For the one I love…my sweet baby girl …Jolie Elise Ramos 07/07/07
Frank, Maggie and I are participating in the “March of Dimes” walk in Melbourne Fl. on 05/02/09. This walk is in honor of our baby girl Jolie Elise Ramos… whom I delivered on 07/07/07 and shortly thereafter was taken straight back to heaven…below are words that I wrote to be read at her memorial and a poem that I wrote just for our little Jolie…
in truth…for words there are none…our lives forever changed by one moment…forever changed by Jolie Elise Ramos…
You can donate in support of our walk for the fight against pre-mature infant mortality …please see links posted below poem
words from memorial:
for in all the wonderments and miracles of God…that I may know true love…
…that the words soul mate would resonate so astoundingly through my entire being…
for God does truly know the desires of my heart…that he bless me with a man so tender and loving as Franklin…
so- my heart did stall as I awoke to find my arms empty the morning after my Jolie passed away…
naive and foolish to have once believed that “I would never experience a broken heart again”…
but what do I believe ... whether it is a thought that has been placed in my mind to provide me strength or not....I believe Joile's life was more than an incident...a routine of life that failed completion mistakenly...rather, I believe that her journey here from heaven and back again is so much more...something much like a symbol...and not a mere coincidence that her numbers are the Lords...7-07-07...as for the purpose and meaning behind all of this ...my heart seems to tell me it is something far greater than my human mind can interpret....it is only from within my spirit, that one day.... this truth shall be revealed...
as it was told to me, “DEATH CANNOT TAKE AWAY FROM US THE THINGS THAT NEVER DIE”
to this I hold dear…
I would not trade ALL of this pain…
to forsake the one moment that changed our lives forever….
Jolie Elise Ramos, we will love through eternity, this- my baby girl is our promise…
just like I tell your Daddy …forever and ever…AMEN
love you forever,
mommy and daddy
poem for Jolie:
Jolie Elise Ramos
07/07/07
On my chest this pendant lay
in place of the sweetest breath
and oh my breath …yes… taken away
from the touch of her fingertips
my soul- to the depths
of which my heart knew never to find
to the deepest, most silent carvings
from the most divine
to know you-my love
as our spirits danced and sang
you are always just as part of me –
so this heart of mine to be lain….
-mommy
It is impossible for me to do this dedication for Jolie without mention of another one of God’s miracles….we were unbelievably blessed enough to have another baby girl…she is unquestionably the greatest gift I have ever received…she is beautiful, healthy and remarkable in every way!
MARCH OF DIMES info:
I am very excited to be a part of March for Babies, please support my participation by making a donation.
Why March for Babies? Because the March of Dimes champions the needs of moms and babies in our community and across the nation. The money we raise for March for Babies will help:
- support all-important research offering preventions and solutions for babies born too soon or with birth defects- educate women on things they can do to increase their chances of having a healthy baby- provide comfort and information to families with a newborn in intensive care- push for newborn screening and health insurance for all pregnant women and children
Won't you please help me in this worthy cause? Contributing to my walk online is fast, easy and secure. You can donate directly from my personal webpage with a credit card or PayPal. If you prefer, I can also accept cash or check. Just click the appropriate box on my webpage.My personal web page address for donations is ...
http://www.marchforbabies.org/poppin55
Would you like to see what March for Babies is and why I'm walking?Click http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5P_dFD0J47I to see the video.
