July 2012
What is there to be said about the sun
Who on earth can deny its presence
For even the blind can feel its warmth
She was there
in the midst of scattered showers, of bad news
clouds filled to the rim
with tears I cried nights before
I was struggling
trying to keep this smile in place
holding on to life- looking death right in the face
It was hard, you know
being newly diagnosed
and having absolutely no one there
to help bridge the hope
-but she was there
a bridge over troubled water
Tell me this,
do you know what it feels like
to entrust someone with your biggest secret
and have your name printed
on the back of a church bulletin
the very next Sunday, saying:
Please pray for my son- he’s dying of aids.
Tell me- tell me this
do you know what it feels like
to chill with your family just like the good ole days
except this time the furniture’s covered in plastic
and the cup you just drank from
is washed out in bleach
No, tell me this
do you know what it feels like
to watch the ones you love
talk behind your back- while standing right in your face
Do you know what it feels like
to be the only one that knows
You’re still you
beyond the voids of weight
Hey, it’s me in here
It’s me
Its just me
After while, the smile became so heavy
it began to drag
Hard to maintain
I couldn’t pretend
I was ready to lay down
And nail the coffin myself
but she was there
on the 4th floor
and on that day I felt the sun
It was warm
It was nice
It was Gray
The smile you see today- continues
because of Gray
The fire you see, reignited within my soul
continues- because of Gray
The push to live- then live some more continues
because of Gray
Sometimes- we need that extra push
to say-keep on going
Sometimes- we need that smile that says
All is well- and will be well
Sometimes- we need that constant reminder
in the eyes of those we love
-that we are loved
So again I ask,
What is there to be said about Gray
Who on earth can deny her presence
For even the dead can feel her warmth
-D’elve Je Veux III
*NOTE:
I performed this piece for a very special woman- someone I truly adore. Not a dry eye in the place-and the standing ovation was truly overwhelming. I woke from my sleep at 3AM to write this special peice for her today and cried even while writing it. Nurse Anastasia Gray, Happy Retirement- I’m sure your light will continue to shine in the hearts, minds and souls of so many more!
-Meet Poet D’elve Je Veux III
I’m often asked, what inspires me to write… and with little to no thought at all, I would have to say- it’s my ongoing romance with life.
I dreamed we were in the greens of Ethiopia
bare to the elements
picking from tall trees
figs and berries.
Talkin’ bout life on a hill
overlooking the flow of the Blue Nile
as your smile eclipses the sun.
I love when we chit-chat
and ramble on about what if’s
the times of then-moments of wherever.
Damn, that grin of yours drives me crazy
riding bare back on camel’s back
our silhouettes casting shadows to the sky.
I find myself dreaming- rolling around in sands
trying to grab hold of miraged
sexual voodooed movements
and just when the shit gets good
I find myself, holding on to my dick
wishing to the moon.
-D’elve
-THE MOMENT OF FREE
There is an uprising within my soul
standing on the edge of this cliff
with my hands thrown to the winds.
Take me over and let me fly
let me see this world of possibilities
held prisoner within my own mind.
Let me henceforth be renewed
with chants of I CAN
movements of I WILL
and become free
free…
free…
as a settle breeze
to the dandelion.
I write because of life.
I write because if it weren’t for life, I…
I write because life has been…
I write because.
I write because life is.
Write.” —D’elve
it isn’t found within the laying on of hands
Big jars of extra virgin olive oil
Passing out and rolling around on the floor,
while your local minister spits and speaks foreign languages
Most times, that great revelation
“prophetic word” or break through you’ve been searching for
is found lodged within the simplicity of it all.
Most times, if we could just remain still long enough
to listen, to absorb, to weigh…
we’d find the answer already there
within us.” —D’elve
Often, I hear folk talkin’ ‘bout
how good “the Lord” is
Very rarely- if ever
do I hear them talkin’ ‘bout
how good LIFE is.
Is it me
or do you also find it weird?
To be given a gift
such as life
and never celebrate it.
It’s ok to take a break from everyone.
It’s ok to take some time alone
to yourself
by yourself
and get reconnected.
…that’s not being selfish.
That’s realizing,
that if you’re no good to yourself
to everyone else, you’re helpless.” —D’elve