December 17, 2017

THE BOOK TOUR – one small step at a time….Auburn, Chattanooga, Atlanta, and Corpus Christi

I often grow impatient with myself and where I think I should be in life, instead of where God has me, right now in this very moment. I overlook the obvious blessings and the successes currently in front of me. My two newly released books, through Woodson and Knowles Publishing Group, titled Twenty-Three Deeply Rooted Confessions and Thirty-Five Virtuous Blueprints, illustrates movement forward, going somewhere instead of nowhere. The first text contains 23 poems and 23 photographs and the other, 35 poems and 35 photographs.

While most never get rich off poetic words combined with photography, there is still pride in the creation of a traditionally published book. It is one more step in the right direction….an eternal direction where dreams eventually await me. The greatest of achievements in life involve climbing over the highest of mountains one step and hand hold at a time.

I have scheduled the following book tour and signings in the next month for the two books mentioned before. I would very much like for you to attend and celebrate this recent accomplishment with me.

FIRST STOP:

Thursday, October 2, 2014, 7:00-9:00 PM
At The Gnus Room
108 S 8th St
Opelika, Alabama 36801

RSVP: https://www.facebook.com/events/668622926567700

SECOND STOP:

Thursday, October 9, 2014, 3:00-6:00 PM
At McKay’s Bookstore-Chattanooga
7734 Lee Hwy
Chattanooga, TN 37421

RSVP: https://www.facebook.com/events/1474528916149226

THIRD STOP:

Sunday, October 5, 2014, 7:00-10:00 PM
At the Inman Perk Coffee Bookstore
240 North Highland Ave., Suite H
Atlanta, GA 30307

RSVP: https://www.facebook.com/events/854683257882835

FOURTH STOP:

Saturday, November 1, 2014, 2:00-4:30 PM
At Lori’s Booknook
1005 E Concho St
Rockport, TX 78382

The Solo Stray Dog with Dark-Hued Angels (Poem Title) – Entranced by a remarkable individual!

Joshua 3:5 (NIV)

Joshua told the people, “Consecrate yourselves, for tomorrow the Lord will do amazing things among you.”

I would like to honor someone I recently met who continues to change my life on almost an everyday basis, with a poem I worked on throughout this past entire week. I believe the piece to be one of my recent best.

 

The Solo Stray Dog with Dark-Hued Angels

With truth in the hopeless romantic journey of another blogged poem,
Most cannot keep with the broken clock of lost time to the finish line,
But somehow, somewhere, and something within you gazes into my spirit.
You realize there is nothing you want more than to join me in relationship,
As the dark-hued angel joins her hand gently with mine.

I stray through ocean bay city walls searching for security and shelter.
Fresh from a grooming salon my shadowed angel arrives to rescue me.
She whispers sweet quotes of affirmation into my heart for safe self-keeping.
Her voice soothes the unrest that lays dormant in the chambers of my soul.

I never seek to be your excuse to cry. I never seek to upset the balance
Of our adventures through island beach scenes and Ugandan adoptions.
We find a way to make it through the periods of dry deserts
When we both know we never walk away from the hope of eyes staring.

Your brown beautiful circle gleam into my own shining blue sparkles
As I awe struck, under my breath, thank God for the angelic being before me.
With kisses so sweet and so serene, I stand captivated with smiles in this scene
As I barely wrap my head around the sinking ships sitting still in your memory.

You found me through cupid’s arrows on an internet search engine
To discover the deeper meaning of the darkness in a soul I long embraced.
With no judgment or negative thoughts present, you remembered the good
Of my narrative to save the world through the power of words in a pen.

What do I do when I lose the sound of the spring that fills my soul?
I scratch at chalk board screeches to wonder when the next prayer fulfills
The wish of your call to my ear, listening intentionally to concerns
Expressed from the depths of your heart resounding with harps so loud.

I hear you. I fear losing your presence, worried with what’s wrong
Inside from the outside looking in, with no words murmured to me.
Your grace in glamour presents a symmetrical body others jealously glare
At fine legs and slenderness models die in hopes to attain.

Always on my mind, stars eclipse in failure to shine in the bewilderment
Of love occurring close behind with short hair, body art,
And symbols that resemble miraculous meanings to strengthen the elegance
Of your name, personality, and aura of amazing wonders in light shining.

The girl with the dragon tattoo captures my attention unlike any before her.
In our name, I finding meaning so I am still holding onto you
With every effort, sweat soaked, tear, and blood drop I give
To further strengthen you’re okay with broken lights on the freeway.

This stray dog never forgets his way home to your arms in omnipotent
Love with arms wrapped around to collide sin to sin, connection
Stronger than we ever mated in dire and drastic circumstances before.
I am still holding onto your hand as I cliff dive into your life full board.

With truth in the hopeless romantic journey of another blogged poem,
Most cannot keep with the broken clock of lost time to the finish line,
But somehow, somewhere, and something within you gazes into my spirit.
You realize there is nothing you want more than to join me in relationship,
As the dark-hued angel joins her hand gently with mine.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Below you will notice some angelic artwork pictures that awed me and the words you read in this pieced blog entry. Please realize these images are not original works with the given citations and websites below.

 

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1- (http://naesnest.me/2012/02/06/angels-cry/)

2- (http://www.europosters.eu/posters/spiral-enslaved-angel-v16404)

3- (http://walls4joy.com/wallpaper/244743-angels)

4- (http://www.pinterest.com/pin/448671181597669937/)

5- (http://mattstone.blogs.com/photos/angel_art/dream-woman-dark-angel.html)

San Antonio Skies Still Streaming – a poem about a new presence (by James Cartee)

date3_editedIt has been a good while and long time since I met anyone who sparked any interest to date and know more on a deeper level. Who knows? – perhaps this changed at this moment described below.

