If Oprah Could Hear My Words: A journey Through Life

By Wade F. Wilson

Five chapters, five key elements of life: LOVE (The Heart), HEARTBREAK (The Tear), ANGUISH (The Flame), BLISS (The Sun), & WISDOM (The Eye). A journey through life is one we all share, the experience may differ but the emotions are all the same. This book explores every aspect of me, from falling in love for the first time to losing it all.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wade F. Wilson
• Release date: Oct 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781736129418

Wade F. Wilson

Wade F. Wilson was born in Oakland Ca. He moved to Los Angeles in 2005 and pursued a now prospering career in entertainment. He wrote and produced his first original stage play in 2010 entitled: Inside The Mind of Me. In 2015 he earned the opportunity to work alongside Spike Lee in the video game (NBA 2K16) and in his feature film (Chiraq) on Amazon. Wilson can also be seen guest-starring in seasons three & four of Netflix's hit show Dear White People. Content with his developing career as an actor, Wade wants to now build himself as an author because aside from acting, writing has been another deepening passion of his.

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If Oprah Could Hear My Words

A Journey Through

LIFE

If Oprah Could Hear My Words

A Journey Through

LIFE

Copyright © 2020 Wade F. Wilson

All rights reserved.

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the author.

First Edition 2020

Cover & interior design by Nikola Baburski

Edited by Jim Martyka & Porsché Mysticque Steele

Portraits by Matt Kallish

Photography by Lavinia Aghakhani

ISBN 978-1-7361294-0-1 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-7361294-1-8 (e-book)

ISBN 978-1-7361294-2-5 (Hardcover)

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my mother and my father whom I love very much. They have been and always will be my greatest inspiration.

Honorable Mention

Albert William Miller, the man who gave me the confidence as a young boy to write. All it took was a moment of inspiration, a borrowed pen, a napkin, and belief.

Table of Contents

Preface

Chapter 1: Love

If Oprah Could Hear My Words - Cor

Love Is a One-Way Street

The Distance

Digital, My Fantasy

Amor A Traves De Las Millas

Wireless, but Loved

Still Dreaming of You

Melt

She Is the Color

Your Guitar

Repeated Thoughts

Is This Love Too?

Be Mine

Long Kiss Goodbye

Unreal Beauty

My Flower

My One. My Only. You.

If Our Chains Were Broken

Sunshine and Moonlight

All Encompassing Love

My Mother’s Love

Turning Point

Daydream

The Planet Behind Your Eyes

Gaea

Without You

Real Love

Kiss from a Rose

Blue Moon

Craving Your Curves

Never Let You Go

Don’t Stop

Of Heart and Mind

The Things I Do for Love

Puppy Love

Where My Heart Gets Its Color

The Proposal

Defining YouMe

The Greatest Love

Taurus & Pisces

Above My Own Depths

Be Not Afraid of Love

When She Looks at Me

My Final Wish

Chapter 2: Heartbreak

If Oprah Could Hear My Words - Lacrimam

Simply Be Loved

One + One =

No Hope

Light of 1000 Angels

Cry Me a River

I Lost You

Who?

The Hand Dipped in Red

The Things I Did

Puppet

Never Mine

Ripped

My Wasted Kiss

Book of Mine

By the River

Does Love Last Forever?

Haunted Heart

Fire

I Thought I’d Found You

Unforgettable

What It Means to See

Broken Love

Stupid Cupid

Never Cry Again

A Man Made of Ice

Beneath These Golden Lights

Mistress

Trust Me

I Am Not a Monster

I Deserve

Giving up on Love

Fish of Plenty

When We Fight

A Bee Without Nectar

The Cheated Turned Cheater

Losing My First Love

Beautifully Blinded

Distrust

Disgust

Deserted in an Insta

Holding on to Nothing

Songbird

The Timid Turtle

Lotus Flower

Chapter 3: Anguish

If Oprah Could Hear My Words - Flamma

The Anguish of Living

An Angry Man

Words Worth

Into the Dark Woods

How Is It to Die?

