It’s No Ordinary Love
Emergent Energy of January 17th
But for the Love of and by a Black Woman, the Black Man Survives. For that reason, he owes her more than he has given.
Give a rib and God does not have to provide a slumber. He owes it and I owe it to lay awake in a good pain and out of breath. For that is how She leaves Him. She sees Him standing motionless while moving. Like a moron to treble and base sounds, unable to decipher the difference forcing a ringing of something that ends up being falsely true inside His head.
His ire is fire, an anger to mention moving through a day screaming in silence. The ire rises, the ash of His volcano spews lava as high as a cloud, only to come crashing down new slopes toward water. Instantly forming a new land or a land made new.
Thee “The In Her” just made a warrior’s land. Here comes Her DES for ire … Desire! His resurrection is My resurrection. Signaling the beginning of one final battle. Equipped with only the tools She gave. He must wisely choose to use them to get Her back from where She went.
Should He lose He dies! Should He win He lives! Pray He must. Pray I should in preparation for Her shadow will cast soon. At that time the hunt will begin. Settle in, pace your heart, focus your...
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