INSPIRED by “For the love of Isis”

•February 26, 2013 • 1 Comment

This is great poetry!!! written and sung, causes to think and feel crave and despise, wondering why

But then I realize that since so many have eyes that do not see and ears that do not hear, well then

Why be surprised to find that they have hearts that do not Love.

They may

Look like Love

Talk like Love

Smell like Love

Or sometimes even feel like Love

But they can’t find it within themselves or I can’t find it in them

To Love me like I need and want to be Loved.

There is an inferior love which holds me

And holds me down.

Which satisfies in only one way

When I need more!

There is me,

From different angles and positions, that is another but still me

And I need. I

Too many hope of what I can be to them but can’t see all the mes( !?!);

That are “One”.

While I need, you are concentrating on satisfying your hungries

I starve.

You are too selfish to see me

And unable to Love me!?!!!

See What You Started in ME ?!!!


Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 02/26/13 @ 2:25 am

Questions in My Sleep

•February 22, 2013 • 1 Comment by Sue Dreamwalker

 She quoted a phrase: “F-E-A-R= Feeling Excited And Ready”

“…The Book is entitled “ When Everything Changes, Change Everything” by Neale Donald Walsch, a book about the very nature of change and how life itself works, it reveals why change happens and speaks of the many changes we are each experiencing and seeing occurring and how we can change our experience through altering our perception of change. Which many now are doing…”

At 0228 hrs 02/22/2013, I awoke from a not so relaxing sleep and after tossing long enough to give myself a headache, I sought out my phoenix-in-a-circle-hi
Creator, inquiring.  The thoughts and assignments that are on my to-do list were not satisfying so I set them on the shelf of procrastination to face later. After preparing a cup of coffee, figuring as I so often do, to start the day earlier; I sat down to my computer and was drawn or led to my family of Kindred Spirit.  And befitting as her name implies, Sue Dreamwalker stepped so carefully into my soul and from my alpha thoughts she sweep away the white noise and freed me from the chaos of a self imposed prison of random thoughts. As those dusty thoughts fell away, revealed to me for the first time was a myriad of alpha thoughts woven into spiraling bands coursing around the interior of my skull on varied axis’  with a glowing light source in the center pulsating with every one of my heart beats. And from somewhere outside of me came an understanding that every spiraling cord was the genesis, maturing and demise of every thought that I have and have had. Still unknown to me or unsure am I as to what is that pulsating light in the center? Could it be that each of us is a phoenix of sorts and the bands of thoughts follow the circle of life. The many thoughts born in the core of our being live and die; some before reaching maturity and thus become trash floating around in our brain? While others are fire-rays-spiral_gg4469495metamorfosised into actions applauded or regretted?  All I know for sure is that I feel the sun rising within me as my eyes see the darkness watching from the other side of the window pane. Is it possible that my ego is stirring from its sleep while my id is laying down to rest? I  thank the Dreamwalker for this revelation for insight is not easily arrived at.  To think that the many words twirling around the maelstrom of possibilities could fall into that core and be reborn as a poem or prose or even feelings.

Dreamwalker                                                                                                                                                           by

Sammie Carter                                                                                                                                                                                     copyright 02/22/2013


•January 14, 2013 • Leave a Comment


When was the lie born (?)

When he said, “I love you”

Or when you heard him say: “I Love You”.

My Abused Heart

My Abused Heart

I ask you this,

Can Love be born so swift (?)

Do you lie when you say that you search for that right someone

Or when you chose to open the portals of your soul to  someone (?)

Did you believe what he said?

Or did you simply want to believe what he said as if true.

It would seem that we that are most worthy wait the loneliest

And realize too oft  in advance that to compromise our worth should be so painful.

How do we know that a statement of  love is Love; 

And not simply an effort to satisfy a search for orgasmic bliss (?)

Bliss so oft short-lived and does not so oft fulfill.

Which is the lie;

Not only

But the greatest lie (?)

When he or she promises to fulfill or

When she or he chooses to believe that this ones’  Soul speaks truth (?)

I dare  romance to say:

“To thine self be truth”

For if it can not  be done by You

THEN By Whom?

Copyrighted 01/13/2013 @ 7:58 pm

Eyes Wide Open

•December 31, 2012 • 4 Comments

I’ve said the same (, just another way

What will it take to learn to wait?

This addicktion will leave you not worthy of that you seek!

The quest is to control this interface between heaven and hell;

for we are an angel falling, imprisoned in a cell of flesh.

What is it to be and become that which I/we was or were and can again be?

Since we have gleaned that tree, what is it to know when I don’t understand or understand when I don’t comprehend?

This, after all is a school through which you must matriculate and then what





Sammie L. Carter

Copyright Monday 12/31/12 0752hrs


•November 19, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Well said as you feel it;
So die to
This world’s way of thinking,
Seeing, feeling understanding and never comprehending.
That there are two lives we will live;
To one we must die
And to the other be true.
It is to that one that is in the image and likeness
That most can not touch
But I have
And all that you see I’ve found
But not realized in this flesh completely
For they that hold to this physical do corrupt all that
I can touch, taste and feel.

