Napkin Scribble #2

feeling like I lost something I never had

looking for something I've never seen

missing something I never loved

the heart is a paradox

full of contradictions

full of riddles and puzzles

often full of confusion

Napkin Scribble #1

not even sure how to feel today /accompanied only by my speakers/ they always stay close by and I can close my eyes and fly straight to the sky/ like a lost balloon minus the crying baby in his two's/ it's just me sitting in a room and no one even knows that I am gone/ scary part is I don't mind

-Jacqueline Naami

One Day

one day..

one day all of the things I've hoped for will be right before my eyes.

when I wake and see them

I will immediately pray:

"Dear God, Lord, Jah, Jehovah, Yeshua, Almighty, Denzel,

(Whatever I might call him then, it seems the cool thing now-a-days to switch between names)

Thank you for my fruit

I love the way it tastes and it is growing so fine

and its true the apples don't fall far

for they are just like their dad

but they have my smile

and thank you for all the noise

and all the broken glass

we clean it always right away

no mess in this garden

no, it is where we play

naked all through the day

we know each other in this Eden

we respect each other in this Eden

and we invite others to play

and thank you for tree trunk

we are so strong

the one that broke tho

we use that stump as a table now

we eat dinner there so that we always reunite at our roots

at the heart of the ones that fell down so that we may stand and break bread

we break bread on their back

and sometimes the cat climbs the other tree and when we can't reach him

we stand on the shoulders of the stump

it is always there

and thank you for the river that passes just along the back fence

we drink there

sunbathe in your rays

skip rocks

teaching the small ones just how to do it right

we wanna make sure they're prepared for life.

thank you for all the fruit.

it's never been so sweet

and I will do my best to keep it growing for my grand kids.

hands together and bowing in thanks,

Jacqueline Naami"

Happenings

I realize that life will happen to you whether you want it to or not
that life will happen to you just when you think you're on the brink of happy
just to see if you know what life is worth
just to see if you know what you're worth
just to see if you can adjust

Life will happen
that is life
and life is happenings

and happenings are history
and history is knowlegde
and knowlege is learning
and learning is a lesson
and a lesson is enlightenment
and enlightenment is clarity
and clarity is strength
and strength is power
and power is confidence
and confidence is belief
and belief is value
and value is moral
and moral is your heart
and your heart is your soul
and your soul is the definition of you
and you are

all that you can be

and

all that you should be

and

its all or nothing in this game of life


-Jacqueline Naami

Tracy Chapman - Crossroads

"I'm trying to protect what I keep inside. All the reasons why I live my life"


"Save my Soul, Save Myself"

Boots for Russia

So I will be spending three months in Russia this coming Fall and on my list of things to acquire I was sent this as item number one:

• Warm waterproof boots (Moscow has a lot of slush!).  Women usually wear very nice leather boots in the winter.  You won’t see Russians wearing water proof mountain boots.  They prefer more elegant footwear.  Yet be sure what you bring is practical.

So I searched and searched for the perfect boots

I found some boots I love....

-Giuseppe Zanotti-
$1,300 

Giuseppe Zanotti-

Priceless (not really, I just don't know the price)

-Giuseppe Zanotti-

$ 1,025.00

Maybe if I don't eat all Summer I'll save enough money and these can be mine these can be mine.

*sigh* 

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My Gift to You.

I am a writer. So I write. I write for you. I am your medium. my writing does not always reflect me but you can use me if you need to. 


I let you say "man that girl is crazy"--when you really mean you.


I write what I see and I feel it for you. I ache through your pain. I dance for your love. I cry for your sorrow. I boil for your fury. 


and I write it all as "I" so that you can admit to your feelings through an outside party.