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Be Proud Don’t Frown I like to go down town to look around When I see someone with a frown I say what’s going down They are too lazy So they just look at me like I’m crazy I say don’t put your head down to the ground Raise it like you’re wearing a crown Be proud don’t frown - 1990

~ Caselove


Just Like Me For he is the chosen one, no good and no bad He is happy not sad just like me When some one puts him down he doesn’t frown He is cool that way just like me He minds his business every day But still shows people what he can do just like me He’s got his points where no one knows what he’s doing But he still manages to get their respect just like me I know he chose me too, just like me Cool – just like me - 1990

~ Caselove


I Am Locked For I am a creature locked up but loved So, I can’t leave I have my own expectations that to others sound so simple I have a lot of time to think and many to have fun But I am up in a world where people grow up to have a job and children then die I am locked in a world where all people want is more and more A nice hair cut I don’t like that I want to live Experience exotic things and be known for the liver I want to love and to learn life and make people laugh For I am the liver and lover of real life and happiness I love the air I breathe The trees I sleep under And the cushion of fresh soil And the fresh water that can kill any soul but is too kind I want out of this trap I want to live and not be locked

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1990

~ Caselove


Friends Friends are friends no matter how they appear Friends are friends through out the whole year They stick together every and all the time From problem to problem their friendship would climb In the fun times and in the bad Your friend will keep you from feeling sad So when you are at the end Just get a helping friend - September 9, 1991

Sometimes they leave when you want them to stay Sometimes they come when you want them to go away A person to tell a secret to A person to talk to about experiences all so new - 1994

~ Caselove


Poetry The poem is my favorite form of writing It lets people express themselves and come out of hiding The common rapper is also a poet But the image and music doesn’t show it When I hear a poem I’m always impressed A long poem is always the best That is how I express the way I feel But the images put on paper may not be real

- 1994

~ Caselove


Summer Expectations Trying to entertain and not pass the time Wanting the day to be over but not the day to pass The need for fun and for relaxation The need for money and the need for love Looking forward to nothing when at the same time it is something The need for practice and being kept busy I want to be happy and feel I have no cares in the world The need to have needs and expectations Expectations of summer - 1994

~ Caselove


Sometimes You Shouldn’t Wait My aching head waiting for shoulders My aching heart waiting for soul When all the warmth is pulling I ignored the pull How many times do I turn it down thinking the best things come to those who wait Maybe I’m right, maybe what comes will be my fate When there are greater things to worry about now Like rape, disease, even betrayal, this tops my worries like a big fat cow When so many people are doing things unforgivable When they have accomplished far worse than me Maybe I’m just being ridiculous, worrying about something not so crazy One day when I heard everybody was doing it and afterwards was satisfied I decided to get it over with, I was so afraid I nearly died I had all the opportunities, so I got down on my knees and prayed Lord don’t make me regret this please, with me the thought stayed I had to do it and I had to do it now Oh! So I did it and the secrets I now know I didn’t regret it, it wasn’t so bad, hey It worked, I made it happen, I got an A! I’m going to do this more often it wasn’t so yucky Heck it was easy

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1994

~ Caselove


It Gets On My Nerves It’s so hard making it out in this world today The battered wives, discrimination towards the gay Battles against sexes, races, religion, and jobs The frightened people fighting for power in angry mobs Drugs and violence what a common fraise it is Its not the wizard of oz it’s the whiz Gunshots sprayed popped from every city side There’s no where to run skip hop or hide Soon our lives will be hit hard like a hockey puck Weather we live or die will be nothing but just plain luck Even if you don’t hear the guns bang and crack All of the violence will keep spreading, heading back Into your neighborhoods, houses, schools There will be nothing but dope hidden by following fools And pretty soon you’ll be losing your hope Maybe the bad people will grow up and learn So we can live happy together in turn But maybe the gangster trend will go away Letting the kids come outside not afraid to play I hope you get out of life what you didn’t today - 1994

~ Caselove


The Classroom Disease Sitting in class Nothing you really want to do Waiting, waiting for something to come along Her words are drifting fast in and out of your mind You’re trying to hold on Trying to keep your eyes open and strong Maybe she’ll stop and get the clue You’re slipping, slipping, your head is sinking down Your eyes are rolling A chair moves, boom Your head rises up, and your eyes open You yawn looking at the people in the room You see your teacher talking as she passes you with a frown You look down I can’t help it, you think to yourself The sleep is overpowering me, I’ve lost all energy RING RING, the bell rings to go to your next class You’re up and out, the sleep is on the shelf And you happily join your friends in the hall in a mass - 1994

~ Caselove


People Say Some people say I am quiet Some people say I am loud Some people say I am controlled Some people say I am crazy Whatever people say I am, I’m just me Some people say I am smart Some people say I am slow Some people say I am productive Some people say I am lazy Whatever people say I am, I’m still me Some people say I am creative Some people say I am boring Some people say I look mad Some people say I look happy Whatever people say I am, I will always be me People perceive me differently But I will always perceive myself by the way I feel It doesn’t matter what people say Good or bad What matters is, how you feel about yourself And not some dumb fad ~ Caselove

- 1994


I’m Too Through Sitting at the dinner table, watching a dead man on the news An innocent old man, beaten with a frying pan, by those bastards, the crazy fools What a promotion, drugs, sex for murder, causing the violence in our schools And the imitators Dressing all dopey, bringing guns, having fun, getting suspended and breaking rules The government officials censoring television When they should be censoring the news

- 1995

~ Caselove


Basketball Maneuvering in front of everyone’s eyes Listening to uncaring, unthought about remarks Trying to do my job unaffected and good Not wanting to yell back in that evil tone, look, nudge My so-called teammates Don’t know what the hell they are mad about Easy putdowns come Easy to get frustrated with nothing People don’t realize what they do, they don’t think, they don’t care It’s dome, immature, and stupid Sometimes I want to get away Go back to my summer world Full of okayed mistakes Highlighted goods Happy time - 1995

~ Caselove


Of Brotherly Love Just coming out of school, the loss of knowledge exemplifies evil I can’t write these words down cause my hands they be feeble Evil canevil – My writing styles are irregular Stressed out minds define the perpendicular Strategies, mindsets, invested and incline Label and underline a baseless design that’s mine I find that most people, the real ones not the fake Inflict upon the stable, a pedestal when they relate They don’t hesitate, to collaborate and state The happiness which they have encountered was unheard And thoroughly preferred Their minds have lost the hate, deferred, ejected Which can no longer be connected A sadness can be endured, it reflects Upon the happiness which projects It cannot be conformed to another It will change a brother In other words love A lack of shadyness Love’s Bliss -

June 1995 ~ Caselove


Ignorance Don’t even bother to try to understand it’s too complicated mind sets underlined defined and so domesticated . . .

