The Rebirth-Day 1

"Breathe Unto Me Oh Lord"

My heart is still searching and wondering, Why me?

A Brand New Start

Wanted to go somewhere to cleanse of my mind of the many sins I committed when I talked down to you;

Fairy-taled conclusions, remorseful of the lack of time I did not take to re-invent the truthfulness of the love shared.

Bottled in my own comfort zone, I could not face the reality that losing you was like stabbing my own self in the chest;

At best, I cried. But the weeping never seemed to want to stop.

I reached out beyond the confinements of my ego and pride and shouted out at the top of my lungs that Lord, I am sorry.

Silence deafened me; Muted by the serenity of the clashing of the waves, the thwarting of the flock of birds heading south-my spirit close in flight behind.

Etching my critical thoughts line by line in the moist sand's inbox,

the subject was unclear, the conclusion remained steadfast.

My lies were predicated on selfishness-I am alone.

My heart feels the pain as if it was giving birth to twins-still alone.

My journey, as I pray without ceasing, caused an eruption of all the parts of my body that was built out of love, realizing that because of my actions: I deserve to be alone.

On the way, I went. I travelled myself to a place that I could feel love in its truest form.

Where I could cry and not be ashamed; Where I could reform my transgressions and make a brand new start.

No more polluted entries to invade my bodily functions; No more pollution to hinder my out loud cries.

Furthered by purpose, strengthened by faith, carried by love,

I stretched my arms out, wrapped them around God's bosom, HE lifted me up, patted me on my back, and stroked my head and said, " Son, follow me."

Are you really listening?

Can I have a moment my lady? We are so close, yet our Love is so far away. Seemingly, when we try to take two steps forward, we end up taking ten steps backwards. When I talk, you talk. When you talk, I talk. Two people talking at the top of their lungs, but no ears are open for listening. I said I love you five times in a row, but you kept bickering on trying to conclude your points of emphasis. I said I am sorry for my irresponsibilities, but you turned your back on me. Looking at you wearisomely in the eyes, I asked, " So what do you want me to say or do?" "Listen to me," she exhaled.

She says, "Lover we are so close, yet I feel as if our love has departed. Every time I wanna move forward, I have a Michael Jackson moment where I feel entrenched to moonwalk backwards. We are always talking over each other-no resolution is branded. You never tell me You love me or take responsibility for your actions. Thats why I cannot look at you and why my back is always facing forward."

So, with a sense of agitation in her voice, she says, "Is there something you expect from me?

With no reluctancy, I turned my back on her...

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Love Matters and so do You.

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.

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...

God's Promise...

"LET YOUR SMILE BE YOUR UMBRELLA"

With Love,

The Unspoken One: Jermon E. Cooks