breakthrough

Life stories
Light stories
My stories
I write my stories
My journeys
Took me places
... New and familiar faces
I'm dream chasin

I lay claim
To save
The last of the good
Within me
Often misunderstood
I lay claim
To hold onto
The good that is left in me
Kept in me
While outside elements
Want to taint me
So, they call shout their glories
Consumed with victories
Succeeding over me
To smother my dreams
Keep my dreams
From breathing
My life isn't perfect
But, it has deep meaning
I lived through
Loss and gain
Love and pain
Struggle and peace
Chaos then it cease
I'm still breathing
My life has deep meaning

-written by Luchetta(Cookee)Manus 1/28/13

Beware of what you ask for

Poem title : Beware of what you ask for

Beware of What You Ask For

You're chasing
But do not know who I am 
What you're chasing after
Tunnel vision
I cause natural disasters
Or amazing phenomenons
Both turn ons
You want me to be "The One"
Flirting with temptation?
Leaves one crazy
Yet heightens the imagination
May lead to your insanity
For me
Look inside me, baby
Before you make that jump
Leap 
Of faith
You will love and hate me
Do you see me?
Know I am unique 
Yet aim to please thee
Only if me and you 
Be
Meant to be

Written by Luchetta(cookee)Manus 1/30/13

My Grandma

Poem title: My grandma

She was the angel on my shoulder, while the devil was surrounding me, persuading me to engage in everything she asked me, "Not" to do.

Her life experience and seasoned maturity spoke through her voice of care and concern for me, but usually the devil in me won.

She stayed on her knees praying her pleas to the all mighty, that I wouldn't turn up missing, or dead. She prayed for stability, so I would keep a healthy mind and not flirt with insanity. As I often did.

She also prayed I would be in good bodily health, and for some reason her prays NEVER fell on deaf ears. The Lord willingly agreed to her terms because I am still alive.

Love was the language often spoke from her lips, along with a couple curse words from time to time ,when a situation presented itself.
Phrases like, "Lawd, have mercy!" or "God don't like ugly!" Followed by maybe a lil of " You gotta get tougher skin!" Rang in my ears. Melodies of correction to get myself together.

In regards to my grandma, It must have been difficult to carry the weight of others, especially when she had more compassion for others than they did for themselves.

She was a living book who's title was, "Virtue." The pages of her life was knowledge and wisdom. Each line on her face was written with praise. The son sparkled in her eyes.

She owned the hard substance of, "I don't give a fuck," she wore on the outside, with the soft substance of faith in the interior. I bet this, helped her to maneuver through life's ups and downs.

She always seemed to know what to do, when I didn't know what to do. Sometimes when she didn't really know what to do, that is when she went to God and she knew he knew what to do. That's what she did.

She held an awesome position in the family and in my heart.

I hope where in Heaven, she is radiant with pride ,knowing I am not the finished product and also knowing
One day I will be joining her in glory.

Written by Luchetta(Cookee)Manus 1/30/13

The Artist

God is an artist who painted life on the canvas of creation-wriiten by Luchetta(Cookee)Manus © 2/9/13

Reroute

If point A is home and point B is destiny
If I didn't leave early and left a lil late
Can I make up my time along the way?

If I made mistakes
Taken all I could take
Took a couple detours here and there
Will I still make it there?
To where?
To my destiny

I look at me now
I'm not what I'm supposed to be
Can I retrace my footsteps

Back if I feel the need?

I thought I was turning right

But went way off track to the left
I thought I knew best
God put me to the test
And I failed

Reroute...
Take next turn
1 mile at redemption

Written by Luchetts(Cookee)Manus © 02/10/13

high

I'm am addicted to breathing in life like the aroma of flowers in bloom.

Maneuvering through the thorny spaces to find beauty within.

Absorbing happiness through my skin, warm rays of sunshine.

I am addicted to creating meaning. In search of purpose.

I wear contentment like a woman coming indoors from the cold outdoors.

rain

THE RAIN TODAY BROUGHT BACK SO MANY MEMORIES

When I first stepped outside in all that rain I was like ughhhh, but when I spent a moment in it was cool yet not cold. wet but satisfyingly refreshing. The smell sound. I splashed for a minute like a kid :-) This rain is awesome

It reminds me of being lil playing in the rain. From time to time I was allowed to go out get wet Wash my hair outside in front of my grandma's house on 21 between German and Holland streets

It reminded me of gourmet dishes made with mud and sticks with make shift drive through window where I would say, " Can I take you order please?" This was to my imaginary friend who also enjoyed eating my fabulous mud pies.

This rain reminds me of a romantic time I had with a gentlemen. It was like out of a romantic or erotic novel. Making love outside in the rain. 

This rain reminds me of a cold walks at night crying from loss and a broken heart. The feeling of being lonely and unhappy. I was glad that the rain hid my tears and pain from peoples' sight