I currently write a new book of thirty-five poems to release in the fall. While not in that publication, this new piece comes from deep down in my own heart. The good emotions in life are certainly to be celebrated in the moments they occur.

San Antonio Skies Still Streaming

Astonishing to the veins pumping of my usual existence,
You appear in the San Antonio midst of museum masterpieces.
I smile without what to know, think, or do.
You breathe hard as your cool body suddenly raptures with heat.
As the tall figure of beauty steps forward, one inch above my height,
I awe in the rush of lustful thoughts at the kiss near our goodbyes.

Nobody lands perfectly upon the earth at our day of creation;
However glamour in well-curved shape brings unexpected grins.
We think constantly of each other after our greeting at the river walk.
I persist in temptation to ask that my sweet sin be purged again.
Everything will change the minute you decide that nothing stays the same
With a new direction in determination that you seek to stay with me.

I catch the glimpse of moonlight that captures your legs
Embraced in the race to my own intimate relationship.
When you cling into one with the blood of orange and blue,
You honor the decision to trust that change brings betterment
For something more close than you imagined before now.
We two-step into a new life to understand that hope floats.

The heart of Texas beats to a new story fairy tale song
With the start of a professor and nurse in ministry joined together
To change the world in the face of dark times without fear.
A sleek thin model with dark but still naughty eyes
And short hair with an image compared to the girl with dragon tattoos
Stares into the bottom of my own brokenness to discover more.

She takes my gentle hand to start a new step, with one concern at a time,
In the second before our magical moment of a first kiss.
We entwine longer than creative minds depict in artwork.
Rainbows light the morning sky. Sunsets dawn the shadow of lips sealed.
I prepare my heart for yours in the daylight of any disaster
Because I have been waiting decades of endless minutes for your arrival.

JLC iii, 3/28/14

VALENTINE’S DAY! – A reminder to show appreciation and express gratitude.

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When Valentine’s Day comes around each year, singles often tend to avoid it altogether. Instead of a day we look forward to, like Christmas or Thanksgiving, we focus on the happy couples who share flower bouquets, fancy dinners, and kisses with each other in the sunset on sandy beaches.

However we overlook all those who really do care about us when we focus on the blessings of others. And of course, you cannot always judge a book by its cover. We never really know what a person feels on the insides judged by the outsides.

We must remember all those who encouraged us in their own profound ways – past teachers who advocated for our education, parents, siblings, mentors, best friends, grandparents, and all those who propelled our dreams forward.

This Valentine’s Day weekend, let’s not focus on what we do not have, or otherwise who we do not have but appreciate those already in our lives, those who served us to reach our present current place in life and the future we have before us.

Without our own pivotal relationships and the help of others, the world would not be what it is today. We must remember the good that many individuals bring into our lives, with or on the other band, without a significant other.

Sometimes Singles Awareness Day is the best day of the year to focus on giving thanks to those who shaped into our being, so that one day when we meet that special someone, we are in a good place, ready to do so.

A day to remember the concept of love is not always about us. It is about those around us we are called to serve.

Happy Valentine’s Day to all my friends and family! For those who always supported me, I thank you.

The Yoga Guru Suspended in Time, a poem of her own uncertainty.

Yoga Meditation

I met my guru at a wedding of all places.
Her peace shined bright among the many faces.
Through a camera lens I stared captivated
The time lapse of a picture felt a second sedated.
A thin figure for which models die,
And long waves that swayed every fair eye.
Miss Green lost the center of attention
In the silent minute eye of beauty in suspension.
I struck up a sentence with nervous knees knocking
I would fall if I tried to stand and start walking.
We sat and began with her Mom to talk.
In sweet words seconds stopped time’s clock.
She said yes when asked for a gentleman call.
I breathed deeply at the wishful thought I recall.
We met on two present moments not easy to forget.
Her new pursuit for Christ appealed to me I admit.
You do not text. You do not Facebook. You do not call.
The guru ignored me once my hopes stood in free fall.
Many promises fail to keep when girls mistake
The risk involved in moves we guys tend not to make.
No risk involves the wait for a guy to step forward
In the girl we pursue and move toward.
The Yoga Guru taught me to presently just be
To enjoy James Cartee in the moment I see.
I stand still to catch the drop of rain in my hand;
However with a regret for fondness unplanned
As soon as our cheeks touched she disappeared.
Too late for my heart in the chance I feared.
With the old nice guy words and excuse
She left me so I now sit in my own silent muse.
She claimed the enjoyment of our conversations
In the midst of her own yoga inspirations.
How can I believe anything you say
When you run with no chance convinced to stay?
You never gave this romance
The deserved prayer answered for a chance.
Arms wide open knees bent in this stance
I believe you were afraid of the dance
In your own warning, you took it so serious
Your unmet lips leave me delirious
Because my yoga guru defines mysterious
I stand here for your words enchanted,
But I struggle to let go with the wish I just can’t.
The hurt you fail to see and possibly even care
With the way of the wind a risk you despair
In the security of something so sweet so rare
Travel you avoid life to be caught in the snare
You left with a chance you could not bear.
The Yoga Guru failed in her own present lesson to be
When she decided she could not take a plunge with me.

JLC iii, 12/22/12

I looked for many videos on beginner Yoga movements for those interested. Some in my limited view came across as weird. This female instructor portrayed someone normal.