Distinctly Distinctable

By distinction I’m weak for
The softness the fullness
How sweetly kissable
Those lips are…

By Distinction electricity
Shocks me when magically
You kiss me

By distinction blindly
I’ll tell you just whose
Distinctly recognizable
Lips just kissed me

By Distinction your kisses
Magically arouse me
Making me feel distinctly
Things no other mans kisses
Have ever made me feel

Advertisements

Like Wind

With caution I hesitate
To instruct caution to you
As moving forward seems
To be an illusion, yea I think
That’s my conclusion

Grasping for emotional
Comfort, emotional release
And relief, wanting to share
My abundance while
Being cautioned to move
Slowly when emotionally
I’m not sure that’s really me

Cautioned to not feel dejected
Or rejected even emotionally
Objec-ti-fied so supplied
With caution I hesitate
To emotionally consummate
The feelings I could be
Feeling cause my caution
Cannot be gone like the wind

Impartial

Impartially I see you to be
all that is partial to me
I can’t believe your blind
to see all that’s wonderful
within me

Figuratively you abandon
me for what you think to
be something more than
what your eyes do really see

I impose on thee a true
chance to see more than
what I propose there to be

Consequently I surrendered
my wall, simply because your
masculinity captivated energies
that live deep within me,
uncontrollably I allowed you
to see more of me than what
you may have deserved there
to be

CoOl Wit Me

Betrayed again, but what was my sin?
Cast aside without that grin wide
turned upside down my face you
see not just my frown, silly you be
more than a big red nosed clown

But fight I might, not do this time
for why even waste what’s more
precious than a worthless dime

Shinny at first, tarnished it didn’t
last, to think I didn’t even make
note to take out the trash

So stank is now, as everyone
who sees is clear, still ask how
did this happen my dear?
Answers unknown, questions
sewn wrong but now I see
clearly, how vividly, your words
with lax of acts have screamed
to me, I just couldn’t see
you no longer wanted to be

and…That’s COOL wit me!

Lost we die…

Conclusions of disillusions painting
Pictures of confusion of you ever
Wanting me…but decisions show
Precision in precisely how wisely
I should be dealing with the cards
Dealt directly to me…

Detachment from attachment
Strong ties I thought once bound
Would never unbind, but deceivingly
I now see from where before I blindly
Had no one there holding my
Hand or guiding me…

Towards the light that inevitably
Was there to shine upon me a victory
That was unforeseen as your love
Has fallen short in never capturing me
Though time we cannot rewind
My wonders of what could have
Been have seemingly dissipated
Into what is wasted and left for
Dead…but inside I don’t cry or hide

Behind what’s unreal…secure in
My emotions I move forward stepping
Ahead not following behind where
Lessons unlearned in our lives simply
Are left to die…

Not Returned…

With my heart I am too generous
Too open, too honest, too loving
While loving too hard makes it
Obsolete, the love returned is less
than soft and incomplete

Seems so surreal that I am able to
Feel the way I feel, when in return
Slighted I am with nothingness
Nothingness leads to nothingness
Useless these feelings become
When they forever go unreturned

Ironically, symbolically you seem to
Still mean so much to me
Like I faucet I choose to turn you off
Shut you down from your main source
Of water flow because to have is to feel
And feel is to love and to love u do not

So, slighted we move forward, with
More caution than before…as being
Unable to turn off my heart for u
These feelings I will try harder to ignore
Cause in loving you no feelings of love
Are returned…

Captured

your touch, your kiss
your words saying to
me that I am sweet
mean the absolute
most to me, your
kindness, your warm
welcoming arms when
you hold me, baby
are you aware of
all that you do to me?
my words, turned poetic
creating a symphony of all
the feelings you create
inside of me, even when
you’re not  right next to me
I hold tight to your energy
Loving the electricity
It creates within me
I’ll sing you my song if
you give me your listening
ear, I’ll caress your mind,
while making love to you
intellectually, cuz it’s not
just  you physically that
does all the things that you
do to me, but your inner
being that makes me
so weak – you’ve really
captured me…

Technorati Tags: , , , ,

With…

With just a touch, fluttering feelings

Of glee entirely capture me

With just the slightest feel

My mind reels in wheels of a reality

That’s destined in totality to be real

 

With sentiments of like, I look into

Your eyes, to determine, where our

Truth lies and my insides simply smile

With your sensual kisses, I am

Solely drawn near, nearer to all that’s

Clear, because this is not a fantasy

This is not, could not be surreal

 

With you near, my touches, you’ll

Never be able to shield,

For when close, touching you is

Never enough, inhaling you

Is an intoxication that cannot

Be subdued, because baby

I am so addicted to you

 

My gateway drug, like a feign

Whose hit can’t be quit

With you’d I’d never get sick

Sensations of warmth, glowing

Inwardly out, I have not one doubt

When I submit to words

That SCREAM I want you…simply

Put…please don’t be shook

With you…right here…right now…

With you…is where I want to be

Simply Solidify to Amplify

Solidify, amplify – lose control
and showme your soul
not face value, but whole
pure, 100% true, show me
all that equals you
Solidify, petrify – maybe, create a mix
amalgamate, blend, mix and merge
like alloy – metals combined to incorporate
only, when we mingle and mix it will be
like a dulce de leche hershey’s
dark chocolate covered kiss
Solidify, don’t hit and miss
consolidate, unite, make a combination
that drives you crazy, not mentally deranged
or strange, but crazy, silly, a little unglued
maybe even unhinged and senseless
for too many useful senses that blend
are simply and solidly making you crazy
Just solidify – tha tplace with in
and maybe our hearts will combine
to join in…strong, together, integrated
by energy that no one
can keep from the win
simply solidify to amplify
whats happening within