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October 1996

~ Caselove


A Moment Of Contemplation Of A Young Poet With me and my pen broken hearted sitting, thinking, What can I write about Without exposing all of my thoughts and feelings Writing, writing, writing, Erasing every expression of everything that is really going on in this head of mine Sounding like an essay reporting every wrong, every obsession, need, desire Not knowing what I am going to think of next Love, hate, feelings, definitely too deep and too personal It’s not for the rest of the world For it is too cold, too hot, too harsh, too still, for me to let everyone in People don’t have respect, any compassion, responsibility, an understanding for “I” lives, it is just me and mine Writing this way no one will ever really know what I really mean They won’t be able to just look into my eyes and read me like some sort of good book Translating every word, every expression thought Letting people in would be like opening a wound to harsh chemicals that burn by mistake Something that just happens that no one is accountable for -

November 1996

~ Caselove


With With What a lovely word With I want to be with a with A pleasure A secret wish I want to have a smile with that with I want it to be a with that I can share with Excitement to get me away from the troubles of shady individuals with Someone that I can turn to when things don’t always go right with A secret smile in the morning, afternoon and night with The smile that will make me shine, that kind with I need a with I want to want to get up in the morning and always know I am with a with A no one else will ever have with The grass is always on the other side and sometimes I wish I was there with Yes, a with, that is what I want to be with -

December 1996

~ Caselove


A Real Woman

I am a real woman because I make all the fellas dream Nobody can define me, my styles are smooth like ice cream Make you scream for more so forth and of coarse after Tickling your insides have you laughing without laughter So, clap clap your hands and give me an applause I will give out an effect without any cause It is a standing ovation without any hesitation Time delayed mesmerized by my imagination See I keep them on a leash like all dogs they tend to stray They claim they’re really real, still with my mind they want to play Sometimes they get a craving for the kibbles and bits This is the time I like to teach new dogs old tricks You see most people like the fast food even though it’s not nutritious No patients for the real meal, most definitely delicious I am the real meal fresh tasty and munches Lip smackin sugar packin tummy rubbin damn scrumptious No I can not stop and I will not quit I am movin upon your thoughts like tobacco does to spit It is still as I stand Like fire to your fingertips welts in your mouth and hot in your hands Most assured and absolutely I am too hard to handle Sit down as not to slip you will get by the candle wax Expose the blacks and whites of feeling and emotion Your role denoted causing confusion and commotion It is hard to take control of something that is bigger Sit down listen learn understand and try to figure Stimulation of the mind do you see the light My rhyme skills may come weak to you but metaphor is tight At night I write when my thoughts need to fly Crying out kayos in my head I don’t know why I try expression to the fullest forging forward towards delight Sucking up all the spirit saturating your eye sight to the soul I deny the negatives when people can be cruel As a rule my ears I hide From deaf inflicting implied vibes The roads I ride Equilibrium The physical and the mental unified Before I Unified . . . Unified . . . Unified . . .

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March 16, 1997

~ Caselove


Really How It Happened Really how it happened I could not have predicted I saw you every Sunday never knew that you existed You were just a face contemplating your potential They made me into paper you wrote on me like a pencil A tan, I understand you grow on me like the pigment God made you my prince Pinch me you are just a figment Of my imagination It is coincidental that I am the lyrics lead me to your instrumental And we need to ride the seas physically and to the mental I will lead and protect you with my soul love extensile My woman’s intuition It’s in the way you fill me full of feeling and emotion Your role elevated with the big one the promotion See, we have chemistry, the missing pieces to the puzzle I need to let these sparks fly and release them from my muzzle Your face is like a force just trying to draw me in My soul stepping out of me passing through your skin Self control keeping me away from total humiliation I’ve got this disease I’m waiting for a vaccination You’ve got to understand it’s hard and do me some kinda credit I do know what, I want I just don’t quite know how to get it -

March 28, 1997 ~ Caselove


Just Aquaintances First of all let me break it down down to you I’ve got some information in a style I thought you knew I’ll be Smooth like Bahamma, have class like Baudu You will never know or ever hang with my crew It’s true for everyone It’s what we used to do Now we’re graduating and I’ll reminisce of you True we’re just acquaintances and it is hard to accept But for now close your eyes and contemplate this new concept What I don’t get, is When everybody’s leaving Why people are pretending and obviously deceiving Ok, part of the message that I’m trying to send Is the question why people confuse acquaintances for real friends? Reality is set in I can cannot get in A mode of depression because this is what I’m stressin’ A memory is something everyone wants to hold on to And that will be the only thing connecting me to you You striving for the best Looking for success These are one of many things to get get off my chest chest I’m blessed blessed by the Lord I’m born again Girl into woman Boy into man People keep growing this I understand So say bye to high school Bye to your man Pick up and roll as fast as you can Buy a big house and buy up some land Cause this shout goes out to class of 1997 -

June 3, 1997

~ Caselove


Crying Times Going back to mind trying to find a way back to the home I left behind Memories crying back into my presence I feel empty when I am full of memory of times past This stuff I write on paper never can express the way I really feel inside So I sit and feel unconnected I write This sad day only brings back painful feeling And now I sound pitiful The stressed out minds and bodies of this place run like chickens with their heads cut off Looking and searching Unnecessary thoughts and bad feelings

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July 12, 1997

~ Caselove


97’ S.I.T. In this 1997 S.I.T.’s rules Calvary loves us because we are the camp’s tools We schools the history S.I.T.’s we grease 360 degrees on negatives we sneeze Cleaning in the kitchen we work hard with Cheese Last call for dishes see the cooks they please Maintenance is where we do what we do Paul and Dan out there just kickin’ it with the crew Trash runs big guns we keep the kybos lookin’ new Riding in the tractor looking for stuff to do Uh ha, yeaa, they’re liken us on support Taken care of all the campers when the staff breaks from the court It’s like sport We are the second string first rate We pick up all the pieces and put it back on the plate I can’t wait for next year baby have no fear The newly graduated T.I.T.s will absolutely be there S.I.T. tools rock right yes we’re money We keep going on and on like the energizer bunny On and on and on and on We keep moving on and on to the break of the crack Don’t worry when we go cause when we leave we’re coming back! -

July 1997

~ Caselove


Pronounced Outcast

Outcasts, why must people be an outcast Casting out from the crowd coming out last I ask Why must people be and outcast When things aren’t working out they’re backing out fast -

