide open,
say I ain’t on top no more, I’m off…

but ain’t nothin’ can be said,
you’re all that’s in my head,
I think about you,
or you instead,
that’s what I do…

Break my back on that line,
break my leg on this stage,
break my heart on these words,
break my pen on this page,
just what I’d do…

Them boys say I’m crazy,
them girls say I’m wrong,
daddy say I’m stupid,
momma say I’m gone,

but ain’t nothin’ can be said,
you’re all that’s in my head,
I think about you,
or you instead,
that’s what I do…

I’m gone keep right on truckin’,
till I wind up with somethin’,
you just have my supper,
I’m on my way home to you…

If I can’t do nothin’ else,
I’m still gone do nothin’
like what I do,
when it comes to you…


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers

If I were as tall as my shadow… [POEM]

Stretching beyond the obstacle
bending to fit the path
contorting throughout my adversity
finding fit, at last

If I were as tall as my shadow

Hidden within the silence
but there I’d surely be
upon just a sliver of ambience
my presence would certain to please

If I were as tall as my shadow

I would reach and I would crawl
I would stand and I would fly
I would have no purpose to fall
I would be expected to survive

If I were as tall as my shadow

The darkness dare not find me
for the light shall set me free
whether or which is to happen
I am sure to cast my being

If I were as tall as my shadow

No monster could be so great
No mountain would be so tall
No monument should stand my way
none of it, not at all…

If I were as tall as my shadow


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Break… [POEM]

We must take it
by faith in by force
we are to make it happen,
no matter of course

There are no givens
still are no guarantees
in order to obtain
we must beseech where we believed

Old habits must be forgotten
traditions need be denied
where either of them falter
revolution must be devised

Organization of the fighters
conversationalists removed
the struggle has been elongated
by a people we behooved

Yet color don’t mean common
and state don’t measure just
there is mud within our water,
betrayal amidst our trust

The chains have been restructured
their links now give us way
configured to persuade us
for freedom we must pay

But image still perceives that
indentured terms suggest
the savior of the captives
never was to have them best

So now we take arms
feet firmly for the way
together in the cause
to lead into the day.


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Dear, Love… [POEM]

Dear love,
near love
Here love,

Why love,
try love
My love,
is cure

Hey love,
say love
May love,
be sound

Go love,
so love
Know love,
be found

To love,
do love
Who love,
will see

Feel love,
still love
Real love,
will be.


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers

No matter what… [POEM]

peace comes from fighting for it
joy only bookends the pain
love is not only for those who deserve it
different only comes with change

answers need problems to matter
hope shines in the life of despair
passion is usually a product,
of measures and means, unfair

hurt screams louder than heaven
ugly lasts longer for most
purpose is always a treasure,
but few are born to it so close

noise won’t settle the madness
drama won’t rid of the fear
the darkness will always be present,
it is where to find vision so clear

storms will deliver the rainbows
clouds will harken the sun
death will always teach the living
to count on their days by one

peace comes from fighting for it
joy only bookends the pain
love is not only for those who deserve it
different only comes with change.


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Self-Portrait (Poor traits of Myself)… [POEM]

Had I a say
but did I not,
would have preferred a different smile
than one I’ve got

chosen hair that curled
and not the kind that kinked
surely eyes that sparkled hazel
in between the blinks

about 3 inches taller
and muscle that would show
maybe a little bow-legged
enough for you to know

lips not so big
feet not so small
an in-between sufficient
endowed to natures call

my hands would be more callous
these that I have are soft
my palms are ever sweaty,
not such a manly thought

mannerisms brute
a voice much deeper than
a frame erected masculine,
not such a deeper tan

I’d have a walk more like I wanted
whichever walk that’d be
but I’d walk more profound like,
such that a man you’d surely see

as you can tell I’m insecure

in search of sort acceptance
just want to fit in place
I’d longed for different awhile now
wanting to be the same way

had doubts of my appearance
struggled with my pride
depressed about my self-assurance
it was always sure to hide

a perception have you noted
a disguise was best to get
trend and fad to my exception
only way that I could fit

living up to low expectation
religious rule and traditions toll
I’d not much been assumed to make it
not of my own control

so guilt and shame would raise me
law and order would denote
a God reigned over supremely
within a silence that he spoke

I was convicted

an open I was to judgement
feelings held to bear
not knowing whether to be comfortable
in a skin I had to wear

and mirrors made me nauseous
notions preconceived at best
I’d spend a lifetime trying to conform
yet never satisfying the rest

and so braces and a box of lye
might help me straighten out my truth
a steady diet of misconception
gave me costume of my youth

pressure hardened was my resource
found beauty in everything but me
a handsome outfit or nice persona
was as sexy as I could be

ridicule and made fun of
laughing stock and butt of jokes
I was never good enough to laugh
it was a saddened story that I’d wrote

not much to look forward to

bruised ego and scars of hurt
torn apart by sharpened scorn
I fell victim to perception of worth
thought unfortunately of my purpose born

pity parties held in state
observed as holiday cheer
until one moment I owned my ugly
and found courage inside of my fears

what good would I serve different
how important could I be
to show up disguised as better
wanting to convince the world it’s me

when inside were feelings contrary
than a look I’d come to want
till a mirror that I past saw me
and an image began to haunt