Death

Losing Brothers

Not Enough Tears

Withering Pride

Attempted Murder

Deceiver

My War

Without Answers

This Mad World

Death with Mortal Eyes

Lurking Shadows

Forms of Evil

Faceless

Cluttered Mind

In Memory of Butterflies

Media in White

-ism

His Hands

Addiction

A Conversation

Generation Ωmega

Fallen Stars

The Section That Night Covers

Sickness

We Walk a Thin Line

Hatred Dream

Beggar’s Story

Grandfather Clock

Blackest Book of Apathy

My Darkness

It Is You I Live Through

Reminisce a Younger Me

Confused

Becoming the Comparison

I Am My Own Worst Enemy

Nothing

Over, River the Nile

Just Another Brother

Chapter 4: Bliss

If Oprah Could Hear My Words - Solis

5MEO

Women and the Happiness of Men

6-String Guitar

The Quest of a Passionate Flower

Reading My Book

Dare I Lust for Derrière

All the World’s a Stage

Poetry

That’s My Jam

Family Tree

Looking for Adventure

A Supper for One

Hiss of Snake and Letter X

Pedal to The Metal

A Simple Dream

Her Hands

A Greater Bond

The Good Life

Rain Falls

Letter of Forgiveness

Social Networking

Master Debater of Self & Self-Pleasure

Devouring Desire

In Pursuit of Destiny

Ability of God

This Present Moment

Candid

Appreciate Your Real Self

Strand

Without a Phone

Steady Drifting

Slumber

Giving

Can You Stand the Rain?

Sunshine

Burn the Dark Clouds Away

Teddy Tie: A Lifelong Friend

Happiness Through You

Home Again

Grateful

Chapter 5: Wisdom

If Oprah Could Hear My Words - Tertia Oculus

#Black

Coppola

Courtship

The Ship of Theseus

Between Fear and Courage

We Are the Voices of Mice and Men

Children of the Yard

The Paradox of Imperfection and Perfection

We Are in This Together

Every Death Is a SuperNova

The Man with Many Arms

Power of Mind, Power of Us

My Future Son Asks

Forged in Fire

My Gift

Wade’s Ozymandias

Starting Again

Mankind Was Given

Conformity

Essence of Time

As the Dominoes Fall

When They Say Impossible

Good and Evil Illusions

Candle Lights

Material Things

The Hardest Thing to Do

Images on Fire

Everything Happens and There Is A Reason

Destiny Is Known in Silence

Our Digital World

Right Now

Grey

Reincarnation

Schrödinger’s Cat

The All

Way Back

The Result of Holding On

Dipped in Gold

The Scope of Blackness

I Run With You

My Poem for the World

About the Author

Preface

Before this wonderful adventure begins, allow me to answer that burning question of yours: Why on earth did he title his book after Oprah? Truth be told––and I know it’s cliché––it allcame to me in a dream. As far back as I can remember, I grew up watching Oprah with my mom. I’m grateful for that time because although I was young and many of the topics were heavy, my mother would invite me to watch with her. As an adult looking back, I have to say it was brilliant of my mother to allow me to sit with her and watch a show that discussed all aspects of human life. My mother and I could converse for hours about an episode. This strengthened our bond, deepened our love, and secured a lifelong friendship. I was a lucky young man because where I grew up, many of my peers didn’t even have a mom and technically I had two. Not only did I have a strong, influential, powerfully loving black woman whom I admired living at home. But here was this other woman of color, one of only a few positive figures I could look up to on television, and one who inspired millions. Fast forward to my college years. I had earned the nickname Many Hats because I wanted to be great at everything… so I tried to do everything. With each passing year, I had a new endeavor. I was all over the place, be it art, science, or business. No matter what I was doing, when my mom would call to check up on me, she’d say, Wade…why don’t you reach out to Oprah? Maybe she can help you. She’s always helping folks. Being a realist, I never gave it serious thought. In my mind, it was, Mom, do you realize how many people inundate her email asking for help? It’s a silly idea and would never ever happen to me…right? And then, in the dream I had, it happened! This book was already written and a published work. Over time, the book made its way into Oprah’s hands. She read it and she loved it. I was told that the book and other endeavors that sprang to life from this moment healed the lives of others. Upon waking, I knew in my heart of hearts I needed to make that dream a reality, even if that meant only finishing the book. We live in a world today that loves to glorify this idea of being self-made, succeeding for yourself by yourself. I disagree. I don’t believe success, no matter how big or small, is achieved alone. Everyone needs a little bit of help and sometimes all it takes is one yes from the right person. The title If Oprah Could Hear My Words begs the question, if someone influential wanted to hear what you had to say, what would it be? If that person opened the door for you, what would you have prepared? What would you accomplish? What impact would you have in the world? After giving it much thought, I’ve started to take my mother’s question seriously. What if Oprah could hear my words? Would anything ever come of it? The answer is, I don’t know, the possibilities are endless. What I do know is that my journey begins here with all of you. I am an open book, sharing a vulnerable piece of me with a vulnerable part of you. Through this medium we are now friends, we are now kin, we are now linked. During the last episode of her talk show, Oprah said in closing, but I will say to start, From you whose names I will never know, I learned what LOVE is.