July 1997

~ Caselove


Feeling Feels Sometimes I feel like I just can not do right Frustration taking over feeling stressed out and can’t fight I might explode of this depression Longing for something A release, an inspiration All I can do is sit and deal, I pray For the Lord to be for real and give me a way To overcome this hurt inside For love to guide Me to happiness so I can fly Fly away Where I feel safe out on my own in outer-space No confrontation or thought to feel I’m flyin’ high it’s so unreal the happiness that I can feel I intake So I can spread I initiate the love the good back in the head I aim to break Vacate the pain And crush the tears of happiness I still maintain I elevate and steal the fears Feelings are weird No explanation The wonder years of questions of expectation The long for love No satisfaction Just hesitation there’s no conclusion It’s all just a mental stimulation to know where But Feeling feels -

July 28, 1997

~ Caselove


Sunsets Sunsets sing across the earth like breezes in the summer A silent noise of peace Distant memories of when we were younger A sight so unseen it’s invisible to the eye I can only wonder what it is that’s in the sky I cry that I want to be closer to the music I want to breathe it in So that I can make it mine Sometimes people treat the earth as if it’s like a toy Sunsets are the Godly things that man can not destroy I employ a special wonder to the mazes of the sun That if the earth went away would it shine and sing again -

July 1997

~ Caselove


University The Shock University, It’s Howard The people they be Black The city it be wack Gotta get some go-go Got some beef I got your back I’m strollin’ up the streets All I could hear is beeps Some body say I’m sexy sexy chocolate he repeats He says that I am stacked He thinks that he’s a mac Somebody break it down for he not know he’s on that crack A flow with different verse I move on with no reverse I’m flowin’ like my monthly Need some money get my purse -

September 1997

~ Caselove


my notions How come my strength is now my weakness Why Can’t I express my own emotions

Regulated Dreams Regulated dreams dry moments without the means Obstacles created keeping minds away from beings My complexity will never grasp your understanding I am screaming and no one seems to be listening I keep preaching the right from wrong and I practice not I can not disclose those instincts that can’t be taught I keep thinking, as I am so righteous in my thoughts But the temptations clog me up like blood clots Coming upon me up in my body My mind is not prepared for those conflicting energies If only I could foresee the situations as they are and Not how they should be I myself and every part of me would be in the position to stop But being that my soul not exactly elevated, and my mental Not particularly escalated Would mean physical ecstasy is probably needlessly sought I am rot with feelings, emotions, much dreamings People not partaking or relating with my meanings I try to fly with the good word of my God But for some reason wrong interpretations are increasing And I question if I’m the fraud Sometimes I crawl into this whole full of thought I make this disconnection from my role and from my spot I’m just not There for a minute I regain my inner-vision My purpose, my explanation, and regain my determination To go on, move on and keep my head up Ok and then I sleep and in the morning when I wake up Happy rejuvenated and ready for the world Never gained the pity or concern because I squirreled Away my feelings, and fixed my own convictions,

I move forth in the world with a shake a nod a smile I can see in them but they an not see my denial Why is there such a struggle not to be seen as a chump I wish I lived in a world where I could just be blunt And just say: I need love I want to be loved I want you Your friendship understanding your trust And be-loved-ness It is true You are always on my mind You are the subject of my obsession See, this is my confession You are the one thing that gives me happiness A blessing Well I can’t say it So I digress into a nod and I smile You could almost see it in my eyes after a while But look when I’m off guard because I’m always in disguise Sometimes I fall, sometimes I rise Just believe me when I say the little things that I devise You can see it in my eyes Please listen to my cries I will be real with you, if you will be real with me I say it that you may realize, and everything will be - October 12, 1997

~ Caselove


Omawale Elson I wish I could draw a picture of the seen I just encountered The deepest testimony of emotion that reached into the depthness of my heart It was the most beautiful depiction of the true and sincere state The tears dropped the walls of the norm of made up face I embraced the grace of God that I saw in his eyes The words that spoke were soft but viament (strong) with meaning Through the deep convictions in his cries I’m touched

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October 22, 1997

~ Caselove


Curiosity Kills the Cat Sometimes there are those beautiful things that never should be touched The times you feel at ease is the time you’ve done too much To touch is like a poison Temptation is too strong Past experience puts on the pressure and the battle is prolonged Don’t play with fire cause you might get burned Put it out, and that is that Because it is a well-known fact curiosity killed the cat -

October 1997

~ Caselove


See Me Sometimes I write at this piece of paper and I don’t know what to write There are no words to express my feelings so I sit and search for insight It’s weird at times when I get an inspiration The words that come just flow But then there are times when I’m full of frustration And why I can’t write I don’ t know Well today I have a problem and I don’t know what to do A soul is hurt and needs confrontation If only my soul it knew There are some things you can’t explain The mysteries in the eyes If these eyes could see my mysteries there would be happiness No fronts, no lies But time will tell The truth will be I’ll let what’s coming come I’ll take it as a life long lesson I’ll be in peace as one -

November 1997

~ Caselove


Feeling for Compassion

I have nothing to say that which comes from my heart The words are not there to perform the part I start with a prayer to take the pain away No words can express what it is I want to say I sway towards the feelings of physical expression Sounds from voices are noises interfering a digression From the state Towards some happiness through all this Depression -

November 1997

~ Caselove


“Cluck” “Cluck” Cluck Cluck Cluck Cluck, Buck your pet peeve chicken head sit at the table I’m here to tell you ‘bout the mentally unstable I have, two words for you to understand, to comprehend That is the heart of people is the soul of the fake friend Just, lend me an ear so information can penetrate Fake peoples they can’t seem to brake the crave to perpetrate Playing with one’s emotions Instantaneous denotions Of, deeper relations of the true and intimate So I say ooh so close but sorry no cigar I can see your fakeness clear as the zits that made a scar On the faces of rich white kids with metal braces The true in you is rarely seen like private parts in private places I stress this I, digest this Squeeze it through the system cause your fakeness is contagious It’s a disease, it’s like a poison Like going to a party without boys and Dancing like you’re having fun Be true too your peoples who love you for who you are The one behind the mask and make-up makes the star -

December 1997

~ Caselove


Dogs In Heat Ass wanting negros need to learn to take it slow They will get nothing but chickens if they roll with that flow So I show them the way to behave and do things right But they never seem to listen because they put up a fight It’s funny how they jokes is always about the sex And they wonder why we hesitate when they want us to flex In they directsTions cause we cause quick erectsTions on the regular we injects the virus of love in mass proportions They’re perplexed -

