The face has changed on this place!
Might be time to add a new name - to...this...place!
Spinning wheel of black - seems a little too dark for...this...place!
There might be a new name coming soon - to...this...place!
I will be sure to let you know...before I go and go and go and change something...I want you to be able to find me.
Look for me in the whirlwind or the storm because here I come!
Peace
Friday, September 29, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Recovery
This weekend will be about recovery. I will put on my finest dancing shoes, scrape off the week's blues and find myself in the mist of recovery. Latin is taking its toll on my mind and I must rest. I must relax - and I will.
Call me on Friday after 9:50am, because that is when the party will begin!
So much has been going on in my life that I have not even had time to sit and write or sit and be right. I look forward to church on Sunday (I praise him all week), church gives me the time and place for a release. I have a date with Jesus!
Yeah recover that is what I will do - tonight I might even turn my cell phone off, let the folks that dare to bother me listen to my voice on the voicemail.
I have had a day that concerns a man that I wish would just tell me the truth. Or I wish that I only knew what the truth was. It has become hard for me, and trust that I never wanted to be one of those sistas that wore her jilted self, all on her shirt collar. I do think though that in more ways than one, I have become that sista.
No man is ever telling the truth! Sounds bad, I know. I really don't believe that but it gets hard out there sometimes, especially when I have already tried my best to trust a man and just when I knew he would not do anything to hurt me - he hurt me. Years and time has mended that wound - so this weekend I will recover!
To my friend: I am not sorry for the complications that we are having at this moment in time. But times passes and is the killer of forever existence. We may pass this and we may not. In time friend, in time. You will open yourself like a ripe melon getting ready to burst and you will give to me, all of your insecurities, doubts, questions, secrets and dreams. For now, don't worry about me - this weekend I will recover!
Call me on Friday after 9:50am, because that is when the party will begin!
So much has been going on in my life that I have not even had time to sit and write or sit and be right. I look forward to church on Sunday (I praise him all week), church gives me the time and place for a release. I have a date with Jesus!
Yeah recover that is what I will do - tonight I might even turn my cell phone off, let the folks that dare to bother me listen to my voice on the voicemail.
I have had a day that concerns a man that I wish would just tell me the truth. Or I wish that I only knew what the truth was. It has become hard for me, and trust that I never wanted to be one of those sistas that wore her jilted self, all on her shirt collar. I do think though that in more ways than one, I have become that sista.
No man is ever telling the truth! Sounds bad, I know. I really don't believe that but it gets hard out there sometimes, especially when I have already tried my best to trust a man and just when I knew he would not do anything to hurt me - he hurt me. Years and time has mended that wound - so this weekend I will recover!
To my friend: I am not sorry for the complications that we are having at this moment in time. But times passes and is the killer of forever existence. We may pass this and we may not. In time friend, in time. You will open yourself like a ripe melon getting ready to burst and you will give to me, all of your insecurities, doubts, questions, secrets and dreams. For now, don't worry about me - this weekend I will recover!
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
God Don't Like Ugly and Ain't Too Fond Of Pretty!
Look at you. You have a brand new face. You look beautiful...Welcome to your new face!
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
this morning
The main idea is for me to start taking better care of myself. Honestly, I am tired. I have been conversing with God this morning and he promises me everything will be all right!
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
A little Q & A
I have a secret.
A secret that I must tell.
In time, (if time permits) I will tell.
It was really kind of funny, and sweet, and new...
In love? No, not yet.
In strong like? No, not yet.
Do you even like...him? Yes, I do. With a few maybes dangling from my mind and a few questions here and then there.
The thing is...we fight and then we make up. And then we fight again and then we make up again.
Okay and then we talk, him laying on his backside, face and eyes scoping the ceiling. While I lay my head gently be-tween his upper belly and chest, we talk about our last night, and our yesterdays and what we dream of for tomorrow.
Surely, it was nice.
I fit perfectly in the spaces that he left open for me. Like the pocket in-between his arm and armpit. Comfortably in the shadow formed from his back. I slept there and he didn't even know it.