E.X.H.A.L.E

as i think i remember to – E,
i mean how do u forget – X,
am i biting my lip? hmm – H,
wow, was that really it?? – A,
yes, i must say, real soft – L,
i am sure it was just rite – E,
oh, pleeeaaasse, remember to breathe!
after, u inhale, and realize
its ur breath thats held
please, remember that u…must!
E-X- H-A-L-E – yes, exhale!
not to impose that u dont feel ill-composed
by that moment that just transposed
maybe a lil juxtaposed, even bare and exposed
just after u inhale and remember
its your breath thats held,
simply dont forget to later
realize with regret that u forgot,
in that moment to E-X-H-A-L-E-
YES, EXHALE
oh, yes i do, dare to continue to share
as a memory traces back, surely with out fright
as she enjoyed that moment,
oh so right until she inhaled
and it was simply her breath, she held
all becuz she suddenly forgot
with a second of thoughts that
she too needs to E-X-H-A-L-E-
YES EXHALE

Floating like a Feather

Floating on a cloud this morning,
Light as a feather, bright as the days new sun…
Drifting away in self ecstasy-the pleasure is all me
 
Maybe like an after-shock the gentle kiss
On the cheek is just now affecting me
Maybe his soft caresses on my arm
Or him holding me just right – not too tight
Making me feel warm
 
Floating on a cloud this morning
Light as a feather, bright as the days new sun…
Crazy how this energy connection just begun
Still drifting away in self ecstasy as the pleasure
Is definitely all me
 
Maybe my smiles are letting go
Feeling loose able to be free from
All the others that tried to make a captive of me
Maybe it’s due to his words being so sweet
Or how open he is with me
Maybe it’s just because he is…he
 
Floating on a cloud this morning, light as a feather
Bright as the days new sun
This afternoon brings hours closer to closure
Where drifting away in self ecstasy
Will no longer just be a pleasure all for me

Commonality

This commonality thats thought
or ought to be sought & caught
between you and me has brought
some confussion of an illusion of
what a reality that is shared, compared
comprised all before sunrise, let it
all arise in question, as I formulate
my metaphors because, maybe,
you really do adore the way she smiles
or the way she laughs and the
gaze that allures you in her eyes
that you’ve deemed to be such a
delightful surprise — but to her
this is new — she wonders
if any of it is true — or just a
commonality that ought to
be sought becuz its brought
between you and me…

Like, INTEREST — Anticipating INTELLECT

Like a simile, I’ll reference thee

in a form that’s not like to shatter

but to be more, similar to…

the pleasure, congenial, agreeable

regard of favor, that makes both

you and I, inclined to feel

the power of such exciting concern,

the involvement in a matter of

primary interest, as you tell me

that you like my intellect

 

possessing with capacity, you-

profoundly found with pure ability

to think so abstractly, creating

an expectation of hop, like in music

when a tone, introduced before hand

lets just call it in advance

of its harmony, so that it sounds

against its proceeding chord–maybe just note

 

a person who uses

the mind to think so creatively

continually the stimuli between

our minds leaves, slight impressions,

foretaste, realization that there is

definitely some anticipation

 

the previous notion would suggest

simply that you like my intellect

as you anticipate — await with intuition

of what may possibly come to fruition

after only our second — surprise date

Are u Black and Single?

Dr. Ronn Elmore is the lead minister over the singles ministry and the lead of marriage counseling at the church I attend. Monthly there are these meetings for the “Rock Solid Singles Ministry.” This man of God is awesome and our meeting last night was recorded for the special that is to premier on CNN on the 23rd of this month called “Black in America.”

I wasn’t really sure what to expect at this seminar, but I was hopeful to walk away with some useful tips if nothing else. There are so many tools and strategies that Black singles don’t possess and that is part of the reason for the high statistics that exist in our community.

45% of single Black women want to get married and 48% of single Black men want to get married…Those stats are crazy. I help make up those stats! Dr. Elmore has a series of books out andd the newest one is called “No Non-Sense Dating.” Women and men alike have so many misconceptions about the opposite sex and have built so many barriers due to things that may have effected them in past relationships and these are hinderences to successful relationships.

I’m not certain that I’ve always done things “right” in my past and current relationships but I do know that I will not be doing the wrong things anymore.

Hooking up, the NOT knowing

Why when we meet a guy do we potentially think, MARRIAGE?

Why when we meet a guy do we hope and pray that he wants what WE WANT?

Why when we meet a guy do we think that he will be different from the NEXT?

Why do we live in such IMAGINARY WORLDS?

Realms, of unknown, treasures untold, that some-times NEVER UNFOLD?

Why does a phone call mean so much?

Why does him thinking enough to send an email with a simple hello, and a kind gesture, make us Getty with nothing but pleasure?

So happy thinking, ho he really likes me…

Why does a phone call mean so much more when it doesn’t occur?

How does the not knowing his thoughts, his feelings,

Whether he wants what we want, put so much doubt and fear in our minds?

The uncertainty of Why does not knowing fight so hardly against our hopes and dreams of having a man for no one else, a man that’s just for me?

Why is hooking up, ultimately the NOT KNOWING?

© July 14th, 2005

Devine Interventions 7:11