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    Looking Thru the Mind's Eye: The Essence of a Man
    Looking Thru the Mind's Eye: The Essence of a Man
    Looking Thru the Mind's Eye: The Essence of a Man
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    Looking Thru the Mind's Eye: The Essence of a Man

    By Mychal Umi Cox

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    “Looking Thru the Mind’s Eye” by Mychal Umi Cox is a work of words lit by a vivid imagination that rose from the sparks of his myriad of experiences and those of others as well. This book is about life’s experiences, poetically expressed through words that drip from his pen, creating a flowing fountain that beckons readers to drink … read!
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBookBaby
    Release dateSep 2, 2013
    ISBN9780988553415
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      Looking Thru the Mind's Eye - Mychal Umi Cox

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      She whispered Love

      Love, love, love …

      She whispered love with an angelic voice

      so soft, so pure, so full of life

      that I thought perhaps I was dreaming,

      caught up in a fantasy,

      taken away from reality.

      Man, this just can’t be real,

      but it felt so good to hear.

      Could I still be dreaming after all?

      Because if so, I don’t want to be awakened,

      not when she’s whispering,

      Love, love, love.

      "Love," she said.

      She whispered love.

      Love, love, love – she whispered love.

      Love, are you awake?

      How can you sleep so soundly when I’m

      trying to communicate?

      How can you lay there so still,

      so silent, so beautiful,

      without knowing what I’m feeling within?

      What’s come over me, she thought.

      Must be something in the air tonight,

      or a full moon

      or something, I guess,

      ‘cause I’m whispering love in the middle of

      the night without regrets.

      I didn’t plan to fall this way,

      didn’t want to take that kind of plunge into

      the unknown.

      But here I lay, down for the count,

      and I’m not thinking about getting up,

      not without you knowing

      Love whispered love into your ear tonight.

      Love, love, love …

      She whispered love, she whispered love.

      I know that you’re awake;

      I see that smile sneaking through

      on your face,

      and your breathing and heart rate seem so

      out of place, so controlled.

      But some things have a force all their own.

      So tell me if you heard what I’m going

      through!

      Tell me if you heard my heart’s cry for you.

      Love, love, love …

      I whispered love, I whispered love.

      I sat up and said, "I know what you’re going

      through."

      I gently grabbed her hand and said,

      "Long have I felt as you do,

      so happy, so complete.

      So free … but so afraid to tell,"

      ‘cause long have I whispered love into your

      ear as well.

      Love, love, love …

      I whispered love, I whispered love.

      I said, "I love you, Love,

      I love you as well."

      I have for a long time now.

      Just thought you couldn’t tell

      and, like you, I didn’t want to fall

      so deeply into the unknown;

      questioned the meaning of life,

      and the full moon as well.

      But what I heard was so soft,

      so pure, so everlasting

      that it changed my whole point of view.

      You see, it was my own heart’s cry,

      crying out for you,

      begging and pleading with me

      to tell you the truth,

      to restore some balance

      back into the universe.

      So now that you know

      and there are no secrets left untold,

      I’ll whisper love, I love you

      into your ear no more.

      Instead I’ll just say

      Love, I love you

      Love, I love you so …

      I Do

      Shhhhhhhh …

      So I’m listening now, intensely.

      Every word penetrates deeper into my

      subconscious.

      I watch as every syllable flows off his tongue

      and pierces further into my membrane

      like red hot pokers and irons.

      They trigger a thought pattern,

      a burning vision of you.

      I nod unknowingly;

      perspiration falls from my face.

      I wet my lips and clear my throat

      that burns like the Sahara.

      It’s hot, baby!

      Over 400 years have led up to this moment

      where you knew me before I was named.

      This moment, where time stood still;

      and just for an instant, the universe blinked

      and the stars gave way to you,

      my soulmate.

      Out of darkness sweat falls into my eyes,

      and again I’m burned by visions of you.

      Scenes change, but you’re constant.

      Every step I take, you take.

      Every breath I breathe, you breathe,

      as if we were one, joined from the side

      … in time.

      A lifetime of preparation could never have

      prepared me for this,

      this Ossie Davis-Ruby Dee groove of life,

      of love.

      I remember the first time I said hello.

      You smiled a welcoming smile,

      and right there, at that instant,

      you were mine.

      But then again, you always were.

      You see, I knew you before you were named.

      You are the pyramids.

      Surely I danced with you on the Nile,

      traveled with you in the belly of the beast,

      picked alongside of you

      in the deepest of the cane.

      Gathered our 40 acres and marched into

      Selma,

      Montgomery,

      Memphis,

      and Washington, DC,

      and cried many a tear for brothers like

      Marcus, Medgar, Malcolm and Martin.

      Sat in the pew and wondered how long,

      why and when, Lord …

      I knew you before you were named.

      Maybe we jumped the broom

      under a moonlit sky,

      or held hands and sang at The Savoy.

      Either way, we did it together.

      When I look at you, I see eyes that are

      shaped like olives,

      and skin so black it’s not a color,

      but rather a gift from above.

      Do you hear what I’m saying?

      When I think of your breasts,

      I’m reminded of Proverbs 5:19,

      "Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant

      roe; Let her breast satisfy thee at all times;

      and be thou ravished always with her love."

      I dig that!

      If I could add to it, I would say,

      "Let your breast be like the scales of Libra,

      neither to judge, or be judged;

      but to understand, show compassion

      and give life."

      Like the milk that flows within,

      each drop was the food of my father,

      the food of my mother, nurtured in soul.

      Each drop was and is life.

      You standing here next to me

      is also life.

      The beginning (I DO).

      The completed circle (I DO).

      The time traveled by two warriors

      lost in endless life and endless love (I DO).

      I will love you for infinity times seven (I DO).

      Where you go, there I’ll also be (I DO)

      I DO … I DO … I DO … I DO.

      Always.

      And with that came a gentle nudge …

      And like a light soaring through a tunnel,

      ears popping,

      blurred vision coming into full

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