I didn't tell him, but I liked looking at him just as much as he liked looking at himself. Although, I think that more than anything I was looking for something inside of him. Something that I could wrap around my finger and hold on to. All of my strings went left untied. I was steadily searching for something in him...I asked a lot of questions. Most went unanswered.
He doesn't know, but I observed him at every turn. The way he walked, the way he talked, what made him laugh, what made him mad, what made his eyes light up, what he appreciated, how when he was really listening he held his lips tight, how when he was alert his ears lifted slightly, his breath was always sweet on me, his touch was soft (even when he thought he was being rough) and a kiss from him never took a disrespectful turn.
We are astrological twins. Leos in our own right. Though, still man and woman, we have differences. I, the hopeless romantic. He, sleeps on planet clue-less. He, the attentive one. I, slightly withdrawn and unaware. However, together we might fuse, maybe.
Afraid to have him in my life?
No, honestly I don't mind.
Is cruising better than speeding?
Yes, I think that this one I will take slow. Feel him out, don't turn him down so quickly as I often do.
Do you think that you all should just be friends?
No, friends first. Then I will ride the wave to wherever it lets me off at.
For now, questions are dangling from my mind and answers are hard to find.
A secret that I must tell.
In time, (if time permits) I will tell.
It was really kind of funny, and sweet, and new...
In love? No, not yet.
In strong like? No, not yet.
Do you even like...him? Yes, I do. With a few maybes dangling from my mind and a few questions here and then there.
The thing is...we fight and then we make up. And then we fight again and then we make up again.
Okay and then we talk, him laying on his backside, face and eyes scoping the ceiling. While I lay my head gently be-tween his upper belly and chest, we talk about our last night, and our yesterdays and what we dream of for tomorrow.
Surely, it was nice.
I fit perfectly in the spaces that he left open for me. Like the pocket in-between his arm and armpit. Comfortably in the shadow formed from his back. I slept there and he didn't even know it.
I didn't tell him, but I liked looking at him just as much as he liked looking at himself. Although, I think that more than anything I was looking for something inside of him. Something that I could wrap around my finger and hold on to. All of my strings went left untied. I was steadily searching for something in him...I asked a lot of questions. Most went unanswered.
He doesn't know, but I observed him at every turn. The way he walked, the way he talked, what made him laugh, what made him mad, what made his eyes light up, what he appreciated, how when he was really listening he held his lips tight, how when he was alert his ears lifted slightly, his breath was always sweet on me, his touch was soft (even when he thought he was being rough) and a kiss from him never took a disrespectful turn.
We are astrological twins. Leos in our own right. Though, still man and woman, we have differences. I, the hopeless romantic. He, sleeps on planet clue-less. He, the attentive one. I, slightly withdrawn and unaware. However, together we might fuse, maybe.
Afraid to have him in my life?
No, honestly I don't mind.
Is cruising better than speeding?
Yes, I think that this one I will take slow. Feel him out, don't turn him down so quickly as I often do.
Do you think that you all should just be friends?
No, friends first. Then I will ride the wave to wherever it lets me off at.
For now, questions are dangling from my mind and answers are hard to find.
Monday, September 18, 2006
The Vibe is Live
Ahhhhhhhhh... and it was refreshing!
I did, I swear that I did - miss home. The smiling face of my mother who brews coffee early and has so much to talk about so soon. The inquiries from my sisters, they want to know how was it and how was he. The worried look on my brother's faces diminish as I walk calmly and speak sweetly to them.
My reply: It was good, all good. Everything was good.
I felt a certain comfortableness, if you will. Love was all about how much your fingertips could take if only you could reach out and touch it. I thank them! The Vibe was Live and even my words can not conjure up enough...enough...enough, to make you understand or even bear what happens in the secret of my poetry. A few days in Arizona gave me more than enough to call home about. I wanted to sit under trees and drink tea and sliced up grass leaves. I wanted to crawl in that space that is me and talk to you about it while sitting cross-legged under our favorite picnic table. (Ahhhhh...when was the last time I had a picnic.)
