This is not your typical love poem, but when feel someone who comes in your life for a reason and not for season, then you see why I feel this is a love poem in some shape, form or fashion....


Why should I follow thoughts that are trapped in my innermind
Without reaching deeply within my heart to find my outline
For when I write, I don't get out of line
But the foresight viewed is the same gripe when you see poetry abused
Is it self-hate or a mere of disorderly conduct of writers affliction
Do we listen to what we write
Are your viewers pay attention?
These are the concepts that triggered my conceptual mind
But it took ONE person to....channel my mind
Took every line, disect it piece by piece times three
I mean she literally read inside of me, read my heart
She did not change the value of my hybrid flow
She changed the pattern of how deep I could go
Deeper than the earth surface...this shit was making me nervous
Mr. Byrd nervous??? Shitttttttttttt...... Not on purpose
Her words she spoke instilled this instant love
As I flashback to the day preparing our first collaboration
Words bestowed on me by simply stating:

"Aim to reach deeper within and expose yourself rather than spreading truth"

I reach deeper and expose the truth as I expose deeper feelings
Can I harness the truth when I'm exposed to her intellectual beauty
Not once did she press the fabrication of the language art
Of my scribes that were driven by my own reflection
Or the scribe that help give others a sense of direction
When some thought this thing we call Poety was a lost art
Not once did she toss darts at my heart to antagonize me
Her desire to orchestrate poetic messages sends chills down my spine
Every letter

Every syllable

Every word

Every line

And every verse, sends sporadic chills because I yearn for more
No longer do I chase for negative endeavors
As she helped me endure thru some of this turbulence weather
Still trying to figure how she pick apart my mind and my heart
The poems I expressed to all walks of life
I guess women are the best teachers of life
And for that....I love you.....I thank you
D. Benitez to shine light in your poetic delieverance...
(((Real talk)))