07.22.08
A Simple Complexity? or a Complex Simplicity?
“It should all be so simple…but you’d rather make it hard…it’s like a battle, and we both end up with scars…” (if you don’t recognize those words…think The MisEducation of Lauren Hill). That tune is so more than appropriate right now in my life.
Drama, is it a simple complexity? or a complex simplicity? What do you do with it? where do you put it? how do you get away from it? When does it all just cease to exist and completely leave you alone…? I think never. It dies down but the effects of it seemingly linger and grab a hold of whatever is found loose in its path.
Today I am to a point where there is no more effort on my part. There is no more concern…I simply don’t care. You reap what you sow, and if the seed you are sowing is bad seed, in return you will get bad seed.
In current society it is so hard for people to own up to how their own actions have caused what exist around them. A good friend said to me…”you only know about it cuz you’re being told about it…if you remove that part of the equation, you won’t even have to hear about it…” sounds so simple, right?
I don’t know if that’s right or not…I don’t know what to believe about anything. More story has been shed to me and nothing is adding up…I have my own speculations now of what is going on and for the sake of drama going away I am going to keep them to myself. But someone is really all up in my business and I’d like them to kindly see their way out…
07.18.08
INSECURITES
07.17.08
Blessings in Disguise?
I just got done reading the most current blog post of a good friend of mine…and WOW women across the board seem to be having the same types of issues when it comes to males. I find it all to be so disheartening. And many kudos to the men out there that, for a lack of another way of putting it, “keep it REAL.”
I’ve recently been surrounded by a few women who have been so badly heart by the men they allowed to enter into their lives and that they allowed themselves to be emotionally bound to or maybe vulnerable to…I believe that is of course for a reason and maybe that reason is so that we can learn from one another’s coping methods.
I refuse to be a scorned woman…I refuse to hate the man that I allowed myself to be emotionally vulnerable to because it didn’t work out. He’s truly a good person, he just made some not so great choices in dealing with our “Friend-lationship.”
I’ve been commended by a few on how I have dealt with it all and by my choosing to remain really good friends with him. But you know the good book says to forgive and to forgive quickly…I by no means hate him…I want for him to be abundantly happy, actually. As women and men we can’t harbor ill feelings for what someone in a past relationship may or may not have done to you because it keeps you from moving on. When you fail to forgive you are only holding yourself hostage. And sorry to say that just is no good!
Women out there if you’ve been hurt count it all joy it may just have been your blessing in disguise…or maybe you were just supposed to be friends with that person and nothing more…All in all don’t beat yourself up over it or hold him in contempt for any decisions he made that had an ill effect on you…it’s not worth it.
07.15.08
More Than Just…
in my dreams, you more than, just exist
you’re more than just some worldly wish,
you are my future, you are my man
my hot coco on a rainy day, you’re
my chocolate M&M’s, my Pecan Truffle,
my cold drink of water, on any thirsty day
in my dreams you are more than just my man
you’re my love, my one day husband
My love puppy, my hope renewed
you’re handsome smile, drives me wild,
the butter to my toast, the flames
that light my fire, you’re the crown royal,
on top of my ice, I float in all that makes you
your smooth brown skin, your full sensual lips,
your strong hands and muscular build,
your natural warmth, your comforting hold,
Our love something only God can mold,
your swagger so bold, truth be told, you’re
more than just my dream, you’re a reality
I’ve seen, you’re more than I imagined to complete me
you’re more than, just…my man…
His Master Piece
it’s the deepness of his brown
the smile that draws you in,
sista, I tell you, this art work
just welcomes, even sucks
you in…
it’s the structure of his stature
the definition that sets the tone
his strength never stops
turning me on
it’s the fullness of his lips
that creates the silkiness in
my lower hips, I’m feigning him
like he’s my drug and I’m his addict
it’s the look in his eyes, when that
dark brown meets with mine,
the pureness of his soul, I see,
every time he’s looking back at me
it’s the real beauty he holds
and carries so bold, his swagger
is something sexy that words
can’t explain, when it sets in
and warms me, I’m never cold
it’s the art work of him
that creates this priceless
master piece, that all of
me recognizes him to be…
His Sexy Appeal…
From the bottom to the top
there is not one spot of him
that doesn’t make me hot
I get weak in the knees
when he breathes me in
I inhale his ectasy
when he’s near me
His strong arms pull
me in and he holds me close
he sleeps so somberly
while he intentionally holds me
when he caresses my skin
his every touch fills me with
love not lust, as I watch
him I simply take a mental
memory of him with me
From the fullness of his lips
to the definitions of his arms
from that sexy pelvic V, I know
his body is calling out to me
When he smiles, I smile
with nothing but astounding joy
if I could hold on forever
I would never let him go
he and I would be together
loving one another until
the end of forever…
07.07.08
An Illusion of Confusion
Confusion, please let this just be an illusion
but reality brings to me with sincerity, not
clarity that what I see and what I feel is so
real…unimagined, unaware, what is it that
makes you have to be so…
Lacking, sent packing and all so you could
feel that what you’ve lost is just a thought
moved forward without finishing what
you started, before, and now you can’t ignore
It’s yesterdays past, but so strongly today’s
present and on the past I wrote to you
a dear John letter that I thought would
bring light and make things bright
but the subject matter so tattered and
old it seems even more now so bold
because the things I share are not things
untold but things you’ve made my reality
when you made it a point to disappoint
yourself and more over me
I’m glad you see, & to not be she
as I know I don’t have to compete
with uncertainty to this confusion that’s
really not just an illusion
but an intrusion on my minds eye
for the heart never lies
and what was thought to be
an illusion is just your
confusion over chosen what’s
really all just…simply put
a bold faced illusion
for you needed a conclusion…