It was all satisfying and all gratifying and did it replenish me? Yes, I would have to say that it did. The Vibe was Live! And so was she, you know her Miss. Thang! Beautiful she is! I promise you, she was graceful. As beautiful as poetry to me. She didn't wear her age in her skin or in her hair or in her walk or in her talk - Her WISDOM resonates from within. Miss. Thang can I hang with you, latch on to you and share this world of poetry with you? Dance poetry on table tops with you, braid my hair and tell me what you know, learn from you...I want to open up the world and invite you to be my sister - in poetry.
Many, many, many thanks to you for showing me some love.
I did, I swear that I did - miss home. The smiling face of my mother who brews coffee early and has so much to talk about so soon. The inquiries from my sisters, they want to know how was it and how was he. The worried look on my brother's faces diminish as I walk calmly and speak sweetly to them.
My reply: It was good, all good. Everything was good.
I felt a certain comfortableness, if you will. Love was all about how much your fingertips could take if only you could reach out and touch it. I thank them! The Vibe was Live and even my words can not conjure up enough...enough...enough, to make you understand or even bear what happens in the secret of my poetry. A few days in Arizona gave me more than enough to call home about. I wanted to sit under trees and drink tea and sliced up grass leaves. I wanted to crawl in that space that is me and talk to you about it while sitting cross-legged under our favorite picnic table. (Ahhhhh...when was the last time I had a picnic.)
It was all satisfying and all gratifying and did it replenish me? Yes, I would have to say that it did. The Vibe was Live! And so was she, you know her Miss. Thang! Beautiful she is! I promise you, she was graceful. As beautiful as poetry to me. She didn't wear her age in her skin or in her hair or in her walk or in her talk - Her WISDOM resonates from within. Miss. Thang can I hang with you, latch on to you and share this world of poetry with you? Dance poetry on table tops with you, braid my hair and tell me what you know, learn from you...I want to open up the world and invite you to be my sister - in poetry.
Many, many, many thanks to you for showing me some love.
Friday, September 08, 2006
Inside these words are Love!
I think that more than anything; today - love has brought me back here, to this place. A familiar place where I can sit down, take my shoes off and write down the guarded feelings of my soul. There is almost an air of joy that surrounds me - need to help spread the joy that I feel in my heart to those who may not have "HIM" in their lives.
I know that in my soul of soul and heart of heart, that "HE" is "HE". I thank him for that, but there are times when "HE" makes his presence felt more times than others. If I may complete my story, without handing out too many words, I will be able to tell you how elated I was on Sunday when "HE" showed up and placed his arms around me.
"HE" begin to tell me what he thought of me. In the image of my brother he told me that I was "SUPERCALAFRAGALISTIC" and then taking the form of my sister "HE" asked that I "RISE". Then again, "HE" moved through each one of my siblings and even my mother and "HE" showered me in the words that "HE" knew my heart needed to hear: "RUN ON", "RAISON-D'ETRE", "FIRE", "BLESSED-BLISSED", "REMARKABLE", "NIGGANOT", "PERSEVERANCE", "PUSH" AND "FAVOR".
I didn't know, until "HE" had "THEM" to tell me.
Yo Ta - One day I will push that mountain hard enough to move it.
Momma if you ever find your way to this page, know that I think that even the bees envy me!
Bliss
I know that in my soul of soul and heart of heart, that "HE" is "HE". I thank him for that, but there are times when "HE" makes his presence felt more times than others. If I may complete my story, without handing out too many words, I will be able to tell you how elated I was on Sunday when "HE" showed up and placed his arms around me.
"HE" begin to tell me what he thought of me. In the image of my brother he told me that I was "SUPERCALAFRAGALISTIC" and then taking the form of my sister "HE" asked that I "RISE". Then again, "HE" moved through each one of my siblings and even my mother and "HE" showered me in the words that "HE" knew my heart needed to hear: "RUN ON", "RAISON-D'ETRE", "FIRE", "BLESSED-BLISSED", "REMARKABLE", "NIGGANOT", "PERSEVERANCE", "PUSH" AND "FAVOR".
I didn't know, until "HE" had "THEM" to tell me.
Yo Ta - One day I will push that mountain hard enough to move it.
Momma if you ever find your way to this page, know that I think that even the bees envy me!
Bliss
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
