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... |
The Accidental Meeting From Another Lifetime (III of IV)
The Seduction And The Initiation Of An Emergent Rose
Embassy Hotel And Suites
St. Louis, Missouri
Later That Evening
Aristotle and I entered the Embassy Hotel and Suites.
“Would you join me for a drink in my suite?”
I bit down on my bottom lip.
Aristotle leaned over.
“I have those answers you wanted to ask of me earlier.”
“Sure, why not.”
Aristotle palmed my hand. We strolled to the elevators.
I looked at his side profile.
Damn the brotha was so handsome. Maybe I should write about this encounter for my next novel, The Philosopher and the…
The rose somehow pulsated in my hand. I looked down.
The Philosopher and the Rose, nice title I thought to myself.
The elevator doors slid open.
Aristotle lightly grabbed onto my elbow and ushered me onto ... |
The Accidental Meeting From Another Lifetime (II of IV)
Romancing A Rose
Embassy Hotel and Suites
St Louis, Missouri
Later That Evening
My hazel-colored eyes mischievously looked at my reflection in the oval mirror perched on top of the antique dresser; I pivoted my person for a better posterior view.
The silk dress enticed the eyes of my rounded apple-shaped bottom.
“Everything looks great from this viewpoint.”
I turned back to face the mirror and reached down for the bottle of my favorite perfume, Beautiful, from off the dresser. I sprayed the fine mist on my lower ankles, up my toned thighs, and then replaced the perfume bottle back on the dresser; I stepped back again.
“Darn it.”
One of my pencil thin professional styled braids slipped out the French coiffure positioned on top of my head.
The mud wrap and halotherapy Spa Treatment, manicure, pe... |
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