I found myself quite interesting
a clever specimen cool
then I noticed my uniqueness
to ignore would be to fool

I had lines and circles random
I had pieces that were plain
but I saw exciting in my difference
and didn’t want to change

all of sudden I was conscious
had awaken to my true
looked into my own reflection
and said, “I am in love with you”

crooked teeth and hair that bended
a color skin that was my own
my frame was too masculine
into a man, I’d surely grown

thought about the haughty laughter
recognized that sound of spite
realized I wasn’t wrong then
they saw in me of all was right

I have quirks and they have questions
but I am quality of course
I didn’t need outside validation
nor friend, nor fame, nor sport

this sized feet held up my body
these straight legs don’t look so bad
and well I’m well endowed according
according to endeavors that I’ve had

but none of it should matter
if I fail to master me
so I stood up to that mirror
and I let my self just be

Hello Self, welcome back

what purpose is it, hatred
especially towards my own
how dare I try to measure
a stone against a stone

what comparison is subject
to make sense of disdain
when I have every right to witness
the choices of my change

and all a sudden matter
didn’t matter much
I saw myself completely
and I was content for once

growth has this way of teaching
what youth won’t give for free
I’d learned along my lesson
that happiness was cheap

the cost instead was measure
wants and pleasing vow
I’d found myself empowered
in power by my now

acceptance more important
that I should find it for myself
and at once I’d found the reason
to see right in what is left

chin up and towards facing
a deliberate fact of plan
all of a sudden welcomed
by the softness of my hands

and since I’ve found a reason
a reasoned force to thrive
no more a dying present
I am before everything, alive

and worth every bit of blessing
my audacity to take
the portrait that defines me
is the picture that I make.


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Where is the wind… [POEM]

Where is the wind
the wind that blows
where is the wind that comes
where is the wind that knows

the white squall of worry has come about
a confusing chinook has taken place
the gust of grief blows fast and hard
but a levanter of love blows into my face

situations like siroccos
simooms that sedate
a sumatra of circumstance
all gale into my space

a pleasant yamo of my emotions
tickling zephyr of my soul
a taku of my desire
ignores the bora of control

Where is the wind
the wind that blows
where is the wind that comes
where is the wind that knows?


©2014 Cornelious “See” Flowers

Thought for the Moment [#13]

Stress is KILLING us!

We are broken, dis-eased, frustrated, un-well, imbalanced, distracted, malnourished, depressed, stretched, confused, lonely, isolated, fearful, over-stimulated, dis-heartened, and unhappy, BECAUSE OF STRESS!

Let It GO!


Whether For-give or FOR-GET, do it… FOR-YOU!

Pressure and anxiety, conjoined to the expectations and ideals of what is “supposed” to be or “supposed” to happen or should’ve’s, could’ve’s, would’ve’s… It is too much for you to take on. LET IT GO!


I am seeing and hearing too many stories of people around me having strokes, and heart-attacks, cancer diagnosis, mental health concerns, and other debilitating issues arising. But know that these are not “all of a sudden” ills, these things are results and effects of habits, routines, processes, traditions, and lifestyles. These conditions are product of our CONDITIONING! Be mindful, it comes from mindsets!

The “positive” people are suffering more than anything it seems like. It’s as if carrying around the weight of wanting to help everyone is hurting the very people capable of doing that. The poets and the prophets, the preachers, the purveyors of positivity, are in so much peril right now.

Prayer does change things. It changes the point of view. Let the prayers be pre-cursor to putting faith in action. We have to “get-over” some stuff. We have to release some stuff. That “stuff” being places, things, ideas, hurts, problems, questions… and PEOPLE, too!

Get it off of your chest! Get it out of your mind. LET IT GO!

Know that you can not change it all, fix it all, help it all, cure it all, save it all, do it all, know it all, want it all, inspire it all, influence it all, motivate it all, force it all, face it all, fight it all, feed it all, heal it all, hear it all, see it all, understand it all, console it all, comfort it all, want it all, need it all or BE IT ALL. What will more than likely happen is that you will burn yourself out, stretch yourself too thin, until a point that you are of no use. No use, at all!

My prayers and energy go out to you. I’m sending you a vibration of restoration and rest-assurance. Get some rest. No sense in burning the candle on both ends if you want to shine tomorrow.

There has to be a pace. That comes out of peace. I pray that you get peace. I speak strength and courage into you. I pray the wind of comfort and confidence rest upon you as you open your heart and mind to this message. I pray your soul and spirit is guided and grounded in the acknowledgment and understanding that the power is in you to heal yourself!

It only gets “better” when WE GO and GET BETTER!


Ase. Selah. Amen. Hakuna Matata. Peace. Blessings.

Be light,