Chapter 1: Love

Cor

If Oprah could hear my words, she would know I am a man written in love, written in the ways innocence is given at birth or the complexity that is the fabric of touch.

If Oprah could hear my words, she would hear a voice looking to hug the ears of those who will listen, speak to rising hearts of man, woman, and child about love and its intentions.

Phonically recite reasons as to why this profound feeling is divine in meaning.

That we seek for what we have already found, thus unknowingly continue seeking.

If Oprah could hear my words, she would know I am a man written in love.An illustrated poem giving voice to a soul otherwise unspoken, bringing forth my truth self-silenced but now chosen.

If Oprah could hear my words, she would hear me amongst the waves, crashing against every corner, crevice and concave.

Rippling out and bonding one instant or the smallest measurement of time, so small, we’ve missed it.

If Oprah could hear my words, she would know we carry identical names, we are all pieces of illustrated poetry and we are all beautifully framed.

It is what ties us to everything, I believe it is our fate.

We are all love, we are the same, we are the human race.

Love Is a One-Way Street

Who said pain is love and love is pain? Because I must protest this, love does not understand pain & pain knows not what love is.

Love is a one-way street and the direction it moves is pure and sweet.

Like rushing rapids, I smile while caught in its tide, the feeling, the sensations beyond what I can describe, but still I try.

It’s pleasure uplifting, splendor sending, everything on a destination down a one-way street. Hearts in romance, rhythmic to harmonious beat, when pain arrives, it’s the lover who drifted off onto the wrong road I speak.

The lovers who choose to jump on the downward spiral, will wallow in sorrow and point blame at crimson red.

However, love is a one-way street and only tried giving direction for the lovers to find their way back to their feet.

So, you see, to live in love is to take part in the divine, pain can only be invited, it’s not yours or mine.

So, who said pain is love and love is pain?

Because I must protest this, love does not understand pain & pain knows not what love is.

Love is a one-way street and it’s on this path we are free.

The Distance

In my mind, your presence lingers.

When I rest these dreary eyes, I hold fast to memories that tickle my heart and ease the soul at night.

I count each heartbeat as they stir images of our moments together into dreams.

In the distance I reach, hoping you are somewhere reaching back.

In the distance I stare, wishing to see you, wishing you could see me too.

When I stand alone, I imagine you here with me.

When I listen to the seas, I swear it is you speaking to me.

Into the distance I yell, my feelings taking to currents like tidal waves.

Leaving me behind to wonder; did they receive them?

Did my calling ever crash against their shore and will I ever have more?

I awake tomorrow only for the chance I may have to see you.

Looking into the distance, our future I may not know.

However, with you, I am willing, no matter how far we may go.

With these hands I support the legs of a broken bridge, waiting for the moment you walk across it.

Anxiously anticipating the chance of release.

Time is of the essence and the time we have is short. I grasp every second and treasure them into my chest, I treasure them deep, before being flung back into the distance.

Flung from gentle kiss and passions that bring me to life.

So, embrace me now, take this moment and make it ours.

Mystical memories that can be felt in the distance, seen in the distance, heard in the distance.

Through distance of time, distance of thought and distance of space.

Feel our love beating, calculating the sum, welding the distance between us, until the time we can finally be one.

Digital, My Fantasy

Once upon a time through the internet, two souls found each other and then connected.

It started off as play, an online crush from far away.

But something shined through, so strong,

we could feel it.

I passed off my heart through seven single digits.

Not long after, my phone rang.

When I heard her voice, my heart sang.

She didn’t know I knew, but it had to be, the woman on the other line I wanted madly.

Our bond is thick, like the base of a tree and every leaf is an extension of how our love is free.

I never questioned how we bonded so perfectly.

Although she’s