#Poetry & #Politics with @916Jenny on this episode of Just My Thoughts #podcast

I walk in spirit with God's wind at my back... I think out-loud and I share those thoughts with critical thinkers. Today's thinker is poet, slamMaster Jenny Davidson. We talk politics and poetry on this episode Just My Thoughts.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/kulturezinenetwork/2016/05/26/just-my-thoughts-with-graffiti-bleu

An open letter to the N.A.W.A.L.T.

An open letter to the N.A.W.A.L.T.

Not All Women Are Like That/

This is a an absolute fact/

Few acknowledge you/

Or the selfless things you do/

Even less acknowledge your very existence/

I want to do so and more/ so I will testify on your behalf/

I am grateful every time you make me better by challenging my wisdom/

I appreciate the calm way in which you handle me/ when I challenge yours/

I love the respect you have for my core/ the energy you engage it with/ and the fearless way you include me in your thoughts/

There are women who are suspicious of everything because they simply can not be trusted themselves/

You are not her.

There a women out there that will only date what they can control due to insecurities/

You are not her.

There are women who view men like a lumber jack views a pick up truck/

You are certainly not her either.

I salute all who see a man for who he is to the core and judges him on his own merits. One’s who believe a man’s value is inside his honor and integrity more so that in his assets and resources.

I salute all that believe in transparency and leave secrets to recipes and deodorant sticks/

Thank you for the selfless way you allow me to penetrate your body/ Encouraging me to be the gentlest savage I can possibly be.

I applaud your maturity and serenade your growth in spirit.

I love you the way dragons love fire/ I will put you in verse as long as blood pumps through the veins of my fingers.

GB

#OnceUponATime there were 2 lovers...

#OnceUponATime there were 2 lovers who were ordained to teach each other love's true nature as well as the nature of people...

One lover was a man who saw himself as invincible, the other was a woman who saw herself as broken...

She hid her brokenness behind a mask of ego and lust. Keeping her lover drunk with passion, hoping that her secret would never be told...

But her lover discovered her secret... But saw her brokenness as merely a crack in a vase filled with roses...

Shamefully she rejected his love... Even though he gave gentle kisses to mend the crack in the vase... Her vanity could not accept the flaw...

She betrayed her lover... Then tried to justify her actions by attempting to break him so that he would have the same perceived flaw...

She successfully broke him, but not in the way she intended. For he had a vase of a different clay. 

The vase in this story represents vanity.

The flowers inside the vase represent love, making the crack a perfect metaphor for fear.

And just to make this things a bit more clear in the hopes of making you aware...

The vase cannot hold the water the flowers need to flourish.

So if fear is the crack that means that love is undernourished.

Again I say she successfully broke him... But his vase was forged from a different clay.

It was one part ego and two parts of naïveté.

She called out to him from the top of a high rocked cliff with promise in her voice and insecurity on her tongue/ 

She was done/

The cliff represents her life/ She pushed out of her space, plunging  him to a the rocks below/

whoa/ Shattering his ego/ 

It looked like spiritual death at 1st, but I assure you death was not what it was/

The ego cannot die until the body does but it can be broken down/

To explain I will flip the flowers in a vase metaphor/

Imagine the vase shattering after being pushed off of a cliff/

The flowers that lay amongst the broken pieces represent the man now free from the shell of the ego/

Thus the flower represent self in this case/

The flowers were in water which represents love as it did in my earlier example/

Water is inside the stems of flowers/

The water in the stems eventually evaporate and head toward the sky/

The floating water represents our true selves which is the soul/

Completely born again to do as it pleases…

GB