February 1998

~ Caselove


The Music of My Poetry Poetry, words spoken unseen, it is felt in the mind and taken in spiritually Although it can be seen it is always felt and for those who seek it, is speaks a little peace I sat in wonder as I knelt down to the Lord What words will I speak as I move foreword - into life I am aware at times when I write I want it to mean something and provide insight I want to say something that needs to be heard I need some convictions and write new things with my word Curved and configurated into this new wave of flowing thought Forms so unique in that they can never be taught Or even brought by anyone else This is my song, this is how I sing it, I am rich and this is my wealth

- March 27, 1998

~ Caselove


Good Life Growing understanding through the trials of young lives Cries for acceptance and knowledge to survive Hard nights for sight of the sign to climb Towards some truth to find the divine in time See, there seems to be a secret to living the good life Because trials and tribulations keep creeping roads toward right Keep flight and keep sight to overcome those hard nights Maintain the face and mind ways of good nights They say the wrong ways won’t rise if the right keeps height Of the abominations of incriminations Even though it doesn’t end it will ease painful sensations What seems to be the secret to maintain that forward lane? The good life seems right but maybe it’s the wrong way sane What is the good life? Having it all? Family, money, love, Experience To be successful Easy comes and easy goes using the tools to get the pay Never the no’s just the yes’s your welcome and okay That’s the way But you know, through all that satisfaction and glory day The good life seems a little greedy in a way -

June 10, 1998 ~ Caselove


My Music It’s Not Always Depressing How come I always end up writing the songs of something depressing Despite the way I make it sound some things aren’t too impressing I mean it has it’s ups and downs but my life really isn’t that bad However, I promote the positive whenever I’m feeling sad Yet when I grab a piece of paper and get that feeling to write The words that flow keep flowing down never taking up flight Despite the happy feeling I get once I’ve said my peace People see the negative all they get from it is grief This ish is real It’s what I see Of how people seem to be And if they take it as negative They need to deal with it in all of it’s complexity I like to open up eyes Enlighten minds Enable them to see In themselves and the fakeness of this messed up society So they can know the happiness that they too themselves can bring Being true is what I wish we all were so in ourselves we’d have harmony And that’s what we would sing -

August 4, 1998

~ Caselove


My Book I am a reader, but not of books I often sit back introverted and see me as myself I love to be living, learning, and working with good health I am my keeper, my mind, body my soul I am not just those things, identities I am told I hold my future and that is who I am, only I can take me there, it is myself, I choose to stand I am not your mamma, your crutch, your super woman on demand I am not your fixit, psychologist, to help you understand I am not just the athlete, the scholar, the child that behaves I enclave the spirit of body space and mind I say, my existence is not contingent on the images I find I am Casey the dreamer the lover of life who’s future starts today, who’s trying to find what’s right I am fearing nothing but failing my God the divine, my people, my purpose, myself, my time I often sit back introverted and see myself as mine It is mine, it is me, my history The book with growing pages that is added on the shelf The book of adventures, many mysteries, fact, fiction, it is the book about myself

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September 6, 1998

~ Caselove


The Autobiography (After Ferlinghetti) I am leading a stressful life at Howard University ……Everyday I struggle to get my foot out the door on time I wake up, it is a chore after pulling nearly and all nighter ……...For a week I spend much time in particular looking for the right clothes to wear I hope that somebody notices me as a sophisticated woman and not the “jock” I may appear to be I walk across the yard hoping I see no one and no one sees me I worry about presence, sometimes it takes too much effort to speak I sit and wonder if the lectures for the day are going to be interesting and even still, that I stay alert and not fall into the uncontrollable spell of sleep I often encounter from day to day I take endless notes that I never look at again I sit and wonder where the professor is going and what exactly the test is going to be on I am so easily pulled of the track and delayed from my study time I wish I could get homework and projects done during class and not …….After I am running late and hungry wanting to be at point B from point A without traveling I am wanting to be in places I am not I worry ……Who is going to eat the fruit before it goes bad I don’t have time I work I teach kids how to read, write, and do their math I try hard not to beat them when they are bad I practice Lacrosse I run around a track three times regular and one time fast I catch a small rubber ball with a Lacrosse stick and rush it into a nylon net I am aching with old injuries and sore muscles I come home I wash I eat I pull my books out to study I wonder if I will ever get a break I see the clock counting six hours for me to sleep before the next day I thank God for my blessings and ask for energy and health I sleep dreams full of planning and scheduling, distorted scenarios of days to come I dream a restless dream of the day I just had I am leading a stressful life at Howard University I like it here and I wouldn’t have it any other way -

September 9, 1998

~ Caselove


Carnegie Mellon I am three years old going on four, loving it Living an adventure in my second place, pre-school I am living an adventure im my red Oshkosh overalls And my new kicks With my legs wide, supporting me on a slant The cool stance I am fresh with my pigtail twists with the part right down the middle With my hands on my hips Overlooking all the activities My sister over there playing legos’ With her group of friends Locked out of that circle I go anywhere else A free market of play Hand painting art on the easel the structure of the brush The sandbox and toy trucks the two way mirror and dolls the loft Or was that kindergarden Determination at recess to get the two weeler I am going to teach myself how to ride That mad rush The winter blows so cold I can’t breathe I hold my mother’s warm hand rushing to the parking lot There is Emory, he is younger and always getting in trouble We play in the basement because he went in Linsey’s room and broke her Barbie belt He is too hyper We play and hide from my mother under the blanket on the floor She fixes us grilled cheese and jelly sandwiches with a warm bowl of soup Mmmmmmm my favorite My two best friends Rachel and Erica, my right and left hand We play in Rachel’s mom and dad’s room jumping recklessly on the bed Because there, we are allowed Dig up the indian clay from the yard and make paint with it Swinging in the brown hammock Adventure down the hill to pick the grapes right off the vine Yea, life is right in pre-school time

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September 17, 1998

~ Caselove


No Time I have better things to do than to be watching TV and buying CDs’ Going to the video store and making popcorn I have no time No time For shopping and buying fly gear and getting my hair done every Saturday with a manicure I have no time for body sprays and bubble bath Shaving legs and plucking eyebrows That beauty must come within Because I have no time for macking up men and going out to movies and sitting in restaurants Having things paid for I have no time to be stressing over them wondering if he likes me and if he is really real I have no time to be chillen in the room doing nothing with my friends Clubbin Sipping coolers I have no time to be eating when I want to, sleeping, or even going to the bathroom I mean I have better things to do I mean I have better things to do I do laundry Clean my room Take showers and brush my teeth I put on clothes and go to classes I go to work I go to practice I take showers I eat food And study till it’s time to sleep again I have no time for those extra things I mean these are only the best years of my life And I mean I have better things to do -