The March of Dimes mission is to improve the health of babies by preventing birth defects, premature birth, and infant mortality.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
of worth for smaller matters--©2009
of worth for smaller matters
and time did fly
on by, on by
for I saw it once a top the hill
there tall, standing still
and moment glared if not fixed just right
for all the matters small and high
a climb to be the scented core
and fall there upon my moutains sword
and time did fly
on by, on by
for I saw it once a top the hill
there tall, standing still
and moment glared if not fixed just right
for all the matters small and high
a climb to be the scented core
and fall there upon my moutains sword
Friday, April 24, 2009
"Friday Night Fish Fry" series...this ain't Macy Gray
By the Hand-©2009
Chorus:
Oh Baby-won’t you take me, take ma by the hand
Baby won’t you take me-take me while you can
Oh baby-won’t you take me, take me by the hand
I’ll be your lovin’ woman-if you’ll be my lovin’ man
Vs:
Born on these crossroads
Born in the middle of the night
Grew up fast for reasons-
that still keep me a little girl inside
Tryin’ to get over –to where them lights-
They shine out the night
I’ve been run round, cheated on
Ran down, and a beat on to long
Yeah theirs just pickin’s in this hand full of seeds that I’ve thrown-
You know I messed round and got messed on
But oh darlin –won’t you take me home
Like a little girl-oh I’m just looking for love
Chorus
Vs:
There’s a black sky above me
Ain’t no twinkling in sight
Done wished out them fallin’ stars-
Ran past them shootin’ skies
And you know I ‘s just callin’-
Callin’ your name
Since you left darlin it done seem-
Like a million years went and came
I’ve been run round, cheated on
Ran down, and a beat on to long
Yeah theirs just pickin’s in this hand full of seeds that I’ve thrown-
You know I messed round and got messed on
But oh darlin –won’t you take me home
Like a little girl-oh I’m just looking for love
Chorus:
Oh Baby-won’t you take me, take ma by the hand
Baby won’t you take me-take me while you can
Oh baby-won’t you take me, take me by the hand
I’ll be your lovin’ woman-if you’ll be my lovin’ man
Vs:
Born on these crossroads
Born in the middle of the night
Grew up fast for reasons-
that still keep me a little girl inside
Tryin’ to get over –to where them lights-
They shine out the night
I’ve been run round, cheated on
Ran down, and a beat on to long
Yeah theirs just pickin’s in this hand full of seeds that I’ve thrown-
You know I messed round and got messed on
But oh darlin –won’t you take me home
Like a little girl-oh I’m just looking for love
Chorus
Vs:
There’s a black sky above me
Ain’t no twinkling in sight
Done wished out them fallin’ stars-
Ran past them shootin’ skies
And you know I ‘s just callin’-
Callin’ your name
Since you left darlin it done seem-
Like a million years went and came
I’ve been run round, cheated on
Ran down, and a beat on to long
Yeah theirs just pickin’s in this hand full of seeds that I’ve thrown-
You know I messed round and got messed on
But oh darlin –won’t you take me home
Like a little girl-oh I’m just looking for love
Monday, April 20, 2009
with this you can count on me -©2009
Like a line I follow-when I’m the straight bend…do count on me –to come to an end
Slighter and lighter and less surrounding-and choking and stretching and un-astounding
I’m only one thing and I’m only one turn-and I’m the only one left with sticks to burn
Run out your vigor and restore your pain -and make it so we count on this …over and over again
Fine –so your delightful yet brittle to touch-underscored with burgundy wine and sorrow and such
Hold yourself together –your holes do not seep out that buried grain-only flushing particle pieces from a less than partial day
And that you are –and this I am –and that I wish to be-
Over and over and over again - and with this you can count on me.
Slighter and lighter and less surrounding-and choking and stretching and un-astounding
I’m only one thing and I’m only one turn-and I’m the only one left with sticks to burn
Run out your vigor and restore your pain -and make it so we count on this …over and over again
Fine –so your delightful yet brittle to touch-underscored with burgundy wine and sorrow and such
Hold yourself together –your holes do not seep out that buried grain-only flushing particle pieces from a less than partial day
And that you are –and this I am –and that I wish to be-
Over and over and over again - and with this you can count on me.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
for all these things that i have done ©2009
for once i believed that just as I feel ...
so you too would feel-
and as I imagined...so you too could imagine-
for twas not a mirror that I was engaged...
no but a self....
a self- i thought could be similar to mine-
does not anger speak...
does not silence speak...
does not sadness speak...
does not harshness speak...
does not time speak...
does not fear speak...
do not WORDS speak
for not memories-
for not laughter-
for not dreams-
for not me
for not me
there is less of me without you
and there is me....
