Georgetown’s Angel

Dedicated to The Family

RIP Johnnie Mae Carter… our Angel

North Kensington will never be the same. A left turn on East pulls you to the corner of North where a right turn is made. Slowly coming down a hill where children are seen playing, vehicles lined on the left side of the curb where laughter can be heard from afar. Curiosity is peaked, the car brakes are lightly pressed which stops in front of a warming smile with such welcoming. A woman of grace and integrity is seen surrounded by the very creations of love and compromising that solidifies her as the importance we’ve all have to come love. A warm feeling of being invited to a family filled with such laughter and memorable moments that’ll live with us all till the end of time. No goodbyes, no tears, no more pain, no more suffering. We all have our memories of you….. and that’s enough to understand that God needed you more.

You’re our angel,

Georgetown’s Angel

– C.A. Thomas

Love Mirror

We walk past a mirror frequently for either timely routines or self reflection. We rarely identify the love that lies beneath the very skin we claim to own. It takes projecting of other’s opinions to alter our very own perception of how we should love ourselves. A mirror is more than a projector, more than a view of what’s in front of us. It’s simply the reminder of how love is designed through every spectacle that we describe the moment another’s love enters our radar. What is the love mirror? Gazing through another’s soul with those identical thoughts neither person would hesitate in saying. Let’s become each other’s “Love Mirror”

– C.A. Thomas

Wedding Day Thoughts

I’m standing across from the prettiest bride in the room.

Holding hands with the most beautiful woman oh so soon.

Heart filled with enough excitement forever glooms.

She was indeed the one I decided to choose.

A vowed promise sealed with a kiss.

The bouquet she throws, her garter I remove you don’t wanna miss.

A lifetime of love, whipped cream in bliss.

We dance, we shake, we turn in every place.

Cutting our squares on the perfect wedding cake.

I’m the Mr. and she’s my Mrs.

I’d marry you all over again for a thousand kisses.

– C.A. Thomas

Perfect Sense (In a not so perfect world)

If love is the achievable for us all and if this choice we call “love” is our desire to fulfill then why do we suffer in making the attempt of loving another? We use our best efforts in reaching those of potential in hopes of not only delivering the best of our abilities, but the failure of reciprocation possibly hindering us in being afraid in establishing second or third chances. If you’re reading this of course it’ll make perfect sense to you but the realization is quite common…… in a not so perfect world caution possibly keeps us at ease in fear of objectifying the inevitable that keeps us correct in another’s intentions, instead of giving ourselves time to remain patient for the potential that our heartbreak and tears deserve.

We deserve no less than the best.

– C.A. Thomas

Share yourself with me.

Share yourself with me. Allow your life to become apart of me. Exchanging our hesitations, replacing with similar vibrations we identify by the flow of our language. Share your yourself with me, the frustrations and tears you’ve hidden in fear of me thinking of you differently. What if I shared my love with you, revealing my heartaches and frustrations to you? Would you stay and feel obliged in healing a writer’s craft? Or would you abandon our page with only blue lines to ignore? Share yourself with me, so I can explore the true vessel of you in the form of something real, something sincere with such meaningful purpose.

Share yourself with only me….. cause I’m stingy like that.

– C.A. Thomas

Dancing In The Rain.

Let’s try something different. Take my hand as I guide us toward the rain. As the drops seep beneath our pores, inhaling life’s cycle as the water begins moving in motion with our bodies colliding. The sky is flickering, adrenaline rushing, afraid of lightning possibly ruining our chance of writing our signatures amongst the gentleness of grass beneath our toes. Hold me as I kiss you, tender you with all my love of warmth eager to be released. Follow me, grab me into the darkness of the unknown. Savor me till our taste forms the unforgettable taste of rain.

Dance with me.

– C.A. Thomas

Catch Me

Falling hard is how I’m feeling lately. My knees have weakened, even in practicing different stances to keep my balance. I can easily recollect on the good I’ve done but I’m falling, still losing a balance I once believed set in stone. If I were caught I’d embrace the capturer, soaking in tears I never knew were there, staring in a pair of eyes I never knew were watching, hearing a soft voice my ears have yet to earn. Catch me so I’ll become yours, teach me in understanding the ways of you, adoring you, loving you, appreciating every part of you that’ll intensify my inquisitive.

Catch me, hold onto me.

– C.A. Thomas