Sunday, March 20, 2011

Each candle was lit based upon the fire that exists in my inner-soul;
I wanted to find that 'special place' where could discuss how we can create a new meaning of love; where you could lay your head on my chest and talk your little heart away as I listen, without response, thinking how wonderful of a man you make me feel. God did not make a mistake allowing me have the nearness of you under the shadows of the dim light. Its so amazing how we went from casual conversation about our life's goals to wedding dresses and tuxedos to having our first child. Moment after moment after moment, the love that we share ceases to quench the very thirst of what my heart yearns for.
Each candle represents a sun ray of light that makes a home within your inner-soul. You are so amazing as you re-construct my heart that was once broken into milli-pieces of hopelessness.
There is No ME without YOU. There is No Fiction attached to your Love. I want to come HOME.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Dear You,

My name is Jermon Cooks. I am writing you this letter because my phone is not on a 4G network so my service is shady in some areas, kinda sorta like my life. As I was driving west bound headed toward my destination, I saw the old bakery where we used to meet after work to share a banana walnut cupcake and two hot coco's. My emotions got the best of me so I decided to park across the street from the bakery falling in deep thought still imagining our spirits sitting at the very table that we sat shoulder to shoulder, cheek to cheek. Funny how you never used to eat the cupcake itself; you were a fan of walnuts. So I guess I was the greedy one because after you picked a few walnuts out of the cupcake, the rest of it disappeared quite rapidly. I miss you. I know time has taken us in different directions and given us many opportunities of lifelong happiness, but I was the never the same after I left. Too selfish for my own good, the benefits of what was being offered cannot compare to the whispered I Love You's after dinner under candlelight. The fire in your eyes simmered the doubts in my soul. You brought newness in places that were forbidden for any and all person(s). You were my everyday-my morning star, the rays of the rising sun, my hero who promised to protect me from heartbreak. Every inch of my being felt the love that you surrendered effortlessly. I could not match the intensity of your love. I could not put childish things away. A hopeless romantic that made hopeless decisions that in the end cost my heart to stop. I never told you why I left...so let me go get a banana walnut cupcake and a coco and let me explain.
Better yet, I wrote a book about it called Love Fiction: A Journey Through Its Truths...
I just wish you were alive to read it...

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

God's Promise...

"LET YOUR SMILE BE YOUR UMBRELLA"

With Love,
The Unspoken One: Jermon E. Cooks

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

IF I COULD WRITE....

A silly love song, I would trace a heart on the window with my finger with the morning's dew scribing the words I LOVE YOU followed by the date I met you ending with the word Forever do us part.
If I could write...a silly love song, I would put your love on Repeat with whispered lips and truthfulness that will carry us beyond the course.
If I could write...a silly love song, I would write it all about you and how gentle you make living on Earth feel.
If I could write...a silly love song, as we sleep, I will interlock my hand into your hand ensuring that I will always be All that you need and protect you even as you dream the night away.
If I could write...a silly love song, every time I exhale I will be thankful for another second of life to share the warrants of my heart-as my heart releases its deepest fears.
If I could write...a silly love song, I will surrender my hands above my head, fall to my knees, broken and humbled, and yell out Jehovah Jireh...YOU ARE ALL THAT I NEED.
If I could write...a silly love song, I will make love to you by the actions of my words: Our love will be born again through favor, kindness, and admiration.
If I could write...a silly love song, I will go on and on and on and never stop loving you, loving you, loving you, holding you, touching you, kissing you, believing in you...
I guess I will never stop writing silly love songs...
Te amo mi amor contigo para siempre.

