Text Tuesdays – Blue Lines Prose – “next to me”

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there you are next to me
asleep?
Awake?
I don’t know
Ever since you left that spark
I have not been the same
I’m afraid to give you my heart, but I will
Your afraid to give me yours, will you?
Will you?
Will you?
Please do
There you are next to me
But so far away
Awake?
Thinking?
Asleep?
I don’t know
Here I am next to you
But so far away
Mind racing
Praying for sleep

Blue Lines Blog – Prose – Two (2) Rings

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Blue Lines, Conversation, Insomnia, Key Yemaya Walker, poetry, Prose, Rebuild, Two (2) Rings

This was predicated by insomnia two days ago. I had to recreate something based on the vague memory of the elements that I had no ability to write. This is not really for the world to understand, and is very cryptic, but if you can, more power to you.

Two (2) Rings
KS 12/13/11

She wanted to talk,
She asked to hear my voice,
She asked how I did it,
I refrained from the past,
What was it like,
I said that was private,
How did you ask,
I sighed,
Was it platinum,
I averted,
She asked if there was a smile,
My silence because my honesty was all for her,
Yes she cried,
Lightly – I said that was not you,
All she wanted to know was my words,
I was silent,
Did the sun shine – did it,
For you,

Blue Lines Blog – Musings, Writing, and the Such

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Blue Lines, California, Insomnia, Kenneth Suffern Jr, Key Yemaya Walker, Keypsiia, Keypsiia Walker, Sacramento, Sam Adams, Sushi, Thrive ATL, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

First, I have to say, my (female) cousin is trying to get us to bust some guns…I’d actually listen to her, lol.
Rather than repost, and rehash some of my original posts, I thought to give an enlightened 2011 view of things. Currently, I am in the final personal revision stage (because I have some limited material, and some material to delete) and then it will go off to a professional editor, for the final edits.

Honestly, to carry on yesterday’s theme, Blue Lines is my child. I have never officially pushed my manuscript to be published, because I was not ready for my child/daughter/son to leave. However, Blue Lines, has been previously been delivered to and editor. Granted at that time, the only current copyright from my manuscript was for the original 21 page work, not that current version or any of the original artwork (that has since, been updated).

None-the-less, I will set the scene for the first foray in publishing for Blue Lines. It was in 2009, around the same time that the organization the Atlanta [#####] that I was working for hit their first major milestone.

Circa August/September 2009 over fresh sushi a Sam Adams and wine at Thrive ATL.
“What do you do in your free time, when you’re not working for the [#####], [#####], or consulting in Los Angeles for the [######],” she asked.
“I write,” I simply smiled.
“About,” she asked interested, because we were friends, I was willing to embellish to some point.
“Well, I’m working on four manuscripts, however, I’ve begun finalizing a manuscript I began in 1998.”
“What is it about,” she continued, genuinely interested.