Then I died to all that disappoints me
I now live to a reality in which I have not obtained all
But enough to not doubt that I can
And will obtain all that we crave and dream-
Plus much more.

To all that I’ve died I do not miss
And it no longer frustrates me
And with that freedom I sore
So high above and beyond the limitations
That this flesh would entangle me.

Join Me

Sammie L. Carter
Copyright 19 Sept 2012

Somethng New or Different

•September 7, 2012 • Leave a Comment

Why desire different, that created perfect in all of it diversity.

A man or woman by acceptable definition,

Needs a partner that does not allow less than their best

To represent as one;

An avatar of the truth as designed.

Challenge me my love,

Remind me of your bliss

And challenge me to keep up

As we strive

A goal that need not be the same

Although our path or paths are not destined 2-B-1.

Move your hips

Part  your lips

Move your feet;

Dangle that carrot, don’t miss a beat.

Don’t stop nor stray along the way

In this trek to perfection

There must be no delay.

As we travel this earthen plan

We hope to find a friend that will with us walk,

Our paths being the same

And for a helpmate to strive with us as one;

As spirits bound.

Can they be just one?

Yes, but most often not.

When 2=1


Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 20April 2012

I’ve Learned Something

•August 29, 2012 • Leave a Comment

I’ve learned in my few years that most folk want the same thing(s)

But not realizing that for that they wish to receive,

They must give or share with each other

But too often that we want,

We desire to possess more of than the others

So we give less in order to possess more,

In case we fail to receive enough to count as more?

We often receive gifts that are more than we need

And the surplus is to be shared if not given

But we refuse,

Then wonder why the gift spoiled before it matured.

We fail to realize that to whom much is given, much is required

If not to give away the abundance then to share that not needed.

For giving is to comprehend what is the gift

And to share is to  plant seed(s)  expecting a future harvest.

I’ve learned in my few years that most folk want the same thing(s)

But not realizing that for that they wish to receive,

They must give or share with each other

But too often that we want,

We desire to possess more of than the others

So we give less in order to possess more,

In case we fail to receive enough to count as more.

Only to receive some-thing that we did not expect.

A weed that grows with all gifts, it is called




Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 29 Aug 2012

The sun shines

•August 6, 2012 • Leave a Comment

upon mountains grand and small;

Glaciers that resemble dirty white frocks

that peep their age as they cry

tears the size of rain drops

that etch deep furrows in their stately phi sod

And wash away sleep and dander the size of boulders

from their all have been seen eyes.

Even they

Live and die

Laugh and cry

Learn contentment then dismay


The sun shines on upon their unaffected composure

And I wonder;

Will their place at the table of life be remembered?

Will anyone recount their birth,

Those mistakes they made?

Those bad decisions of adolescence

Or even their graduation into adulthood?

Will anyone recount their wisdom earned

Or their advice spurned?

The facts we will remember are that they are simply dirt;

Spewed out by this living thing called planet earth

Blown by the wind swept up by the rain and washed away by glacial rivers

Created by tears of regret that flow so freely down those

Facial furrows etch over a life time upon their stately brow;

Then to Be Forgotten


Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 12Aug2012 1032hrs


•July 25, 2012 • Leave a Comment


Fear enslaves the mind

The Free yield their freedom

Being crushed by the weight of challenge

A mind is suffocating in doubt

A seed grows

But does not live

Flames prove the vessel

From the ashes of frustration

Freedom is Reborn



Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 7/25/12 Wed.228hrs

You are Special!!!

•July 23, 2012 • Leave a Comment

“Very Inspiring Blogger” Award.

Obi-Wan Shinobi x

I have nominated you for the “Very Inspiring Blogger” Award. You can read my post on how I got mine, and what you have to do at

“The Very Inspiring Blogger”

To my sup prize,  I’ve been nominated for this the “Very Inspiring Blogger” Award by  Shit3g3ist, to whom I am eternally grateful. Thank you!

We are Kindred Spirits and within us was planted the same seeds but it is the environment in which we are established that often distracts us from caring for that or those potential garden (s). Which seeds do you see in you and me? Dare I urge you to spend more time on certain seed (s) seeds that I see? I hope you care enough to point out my failings; I will honor your opinion.

The rules:

  1. Display the award logo somewhere on the blog
  2. Link back to the blog of the person who nominated you.
  3. State 7 things about yourself
  4. Nominate 15 other bloggers for the award and provide links to their blogs
  5. Notify those bloggers that they have been nominated and of the award’s requirements

7 Facts About Myself:

  1. I am forever  learning.
  2. I am a song and I hope to be  sang.
  3. I  am a story that I hope will be read.
  4. I was born in a place that no longer exist.
  5. I survived growing up n Detroit City.
  6. I am old enough to regret yet young enough to hope.
  7. I am Love and I hope to be shared

To the bloggers I nominate for this award:

I nominate you all for you are indeed my inspiration.  You keep me real, focused and cognoscent of the seeds within me. We are a garden planted by the master gardener to be a family; Kindred Spirits are We:




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