Last Tuesday’s Teaser was a two- parter that came from
”She Didn’t”
Perhaps that’s why she’d let men soil her soul
Ka cannibals would devour her whole for flesh diving
Not once striving for soul bathing
Translation- Ka is an Ancient Egyptian word for the spirit...I would go into the further meaning of this in relation to the poem, but I've logged into this damn journal like ten times today, I don't feel like getting the supplimentary info to back it. You guys are smart anyways, you can figure it out from there.

She gave up her Godliness on many occasions for a heaven that couldn’t last
Not knowing that heaven is a state of mind
And you don’t have to wait until you’re dead and gone
Cause as long as you have God in your heart
Then it’s not too Komplex to believe you can have heaven in your view, too
Translation- There's a poet/emcee based in the Baltimore/DC poetry scene by the name of Komplex or Kom as of late, who did this dope piece called Heaven in View. Remarkable piece that helps one to keep everything in perspective. Dope piece by a dope writer. This line just piggybacks much of the message of his poem, yet makes a completely singular statement on its own.

Okay, I don't have anything for Tuesday's Teaser due to excessive journal updating, so I'll hit ya'll with a never heard, never seen, never read joint.
This was written when I was in a very strange place.
Background: I had a dream where I wanted to quit teaching, and a coworker that I wasn't even that cool with me was smiling telling me to stick it out. She was in this bluish type of light. The dream seemed awkward because I couldn't remember it, as usual. For some reason, I often forget my dreams once I wake up. Anyways, I went into work feeling wierd. When I got there (to work), the teachers were told to gather in the gym (which was nothing but a big room). Whatever the news was, Mr. Goodson was one of the first individuals to receive it, and it seemed very very bad. Come to find out, that coworker who was offering me strength only a couple of hours before in my dream had just passed away from a bad car accident from the night before.
The Wild Part (as if the whole thing ain't wild): Dude, the wild thing is, once I remembered the dream, it bugged me out that I didn't even know I felt that way about my job. Subconscious is a powewrful thing. Now, I had that dream around 4:30am, and she passed away within 2 hours of that dream.
Now that I've rediscovered this piece, it's kind of teleported me back to that space. I think I knew at that moment Techworld was going to fall...she was that school to a lot of those kids. So...I wrote this poem for somebody I was just starting to become cool with...someone who came to visit me in my dream just to tell me to hold on.
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Wow. Thanks again, Maisha. R.I.P.

Smiling at Inner Reflection
(Dedicated to Ms. Maisha O. Brown)

Today I figured I’d write for you
So I reached in the sky and grasped the color blue
Blue symbolizes the emotions inside, so it’s the hue of ink I choose
Today…I lost a co-worker, no, an incredible being
And last night I had a terrible dream
That I was gone form Techworld and you were in it
But you offered me strength when mine was diminished
This whole thing seems senseless, and I’m shaken by it all
I sensed something wrong, but never knew you would be called
I know you’re better off now
And somehow…
Today I figured I cry for you
Not because it seemed the right thing to do, but because that’s what I genuinely felt
But I had to be a pillar of fortitude in a valley of felt…
We can’t mourn you in the presence of the kids for the sake of the kids, like I didn’t cry at my grandmother’s funeral…
You were, and still are these kids and they you
But how am I to feel and what am I to do?
The last time we talked…we hugged and you smiled…a genuine smile
The last time I walked by your physical form, I saw you smiling
You were happy…
Are you smiling right now?
I know you are, because I saw you in my dream last night and you were…smiling
But why me…what was it that made you stop by me…the Almighty?
You were giving me strength when I didn’t want to be strong, but we didn’t know each other that well or that long…
Today I figure I’ll talk with God, and stop denying my spiritual lineage
These dreams scare me, my visions scare me, what I see…scares me
Because I can’t control it
Dreams tell me I’m a descendent of Gaza
Visions tell me I should head for Ashom
I see spirits from time to time and feel their presence just as much
I am scared to acknowledge these things for fear of what they may tell me, but how can I look beyond them?

Spirits of the young seek to dwell beyond the beyond in hopes of finding you there
Once again taking life for granted, we were unprepared and caught unaware
Scared and uncertain, they can’t see
Your energy is centered here, and within…
The living wish to bring back what can’t be brought back to possibly do away with regret
But this you must not forget, life is as inconsistent as death
Every breath we take is a death sentence with the promise of the eternal resting place (an unbreakable circle)
I know you are there from the smile on your face

Today I figured I figured I’d write for you, for me, the kids, us we me he she they
I figure I’ll pray
And what’s meant to be
Will come to pass
I simply ask…that you smile
For we…