September 24, 1998

~ Caselove


Heaven Must Have Sent Me Born into existence with a head based on strong shoulders Living life with lessons nurtures, guides, goals, and good molders They knew before I got there, the way I’d base my life Cozy cool and right with whites, the private life was nice We got the lute, we have it made, let’s give them an education First things first lets get a loan, invest in their destination I love my family, I love my life, I learned things do not just come Because when the money all ran out, the family stayed as one The life style was good, materials are not essential To live it up as one should, to gain the full potential But as the time increases and my mind can see The world is bigger than the ball of house and family My loving life keeps on going, reflecting on the past Present pressures only place the problems passing last -

October 1, 1998

~ Caselove


Sister to Sister

(Model poem) Hey girl, people for me haven’t been too reliable No lie they’re strait up fake They’re superficial Selfish and greedy And are only out for themselves even when they do us a favor And yes, there was a time when I used to let people Run me, my thoughts, my actions, my body But now I am always on the lookout Doing things I want to do and treating others right Don’t be surprised when they let you down Abuse you Lie You must rise above those discrepancies Don’t rely on dependencies Learn to take your own initiative You can love But don’t live to satisfy Don’t get hot and bothered People will be mean But it will pass and I will keep on going ‘Cause honey People for me haven’t been too reliable -

October 13, 1998

~ Caselove


A Poem of Adrenaline I don’t know if we were playing in North Carolina, New York, Maryland or DC I only know it was hot The grass was thick The sky was blue And the sun was beaming down on us like a blanket of electricity Sleeves rolled up, T-shirts soaked, and sweat glistening off of every cheek and forehead Hands griping down on sticks Toes planted in the softness of the earth preparing for instant acceleration The whistle is blown and the ball goes up right off the draw Soaring freely in the air All eyes looking towards the heavens waiting in anticipation to see Whose stick is going to come triumphantly through all the masses Rescued out of elevation and cradled gently to the earth It was my stick that captured that little bundle of joy Legs moved swiftly, toes patted softly with vary little contact to the ground Striding in full free motion flying towards the goal I see dream like images of my teammates clearing me a pathway to the forbidden land I see girls wearing fear on their faces attempting to stop the woman coming their way Sticks swinging at my head Noises of frustration sound as I lodge my baby girl defiantly into the back of the net I don’t know if we were playing in North Carolina, New York, Maryland or DC I only know it was hot We were playing Lacrosse And I was happy there with my team -

October 27, 1998

~ Caselove


I Thought I Knew I thought I knew the way of life when Jesus Christ is concerned I loved the life and liked the living giving self and served I saw the Lord in my loved ones, prayed and sacrificed I delayed temptations played and missioned gave advice I thought I knew what was right I even read some word I yearned to learn identify my walk with Christ cofirmed I gained that sight but didn’t see the space so tightly squeezed I realized reality that which disguised in me It broke me to my knees I thought I knew Jesus Christ, my faith must have turned I saw the Lord cast out the devil so I would not be burned I found in me an inner peace one never felt before I had not only happiness and bliss but so much more I thought I knew why he died his grace so strong and stern I wondered why my soul was spared something I’d never learn I understood there’d be a day that I would see the light I never thought the day would come as quickly as tonight Now I know the mystery, the answers to the whys’ The light we see seems so dark to the light now in my eyes -

October 30, 1998

~ Caselove


A Thought of Infatuation

Transcending in your natural Ora, Explora Creating you a moment of Euphora, Pleasurera Wading down the depthness of your Cora I Soara Knowing you and loving you befora, from the Doora Seeing you my vision from the floora I Adoreya Your essence is up there I scare to know what it is that makes me Shiver, I Quiver Every time I think of you I get Delivered, you Slivered Stole my heart and ran away Indian Giver my Liver Drunk, love levels flowing forms a River I whither My life without you living I could never ever Do, because I love you It’s true Ask me and I’ll go fast in a fraction fixed attraction My feelings for you long to take some action Mad satisfaction It’s over -

November 10, 1998

~ Caselove


Sweet Sweet Spirit

I always like music It can take you into such emotion Put you in a mood Happy Sad Scared It can bring back memories Of the past Moments Senses Colors Places Smells People Trends It blends To the car And Carries the soul Somewhere Nothing Else Can It Moves -

November 12, 1998

~ Caselove


(Untitled) Love

What I like about being in love Is the sweet smile of being loved The glow in the eyes That touches my heart Being held on a Saturday morning The strong yet soft caress Of his hands Holding me Hugging me Squeezing me tight What I like about being in love Is the cool tickle of his lips Kissing On my face My neck The lick of his tongue Tickling my ear Giving me chills That run All through my body What I like about being in love Are those little things That turn me Appreciating the way his pants hang Around his exterior The dips and curves Of his back The smoothness of his skin Over the ripples of his abdomen Eating ice-cream Licking the whip-cream Off of warm apple pie Serving me and me him Every tantalizing bite What I like most about being in love Is the way I can feel him Becoming apart of me Sharing everything Knowing our thoughts Going through life, living Sometimes separate But knowing I have an equal Ah, I do like being in love -

November 17, 1998

~ Caselove


Lyrics of the Loving Rain Let the rain kiss the beauty of his lips Let the liquid trickle down to the dips of his chin Let the rain kiss down on his forehead For the shadows of the night air have been clouding his spirits Let the sky open up it’s arms and rain on his being, clinging, cleansing Close your eyes sweet boy, let the rain kiss you Let the rain caress you, drench you, immerse you In its every thirst quenching crystal drop -

December 8 1998

~ Caselove


Something Rising from Within Something is rising in me to form these words from thought to letter Manifesting into something infinitely put together I am writing I move to learn So in turn I am enlightening Everyday of my existence In my minds eye, recording every instance Looking inward from outside yet within I see myself and others interacting in their – from their skin It makes me grin sometimes and I cannot seem to help it And then I leave myself open to be dealt wit I see a lot of things in folks that I really ought to write down A moment of reality shining through that dome, yea, that crown It is in that very moment where barriers are broken down And that frequency of fakeness all the fronting hits the ground It drops And reality Everything that is Screaming to come out The spirituality pops, feelings and emotions fizz That which make other people shout See everything that is Is everything from within You can’t recapture moments in the flesh kid, It’s too thin See it comes from within, not the way you dress your skin Or the brand of stimulation you buy to impress them And the images you may find trying to get from point a to point b Well I’d rather walk than to be loved fort the image of my mercedie And all the intellectual minds that try My soul can not be measured My love tries to defy those physical things that we call pleasure It is the itty bitty memories of moments those that connect you to a friend That great gift of love you can only get from him And I mean God His love is everywhere, his spirit is everlasting That little bit of love we try to capture Its surpassing Family functions and friends all those things come to and end When his love is infinite I wonder Why more don’t know him. -