there is still me...
for not my heart staken-
i would know other means
...it is just a heart
and so does not LOVE speak
so you too would feel-
and as I imagined...so you too could imagine-
for twas not a mirror that I was engaged...
no but a self....
a self- i thought could be similar to mine-
does not anger speak...
does not silence speak...
does not sadness speak...
does not harshness speak...
does not time speak...
does not fear speak...
do not WORDS speak
for not memories-
for not laughter-
for not dreams-
for not me
for not me
there is less of me without you
and there is me....
there is still me...
for not my heart staken-
i would know other means
...it is just a heart
and so does not LOVE speak
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Mud Slide Ridin' ©2009
We’re older now and this means something
we’ll make a move even if it stands for nothing
Don’t see much when you’re conditioned
Don’t see much ‘cept repetition
Didn’t want to have this conversation
you tellin’ me of our digression
My eyes their fair and somewhat blinded
I just do what I do and hope you don’t mind it
cause you can’t hear much when you’re talkin’
not much of a view the direction your walkin’
Don’t wanna try and understand this
we’re so dignified just entertain us
Modern man you look so easy
Common man you act so sleezy
Hard luck and consequence is what you’re made from
but your mind of will and inherited skill … you have abandoned
By and by always so taken
live with an identity you wish you were fakin’
in my palm –I captured time that’s raining
but we have no cause, and we’re just waiting
better days they have awakened
but all of our wins we have forsaken
we don’t stand alone, and we’re not divided
we’ve all sat down and there’s a mud slide ridin’
we’ll make a move even if it stands for nothing
Don’t see much when you’re conditioned
Don’t see much ‘cept repetition
Didn’t want to have this conversation
you tellin’ me of our digression
My eyes their fair and somewhat blinded
I just do what I do and hope you don’t mind it
cause you can’t hear much when you’re talkin’
not much of a view the direction your walkin’
Don’t wanna try and understand this
we’re so dignified just entertain us
Modern man you look so easy
Common man you act so sleezy
Hard luck and consequence is what you’re made from
but your mind of will and inherited skill … you have abandoned
By and by always so taken
live with an identity you wish you were fakin’
in my palm –I captured time that’s raining
but we have no cause, and we’re just waiting
better days they have awakened
but all of our wins we have forsaken
we don’t stand alone, and we’re not divided
we’ve all sat down and there’s a mud slide ridin’
Friday, April 17, 2009
Want It All- ©2009 "You Tube song"
As I drove away
I took one last look
Back down that pebble road
That wilted path,
So many times,
Traveled to and fro-
…and maybe that’s what made me
finally realize…
there was a track
there was a tread –
a history thread within those lines
you want it all-
come on-you better take this ball and run
these peddlin streets are filled with beggars-
you dream to big you might get stoned-
You make your way-
As to imprint your soul
But… you break away
So to come back home
On a jaggered edge
As a traveler bound
- chancing all….
to have just ONE (won)
…if lightening don’t strike in the same place twice-
then why did I come…
I’m countin’ on miracles now
To get a lost girl on back home
I took one last look
Back down that pebble road
That wilted path,
So many times,
Traveled to and fro-
…and maybe that’s what made me
finally realize…
there was a track
there was a tread –
a history thread within those lines
you want it all-
come on-you better take this ball and run
these peddlin streets are filled with beggars-
you dream to big you might get stoned-
You make your way-
As to imprint your soul
But… you break away
So to come back home
On a jaggered edge
As a traveler bound
- chancing all….
