maniac saturday
I have become unrecognizable. I am mutant version of myself. Beautifully glowing with richness and grace, yet as schizophrenic as they come. My wall is crumbling more and more each day as I am exposed.
Love
So I fell in love and now I am a complete mess. I work for a purpose. Inspired by a voice. Embraced by a soul. And confused by a silence.
My lover has become my best friend. He is my everything. In a few short months he is the definition of future, passion, trust and love. He knows me so well. And sometimes I feel like I know him better than anyone and sometimes not at all.
Forever seems like a comforting bliss. He has come at last. On certain days the words forever choke me like a concealed scarf startling me out of my daydream. And then forever comes back to comfort me.
Crazy
I am crazy. Thats love. This love, that I have never experienced before. Being in love with someone who gives you a true reflection of yourself. This love that makes me feel mighty and weak all at the same time. A love that brings forth wings and will force me to shed a tear.
Steve
My present and now are with him to go through this life with. Sometimes it feels like Steve and I have had forever and sometimes it feels like we will never get there. But the name Steve is a tattoo on my soul and I cannot remove him.
identity
I just hopped off of a telephone interview where someone asked me to describe myself. Describe where I am from and where I plan to go.
It got me thinking. I am my mother’s daughter and she is her mother’s daughter… essentially I am Cleonia. I am the fighter of preservation of family. I am unconditional love. I am creativity and productivity. I am warm and gently and affectionate. I am fire and fight.
My grandmother and I share heritage and a bond that started when she invited me and my mother back into her home on my fourth day here on this earth. My grandmother are of the same race, but not the same color and the only thing we physically share are the curves in our lips and full fledged belly laugh. But everything else I am is because of her. My ability to read and retain, my love of music and cinema, my love of culture, my adventurous spirit, my religious faith… all Cleonia. She fought to keep me in a dress and make up on my face…but she accepted my love for football and the need to play with my brothers and not the girls on the block. Our bond is envied by friends and foes alike… as some can’t even remember the smell of their grandmother’s kitchen.
So I suppose, when he asked me the question I should have answered that I am Valerie and Valerie is Cleonia and Cleonia is me.
poetry from the heart
These were not written by me, but by a writer I know who shall remain nameless. I stole them! 
they are great and decided to share them with everyone!
and i sat and gazed upon her
so loving and wonderful
so right and true
i well up with tears at the single thought
that i will keep her happy
until our years are many
i feel a void has been filled
my love is here
all is well
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ponder this if you will
the stance of a man
not famous nor popular
not poor nor rich
not a man of much culture
just an ordinary man
up at 6am
on come the slippers
automatic grind and brew of a medium roast hot and fresh at 6:15
as many might do he gathers his thoughts
he sits and gazes at the world
thoughts are few as sleep loosens its grasp
another day of the same daily living
small recalliberating variations providing a lucrative front
my love in words
In the midst of destruction and disaster
I sit
wrapped in a heavenly embrace of bliss
pure and true
lover’s first kiss came to me in a dream
at the age of 2
true love discovered
with the suspension of time and space
your face was my dream come true
my joy trips off of my lips like the dew on a tulip
you are my forever
solidified in truth, warmth and passion
I am reborn whole and certain
that the future is in your brown eyes
that caress me underneath the night sky
I am forever yours
and you are mine
we are love