February 8, 1999

~ Caselove


With Faithfulness Where there is fearfulness There is faithlessness For those who forge in fear are forgotten and are wrought in blindness For it is greatness to fly with faith in his divineness … His love is Sublimeness Supplying safety in a situation of hard times…Yes God is good …See Let us be the workman that we know we should and showing we need not be ashamed To fly with faith is to be uplifted, limit lines of effort shifted, not to be disdained The work of the God gifted overcame those who could but just maintained Now we break the binds that block us facing fears that kept us tamed Those times that shook and shake us Burning us from within Go beyond the limits live, look, close your eyes and when you fly Follow Him Just think of all the times you stepped out of your comfort zone Feeling used and abused ostracized and alone But you experienced those things that you may gain strength and grow And see And somehow, now you know Sounding out the letters to a word you couldn’t read Running that extra mile when you knew you couldn’t breathe Stepping out on that stage knees shaking when you speak Your heart is palpitating, stomach racing yet you keep You keep on Pushing out that mold butterfly… you knew that you could sing You knew you had it in you, the joy that you could bring We need to move a little less in the flesh but in the spirit Don’t worry about those blind and deaf For God can see and hear it It is that spirit within that brings the anointing Just trust in the Lord with all thine heart and lean not to thine own understanding -

March 22, 1999

~ Caselove


Nothing Could Have Prepared Me Nothing could have prepared me for the force I had to battle Greatly blinded drifting down a waterfall without a paddle Falling free I fell believing every dream could be fulfilled I counted on a life and growing only time could build Misguided that the future was a promise which would come I left things for later leaving many things undone Loosing you was a war I was not prepared to fight And who’d of thought our last goodbye was the one we said last-night Even through my worries in truth I never thought it’d be I lived for you would die for you you loved and cared for me my everything you Birthed inside happiness and taught me how to sing And now I’m left with you to miss, and my heart is hurt and breaking It’s burning through my soul Having lived a love so few have had So true and beautiful I’m old -

February 1999

Dedicated in Memory of Annie Seamans - October 14, 1999

~ Caselove


Beyond Imagination Living it up in this place looking at space and time Trying to win the race to love, money sublime Gaining knowledge in existence a real degree of truth to find But blind searching for something so hard When under the nose it’s right in line Eyes closed to possibilities of true realities defined It’s not outward but within where in the truth is intertwined There is a thing It’s called a soul that which lays in everyone Connects us to the body, past present and roads to come Our being It is a gift given from the Almighty one A gift of air to breathe, of light to see That’s only some More than one can imagine of things that have and will be done We have been blessed with so much in us His love beats thunders of a drum -

March 1999

~ Caselove


Problem to Situation Attitudes and times change but places remain the same Marking present past reminiscing on ways that went and came We wish we could change things reflecting upon the past Stressing on the simple things we know will never last Egos manifest from snowflake to snowball Saving for the best buying power having it all There is a purpose in life Defining the undefined Choices we make to maintain Limitations of space defying time A never ending story of music and revelation Is this life’s situation a problem or wisdom to get us through A simple delay of the sensation we wish to make come true -

April 1999

~ Caselove


Constructing Much to Fill our Minds I found a life that was right no one was quite like me I learned a lot about a little saw things no one could see Discovered wisdom through this life saw in others what it could bring And answers to the questions, thoughts, gave truth and understanding We are people and we dream, constructing much to fill our minds But what is truth without the word where love is truly defined So much in life we long to indulge, for that we work and give But we don’t work enough for God, the one by whom we live So the next time you wake and rise from bed to go about your day Take some time to talk to God, read the word and Pray -

May 3, 1999

~ Caselove


Motivation for Development

Words of inspiration Words of truth communication Acting out the wisdom Plants the seeds for maturation Constantly seeking out the presence of the lord Living and learning his love through the sword Mercy grace and understanding -

May 7, 1999

~ Caselove


In Word The past is formed to present pushing future forth to be The words create and cause an action, which creates reality. -

May 8, 1999

~ Caselove


Newborn Flesh fasting for spiritual growth Was washed on the inside I cried, grateful in his glory Happy to be alive Ready for the Holy Ghost implanted and applied Living a love everlasting laid my life one fortified Flood filled with his spirit and covered by his blood My soul is elevated flowing over with his love The devil exposed a liar as he tried to stay hid Sorrows simply passing as the pain is short lived See he strikes and he likes to attack In his own cowardly way Without the realization that it’s my God that I obey I pray everyday thankful for his grace Thankful that he put me in the presence of his place And it’s his face I long to see once I step out of that mirror My reflection of reality erased by the superior The Lord my God creator, omnipotent almighty one Procured in me a power beheld by only some My long for understanding, I will live for, all my days I come into his presence with the utmost sincere praise -

May 26, 1999

~ Caselove


Living for Him My God is real for I can feel him in my soul Yes, sometimes the world is cruel But something I do know is that I am saved kept and full Of his Holy Spirit even to try to explain it I can not come near it There is something to love and worship yet so easy to fear it We must intrust our lives in his glory Living to learn him and know him and his story His word is the force that drives us from within He relinquished us from our faults defiance and sin Oh God give him the glory full of worship and all praise His fire is burning in me from lighter flick to blaze The whole reason to life is to spread his love ‘Cause when you are dead, all they have is the memory of you to think of Will it be the influence and kindness that they keep Or the memory of blindness and adversity you reap It is his love that procures the prosperity of the mind Living is loving, move forth and be kind -

July 9, 1999

~ Caselove


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Deliver me

Deliver oh God heal and set free Create a clean heart and right spirit in me Broken I come, in great need of thee Humbly I ask lord, heal and set free I have been bound oh God See my spirit and heart This secret sin has kept us so far apart So I ask you for change, make haste Lord for me Loose these chains oh God, and please set me free Heal me of the pain that has kept sin so near Deliver me from past guilt and all present fear Restore! I cry out and I desire to be Healed and complete God deliver me

J. Nicole – ----

summer 99’