to have just ONE (won)
…if lightening don’t strike in the same place twice-
then why did I come…
I’m countin’ on miracles now
To get a lost girl on back home
6'10" ©2009
standin tall, free and clear
peering over bending buildings with a foggy glare
louder than the sounding of this day
is the rattled storm inside my head
Gentle Giant slumber no more
army-like fighting inside my soul's door
Lengthy and sturdy and wearin' boots showin' spurs
only duckin' for cover from the sparks' slappin burns
Wantin' and breathin' fire from the coals
simmerin' and sweatin' to ignite what explodes
arrows like pushpins tapping through to a core
just poking through gently as if hollow before
go lightly, walk slightly or not even tightly to break through
there's lighting clappin', runnin' in my thin walking shoes
peering over bending buildings with a foggy glare
louder than the sounding of this day
is the rattled storm inside my head
Gentle Giant slumber no more
army-like fighting inside my soul's door
Lengthy and sturdy and wearin' boots showin' spurs
only duckin' for cover from the sparks' slappin burns
Wantin' and breathin' fire from the coals
simmerin' and sweatin' to ignite what explodes
arrows like pushpins tapping through to a core
just poking through gently as if hollow before
go lightly, walk slightly or not even tightly to break through
there's lighting clappin', runnin' in my thin walking shoes
Thursday, April 16, 2009
for love we do know better ©2009
of reason we know no answer
and prediction not of time
but for love we do know better
and no better than of mine
for love may not be likeness
but a kindness of a soul
and the kind that is a binding
to the only ONE I know
for if I am of HIM
then he is of me too
and all that is within me
by HIM so shall I do
and prediction not of time
but for love we do know better
and no better than of mine
for love may not be likeness
but a kindness of a soul
and the kind that is a binding
to the only ONE I know
for if I am of HIM
then he is of me too
and all that is within me
by HIM so shall I do
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
no title ©2009
there she went down the hall and my voice lingered with an echo
do you ever really know who you are until your faced with the -let go
come on now you'll let her down if by out running her she can find you
with that your faced....too damned to understand that the chase is all she's drawn to
can you find her, wrapped in the time that lost her...can you free her by holding taunt the chains that tie her
for very well you see that dreams are made by waking
and wearily to hell you go if by waking you stop dreaming
be that which you are for on purpose and with point you will discover
That be that what it may....the portrait to portray its subject and its lover
do you ever really know who you are until your faced with the -let go
come on now you'll let her down if by out running her she can find you
with that your faced....too damned to understand that the chase is all she's drawn to
can you find her, wrapped in the time that lost her...can you free her by holding taunt the chains that tie her
for very well you see that dreams are made by waking
and wearily to hell you go if by waking you stop dreaming
be that which you are for on purpose and with point you will discover
That be that what it may....the portrait to portray its subject and its lover
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
more of maggie
Maggie is 5months and I can't imagine there is anything I would do differently up to now...but there is...
as much as I held her as a newborn...I would hold her more...
for as many times as she would lay so still and beautiful upon my chest...there I would let her rest longer
for any of the milk and nourishment that I was able to provide her...I would try harder to give her more...
I would absolutely call the first 6months of a child's life ... a complete stillness and watchfulness of my own...
...have absolutely nothing to do...require no attention for the routine, hectic or daily ritualistic existence that perhaps becomes to much of who we are....and simply just be...mother and child...just be...
for dinners have 6months of hamburger helper...for cleaning -understand that there is minimal that "has" to be done...for all to soon you will have much time to occupy when your little babe begins to gain her dependence...
for now cherish her absolute and solitary need for her mommy.
as much as I held her as a newborn...I would hold her more...
for as many times as she would lay so still and beautiful upon my chest...there I would let her rest longer
for any of the milk and nourishment that I was able to provide her...I would try harder to give her more...
I would absolutely call the first 6months of a child's life ... a complete stillness and watchfulness of my own...
...have absolutely nothing to do...require no attention for the routine, hectic or daily ritualistic existence that perhaps becomes to much of who we are....and simply just be...mother and child...just be...
for dinners have 6months of hamburger helper...for cleaning -understand that there is minimal that "has" to be done...for all to soon you will have much time to occupy when your little babe begins to gain her dependence...
for now cherish her absolute and solitary need for her mommy.
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About Me
- dreamer
- Jessica Justice Ramos is a singer/songwriter from Tampa, Fl. Her fans call her the "girl" Rolling Stone...the middle American poet with a rock n roll/blues feel. An Imperfectionist as a musician but an impassioned performer and poetic writer.