Jermon E. Cooks

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Born: 06/04/1975 Died: 06/04/2075


By God's Grace, I was able to see many seasons, leaves turning from forest green to a rustic brown. The oxygen of the planet sucking the very life / pigmentation of that very leaf causing it to wither away into the abyss of planet Earth. I never took inventory of my own life: My short-comings, successes, failures, lost loves, and my walk in faith. Most of my life, I just lived. Sometimes, the next day was hard to see especially when my life was interrupted by human error. Those human errors predicated death in some actualities. Death was scary to think of. Thinking of death made my heart travel upward bound towards my throat, but as quickly as the thought of death consumed my soul, I was gently reminded of this scripture:

Psalm 39: 1-6
"I said to myself, I'm going to quit complaining! I'll keep quiet, especially when the ungodly are around me. But as I stood there silently the turmoil within me grew to the bursting point. The more I mused, the hotter the fires inside. Then at last I spoke, and pled with God: Lord, help me to realize how brief my time on earth will be. Help me to know that I am here for but a moment more. My life is no longer than my hand! My whole lifetime is but a moment to you."

As I watched the green leaf turn a rustic brown, I watched me turn from a man who accepted the things of the world become a product of something Brand New. The world was deoxygenating my soul-suffocating my will to live. But Lord, I know what you had to do to allow me to fall flat on my face to learn that you are quick to rescue and quick to forgive. And though my days on this Earth are numbered, your purpose and plan for me is right on time.
I was that forest green leaf, lying helplessly on the graveled pavement. And as I sought the hand of man, his touch de-oxygenated my soul turning me into a rustic brown leaf with hell in wait.
God, said, "Enough, He is Mines!" And I am His!
So Lord, when my number is called.....I will not be afraid!

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Whatever Happened to Finding Solutions?

If there is one academic subject that most people dislike, 8 out of 10 people are going to say Math, in particular, Word Problems. Like math, people tend to face problems the same way-Avoidance.
I am sorry that I made you the problem without finding a simple solution: For not allowing my love for you to assist in finding solutions to our difficult moments together. It was not easy for me to put my hands up and "surrender" like a mathematical problem-If I didn't get it, it was easy to move on to the next one. What if God gave up on you and treated you and your strife like a Word Problem??
When I was a child, I hated subtraction. I would sit at the dinner table for hours at a time playing a guessing game. My mother would correct my homework finding error after error. With all the erasing and re-writing, my paper was torn, black and blue. Stay with me now, I am going somewhere with this. I would sit at the table for hours tired. I would cry for sympathy. My mother, frustrated with my lack of concentration, would get that old beat up coffee-brown belt standing behind me instructing ( really, yelling with that angry spit coming out of her mouth) me over and over and over again to think. I couldn't. My mind was inoperable from the lack of Idontknowwhat...Pop goes the end part of the belt against my shoulder blade. Ouch! My mind began to wake up, just a little bit. Finally, I solved one problem. Then another and another. Finally, all the word equations were completed. The paper must have got popped a few times with the belt too because there were plenty of holes dampened by my frustrated tears. My mother went on to say "re-write your homework on a clean piece of paper, neatness counts."
Sometimes in our own lives, we need that Pop to give us the courage to face our problems head-on. Its so easy to run from the problem, but as you continue to run the problem increases in strength while the solution is left behind still awaiting input. I hate problems just as I hated math. Though I thought I was correct in achieving the right answers, upon correction, my methods and solutions were wrong causing me to whine, cry, bicker, hate, and Give Up.
Too many person(s) are giving up on their wives, husbands, families and close friends in the time of need. What is happening to us people? Has Love become superficial like a high priced car? What foundation are you living Your Life on? Whatever happened to finding solutions? Nothing, we are the problem and until we start living our lives as solution-makers, we will live life in confusion like an algebraic equation, not easily solved.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

I wanted to love you beyond the boundaries of the ocean; discover places where we wouldn't be ashamed to make love faces; a place where I could discover you all over again and again. My lover, my confidant, my oasis where my dreams await the setting of the sun- adding another day that my love could grow with you, learn you, but most of all, become ONE with you.
Never does my heart waiver moments that I could place my arms around the very things that complete you as a woman because those same attributes completes me as your man. You see loving you beyond the boundaries has given me vision beyond our love. It has grown me in preparation for the right now, the how, and the follow-through (consistently speaking). Sitting for hours at a time, collecting the whispered thoughts that give prelude to new beginnings, eager minds wanting to love one second more, one heartbeat at a time. So when the night ends, reality concludes that We live for love, for Us, beyond the tumultuous endeavors, one day at a time.