MR. POETRY and MISS. POEM

Cancer (Part II of Part II)

Mantra of the Vigilant Healer

“I do not sweeten truth to soothe the masses. I extract it raw, like honey from the golden comb, yes, but never diluted. I am the pulse between justice and mercy, the voice that names what others disguise. In every diagnosis, every decree, I humbly serve the sacred, unmasked, unbought, and unbroken.

Various Way To Combat Cancer

Immunotherapy, is also known as biological therapy, uses your body's immune system to fight cancer. Cancer can survive unchecked in your body because your immune system doesn’t recognize it as an intruder. Immunotherapy can help your immune system ‘see’ the cancer cells and attack them.

Hormone therapy, be advised some types of cancer, are fueled by your body’s hormones. Examples include breast cancer and prostate cancer. Removing those hormones from the body or blocking their effec...

“Assalamu Alaikum”

Within the cathedral of remembrance my dewy Creole skin you softly titillate          
My passion, my desires, will be the rewards to thwart a downwards fate            
I embrace as I whisper within the melodies to entice, allure the virility of muscular spines            
Within the pages of my existence, once sought, caught, ruin, mischief, delusion folly, rash action, suffering eludes the destiny of my time          
Darkness I blanket the weakness of thy mind              
I am the light, I am the the dark, I am the good, I am the bad, a Divine Messenger kissed by Father Time, the winds carry the whispers of my gentle voice
To uprise in truth and integrity, to whisper mental freedom of a positive rejoice
Safe passage given through the third eye of existence, i...

Cancer (Part I Of Part II)

Mantra of the Vigilant Healer

“I do not sweeten truth to soothe the masses. I extract it raw, like honey from the golden comb, yes, but never diluted. I am the pulse between humbling justice and universal mercy, the voice who names what others disguise. In every diagnosis, every decree, I divinely serve the sacred, unmasked, unbought, and to aid in the healing of the broken."

Cancer, Radiation Treatment, Chemotherapy, and Hospice

I dedicate this medical journey for anyone to have to ponder the sole decision when faced with the diagnosis of cancer and what is the best course of treatment plan, regarding such a prolific journey and what methods to heed when subjugating the body to its path to reach remission, eradicate cancerous cells, to prolong life, to decrease the metastasis, or to assure the essence of quality acceptance when in the terminal stages.

As a Director of Nursing for a private funded Jewish...

I Am Not Your Mirror, I Am The Flame

You said I’m not perfect, as if perfection was ever your gift to give. As if your tongue, slick with ignorance, could define the divine blueprint I walk in

You called me a monkey, but I’ve seen monkeys climb higher than your spirit ever dared

They swing from trees rooted deeper than your shallow breath

You tried to shrink me with a name that reeks of colonial rot,  but I am not your caricature, not your verbal dagger, not your projection

I am the echo of ancestors who danced in chains and still sang freedom

I am the skin kissed by sun, the rhythm that birthed civilizations while your lineage was still learning to crawl

You say I’m not perfect. I say I’m not yours to judge

Not your stereotype, not your scapegoat, not your mirror

I am the flame. And you? You are the smoke, fading, choking, trying to rise where negative indifferences does not belong

So keep your poem

I’ll keep my crow...

Curtsy Draped in Allah’s Grace

For the ones who mistakes  softness for surrender

You came in loud, but I’ve outlived louder shadows than storms that screamed my name and still couldn’t shake my soul loose

You call it, “real talk.” I call it residue, the kind that clings to mirrors when truth tries to breathe

I don’t flinch at thunder. I’ve danced with tempests and walked away with lightning in my palms

You see a sacred woman, the architecture of resilience, etched in struggles, upheld by Allah’s grace

So, turn around if you must, but know this, divinity does not bend for bitterness. I do not curtsy to chaos. And I sure as heaven do not break for someone who mistakes volume for value

I rise, not in spite of humanity's turmoil, but because I’ve stood in the eye of convulsions that tried to rename me and failed

And every time, I leave them blinking in the brilliance of a woman who refused to dim

My g...

A Soft Whisper Of Autumn

I was born with a name etched in divine ink. My aura remembers the echoing drumbeat of my ancestors. My skin carries the sun of Ayiti. I am not a question, I am the answer. I am not a copy, I am the original manuscript.

As we approach the Autumn Solstice, it is essential to recognize the physiological and behavioral shifts that occur during seasonal changeovers.

My professional Medical  and Mental Health outlines some key health considerations, neurological, hormonal, and preventive measures that should be addressed to maintain optimal wellness overall.

Circadian Rhythm and Sleep Regulation

Various states observing Daylight Saving Time will experience a shift in circadian rhythm due to the time change. This can impact on sleep quality, mood stability, and cognitive function. Patients who are under a Physician or Nurse Practitioner's care should be advised to:

Gradually adjust sleep schedules prior to the ...

Melancholy

Four chambers of blood rush

Love has taken the feeling of such

I try to hide behind my distressed words

Presence defeated by the souls of a galloping herd

The facade is once again slipping

Heartbeat keeps dipping

Yesterday is gone

Mentally all alone

No doctor can help

Same problem again, yelp

Stronger, however much better

My feelings determined by the weather

It’s winter today

Summer when I sleep

Thinking back to the first day of our meet

In my presence, a beautiful future romance

A receptive hugging dance

Happy as the day was long

Somehow, I still must carry on

Voices of manly communication has been lost

The Soft Breeze To Your Kindred Intellect

You ventured inside my inner sanctuary unto the rise of the Sun    
Where blind passion, whispered to your cognitive thinking, is now undone      
To deny the falsehood of my lineage and the truth of my need      
I am the prophetess of past, present when hearts, minds, written in fables embedded on sacred scrolls when whips made skin bleed      
      
What good is knowledge in the temple of honesty when the division of tongues cuts its roots      
Branches have ancient narratives twined in its beautiful mysteries, the history of its truth      
Erect in the soil just as tall and proud, yet to have upheld branches of fallen darker fruit      
Saga’s are meant to be explored by the decipher of time      
Not dismantled in its merit whenever ign...

Ambrosia

A moment in time where hearts know no bounds      
Desires of affection of unforgotten yearns      
Blind hearts burning the flames of silken sheets      
Soaked with crimes of instilled passion      
Stirs so strong, weakness asunder we fall      
Whispers cry out in the calling of the still night      
        
Weakened moans, grunted groans      
Echoing of heightened desires      
Sacred promises, oaths we bond with each thrust and uplift            
Over the horizon pieces of me you beautifully merge      
Over the rainbow conjoined remnants of you, I am        
        
Moving in Heavenly glory      
Pulling me into the famish o...

The Accidental Meeting From Another Lifetime (IV of IV)

Embassy Hotel and Suites

St Louis, Missouri

I woke up out a restful slumber. I looked around. The familiar belongings of my own hotel suite greeted my eyes.

I sat up, physically drained and emotionally confused.

“How…how did I get back here?”

I tried to recollect what had occurred in the space of time, which at the moment I have no recollection of.

My palms began to tingle, I looked down. Two strips of cloth concealed the reasons.

“What...”

I slowly unwrapped one hand and inspected my palm.

Nothing out the ordinary, other than the palmar flexion crease, which was intact. I duplicated the action with my other palm, once again, undamaged.

I threw the covers back and scooted to the edge of the bed. I rose and instantly fell back onto the bed.

My body felt as if it had been wrung through a ringer. I held onto the nightstand and shifted one hundred and tw...