~ Caselove


I Cannot Complain

I can not complain, the way I make and use my time Mining through this battle manifests a mental bind Boldly aware of my weakness this is wearing me down Drowning in my own mess treading water loosing ground Moving me around in my own e-motion Giving in to the temptation of devotion Fulfilling ones own desires Selectively leaving myself open To the heat and growing fires Of what others conspire Using me it makes me stronger Yet putting me in a place I need be no longer Finding strength within myself I would overcome those flames Immune to those who draw me my mental is sustained Abstaining myself to others finding myself A fear that if overcame Would magnify my being and my faith in God proclaimed -

September 1999

~ Caselove


Contentment Living happy without is to live content Living without happiness is to live with resentment See my intent is to live against the norm A world of jealousy and envy I can not conform The storms passing through that try to get me down It’s half the battle bringing me up from pride that pushed me on the ground Yet I surround myself with love giving him all the praise Thanking him for granting me life filled with blessful days Forever amazed I’m mystified by his everlasting love Unplugged and personal I admit that I have shoved All of his image in one little box Of my imagination that my body further blocks But he broke the locks that my flesh formed upon my eyes I was no longer subjected to the vision of demise Disguised of satisfaction a stimulation of the mind It played games with my emotions feeding the lies I was blind By those notions of reverberated words But I rebuked the devil’s music and now I have learned Not to look at the blessings of others to which God has supplied But to look within myself and up to him that he’ll provide -

September 13, 1999

~ Caselove


In Your Presence The Essence of U I am drowning in your body’s essential fragrance Immersing myself in your essence With your touch Your spirit Reacting with mine like a magnet Rotating between the positive and negative charge I am left stagnant Yet flying Spiritually high Combining Your love loving you Celebrating you and I finding I am blind with contentment Defying the laws of time I look at life like everything experienced was for this very moment Pressing your face against mine Everything I am in coming anew Loosing myself My history Everything I am Erased to begin a new life with U Yea, You are mine – you are me Together we are we One body One whole Gods little entity And I am Dreaming of the places the three of us will be -

September 14, 1999

~ Caselove


Self Regulation

Battling my person, pulling emotions of my mind I can’t seem to abstain from temptations of the time -

September 23

~ Caselove


Me...A Host Creation is of the spoken word And innovation is of the spirit So let God use you that his works be completely done for others to hold and to hear it For what he plants in you is something special, that takes time to mold and to grow And the wisdom that comes through pain is the gain, which brakes the soul from sorrow And as for tomorrow It takes faith to know what greatness today will bring Be not troubled by others and their gifts for spiritual greatness is of many a thing Trust in him that you have gifts and there are many more to come Follow in his word, worship him, the True God, Almighty One -

October 11, 1999

~ Caselove


A Delta-fied Mindset It is a hit or miss situation in which state I’ll be Just holding on to the realization that I control my mentality My destiny And the way that I will look at it is the way that I will see So that simple stimulation can mean so much more to me The discrepancy between what someone else thinks things to be Causes conflict misconstruing and obstructing what makes my reality And the negativity projected which inhibits my self-esteem Can only be reflected upon my inability to dream It is my creativity, which accentuates individuality So I start with the Lord creator the only one, Almighty He will put in me the strength that goes far beyond my body Causing a change in my mind, to deliver me from the ungodly -

October 28, 1999

~ Caselove


Of Constant Revelation I am going through a situation of constant revelation A process which seems to be a slight deviation from the norm See I have seen that learning isn’t always deemed From conditioning or by a process by which we conform Yet I find myself to be torn sometimes when it comes to my flesh A constant battle between my spirit where with one must come death And in knowing my delight only comes from the Lord I find that this battle must be won by the sword See, I am going through a process of constant revelation A present access to his strength, an elevation through his word See he is speaking and constantly teaching me something of the unseen and unheard Yet somewhat deterred am I, by the not knowing And the fear of growing, showing my deepest thoughts and emotions Standing strong and standing tall with all devotion Am I ready? For this deposition of constant revelation? The inclination of faith following him no hesitation? Well God this is your fight and yea I got your back You just show me the way pass me the shield and I’ll attack Yes! Thank you Lord for this life of constant revelation I dedicate this to you inspite of my hu..manly limitation I’m going to close my eyes and try to fly that I may see the light And with faith I thank you now for granting me with this new sight Of constant revelation -

October 28, 1999

~ Caselove


And Love

It is the essence of my very being It is screaming and it wants to be let out It is locked, caged up and captured Susceptible to the rapture of poisonous tainted waters of doubt Unpurified and acidus, these creatures eating up my soul Yet it cries out for victory and speaks of mysteries untold Unfolded and revealed as a baby sheep among the wolves What great a goodness it would be left open Bringing forth mere Roots that would destroy strong holds As it molds little by little touching other people’s lives It is the power of love that this weak thing provides Yet we keep it locked up on the insides of folks Afraid and hesitant to reveal their feelings From inner beings it is revoked Well the thought was to protect it, but it ended up rejected Needing To see the light Seeing Hatred wants to destroy the good things which bring spiritual insight But, this power of love overcomes and is stronger than the power of man It is the pure of heart that can not be destroyed and it will stand. -

November 1, 1999

~ Caselove


Lead Me Lord, give me the words to write on this paper Give me the words that speak from your voice Let this be received by others who know you And those who don’t, may make you their choice I am fighting to climb up this strong mountain I am struggling to know my way around I am tasting a drop from your fresh fountain And It fills my essence as it hits to the ground Without even a touch, it draws me near Forging through obstacles that facilitate fear I can hear and want to do more So store in me your love and guidance, it is You that I adore -

November 16, 1999

~ Caselove


Unconditionally 1 Those who have no esteem for themselves have no esteem for God. In order to truly love God you must love yourself. God teaches us how to love, so when you find it hard to appreciate you for who you are, just appreciate Him, and he will show you who you are 2 When there is a lack of esteem for the self, there is a lack of esteem for God. You must learn to love God before you can really love yourself. Because God is love unconditional, and through relationship with him, he will show you who you are, and how to love. -

November 19, 1999

~ Caselove


I Dedicate

This is a dedication to Jesus, my friend and leader I fear no one or nothing but him the creator The one in which is responsible for my life And life as we know it to be in existence You are the Apex of religion The origin of life A purifier of souls The point to which all people come together There can be no love without the lover The one of unconditional love You teach me a part of that everyday And I love you with all of my heart I sacrifice myself to you With faith I believe in all of you You complete me And it is only with you, I want to be. -

November 20, 1999

~ Caselove


The Potter’s Plant Lord it is a plant that is peaking through Fresh soil that has been prepared and tendered just for you To hold your spirit which is the flower from within The soil is the flesh cleansed which saved us from our sin We are the soil Lord which not seems very clean Yet where great things can grow and your light can gleam As if it were a dream to see that great blessing For that which we are pressing And in this seed we continue to sow That soon your green can show and your holy spirit will flow The hard work and time it took just to get our soil right We hope will continue to nourish, that which is acceptable in your sight -

November 23, 1999

~ Caselove


Can You Recognize These Tears Oh, I’m sorry, I did not see you, it must have been the tears in my eyes It was the tears in my eyes that I could hardly recognize the face standing before me I kept blinking so that I could see more clearly But the blur grew as the water welded up masking my complexion It was the fear that followed my deception – changing my direction Not being true to myself I carried a complex It was a digress from the state I was in before Forgetting the future I had in store, and so I cried And I cried until my face hurt – until the pain inside was rising to the surface There was no one else I could confide So I pored it all out just to give you a taste If only you could see, where I was coming from, I could make you recognize Put your shoes in my place It was only by God’s grace you did not see Otherwise you would be in the same sad state and predicament as me -

December 1, 1999

~ Caselove


Quicksand Foundations Much of the road that we walk on in life is created by man Forming a foundation from which goes under like quick sand An image of stability yet with a base not even the lightest can stand And yet we let time go bye and swear that we can maintain It is an unforgiving obstacle where struggling seems in vein Sucking us down deeper into mess and into pain And then we pray to God to save us that we may be sustained Who is your shepherd when you go astray? What is it that drives you to kneel down and pray? And is it just breakfast lunch and dinner when you see your staff and rod? What is your purpose in life; are you talking to God? Because in this life of choices we know what is right from wrong It comes from within where you will find the truth, with him is where you belong. -

December 7, 1999

~ Caselove


Limited Visions I have seen skies that ripped up and turned into gray Watched the storm roll by that blackened the day I have watched willows bloom right on the vine And hailstorms drop baseballs in the summertime Yes I have seen those things rarely occurred And yes my ears have been witness to vibrations sparsely heard But it would only be absurd of me to form figure upon you my majesty For your grace is of the unseen, something that never occurred to me -

December 9, 1999

~ Caselove


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Song Jesus is the one who gives All of the grace and . . .mercy And you know that he is . . . more than . . . worthy Of all the praise and . . . all of the glory He reigns, he reins, he reigns, he reigns and . . . His faithfulness is greater than The previous . . . morning So stand . . . and raise your hands And give Him all the praises that you owe Him Act like you know Him . . . stand up and show Him If you know Him . . .let’s do it Praise Him . . .our savior He’s standing . . . waiting Come and . . . let’s worship, praise him He saved us from our sins, Showed us the path He taught us how to live Laid upon His holy hands And ushered us in . . . to worship He brought us in to touch the hem . . . of His holy . . . garment Carried us through, by the holy spirit, praise Him If you know Him . . .let’s do it Praise Him . . .our savior He’s standing . . . waiting Come and . . . let’s worship, praise Him -

December 23, 1999

McDaniel ~ J. Nicole --------

~ Caselove


No Title

Age is merely a limit To those who lack in love Piercing pride with persecution Covers beauty like a glove -

December 23, 1999

~ Caselove


Finding My Reflection

I can’t seem to look inside to see The greatness that I have in me I aimlessly watch my life go bye Steadily dreaming in its intricacy And maybe it was you that I needed not me to see Right there standing in front of me But through all of my searching and all of my fears It was your face I could not recognize through my tears Use me oh Lord, for I am here Watching that present what did it mean? Blind to everything, I was experiencing And as for my future which doesn’t exist All life is present past reminisced What is it now lord where do I go? I need you to guide me to where I don’t know Hold me and love me, fill me with grace Take me to places and please show me your face So I can see mine Your Glory Divine I sing haleluya For retiming time Now I can find my reflection and can see my face And in looking in your direction I have found my place I Am Found As I turn from you Lord I loose my Identity All serenity Feeling for existence It was only through your persistence And Grace That brings me to this place Solely You Holy and True -

December 28, 1999 2:20am

~ Caselove


Living Example

One person can make a difference Like a thought on a piece of paper -

January 4, 2000

~ Caselove


Inhibitions In this world I live, I am giving the groove of my nature I am subjected to the visions of someone else’s nomenclature Someone else’s spirit trying to come upon mine and it is not of me Merely a distraction to my natural aura somewhat blinded I can not see Clearly I have control to but like a dream I feel taken over Vulnerable to the nature of man Their weaknesses weakening my strength in spirit Allowing them to take over for a minute But not long -

January 16, 2000

~ Caselove


Breaking Out I need to get away back to my secret place Back to my home Back to finding me A separation from the pain of conflicting energies Finding a realization for what I don’t know Finding my own separate flow I am flowing in another direction Growing into a person with my own distinct reflection Completion I am me Growing in my own intricacy Knowing the things and places that I need to be Loving and caring for me -

January 26, 2000

~ Caselove


Creation is Doing Forming a rough copy into final draft A constant flow of information where organization is a master’s craft These who come upon the knowledge is many But its manifestation un mentally to physically Is not yet done – creation Are we just living in this world? Or making the world that we live in? -

February 2, 2000

Words flowing in a circular motion Cause a flow putting everyone on one Accord – is where I want to find my essence Of true love and happiness understanding is Bliss – sharing one language conveying it with different Size and shape like humans on earth Satisfying the five senses to convey the same -

February 2, 2000

~ Caselove


What is this that I am feeling?

Something in you was to be invested, suggested Feeling you like never before carrested, I tested Your flavor like the last to be ingested And I blessted my God for such caressing All the way I was going through with this blessing, I ‌.guessing At where it would all lead to and yet I knew somehow to nothing Knowing without God there was no something So now where does that road turn? Towards the future to confirm, an inclination Of truth with you being a good thing an affirmation Can this season lead to spring or just sensation Of what could be the real thing in isolation, of love -

February 22, 2000

~ Caselove


Life Centered Dreams Life centered on a dream, a thought, an emotion Of true contentment All musicians of our own song Picking our instrument We seek knowledge and understanding of a world we created and the truth Taking a lifetime to accept the meaning of hard work and discipline Discovering our lives through the television image Trying to see where we fit in Everyone blind to themselves Yet interacting Fulfilling someone else’s expectations We are living and loving in this life of new creations -

March 2000

~ Caselove


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