2AM

A lil past 2 & I'm comsumed. The wee hours of the morn & u'll haunt me til dawn. I am enflamed, impressed, you've talked me speechless. Aw, The begining w/ all its innocence. I don't want 2 even think it, let alone speak it. I could be your get right and you could be my star bright. Watching over, supporting my steps, protecting my honor but still letting be. Our connection, the chains that will set me free. I am @ a lost for words, can't catch my breath or even think straight. I am pleased to meet you, do have a taste. Tomorrow is not promised, waste not a momemnts time. A lil after 2 and your on my mind. Be us both patient...rush not too soon. Besides, pressure is only good after the swoon. Drenched in the moon. Drunk I am off you. I am sick w/ curiousity. You set spark to a fire that was resting. Now i'm restless and craving the touch. I want it all, everything, yes I would like that very much. Go beyond your limits. Fear not a thing. I am more than a beautiful nightmare, will ride you off to sweet dreams. I am here for the taking, so deny me nothing. I will be your diamond in the rough & your wildest fantacy. Its a lil past 2 & I got you on the brain. Yeah the attraction is crazy but this is insane. Be careful dear lover, label reads "handle w/ care". In return you will never have to look far, i'll always be right there. Dear lover, tell me this, what star did you ride in on? & are capable of loving me for eternity & beyond

Choices

My question originally was why men can't seem 2 treat the black woman right? Why do all men on some level believe the black woman isnt willing 2 go the extra mile for her man? It's believed by men of all ages, body types, religous backgrounds, financial stature, & creed that however smart or beautiful, the black woman lacks a certain skill when it comes to loving their men. Add the label about them all having "bad attitudes," or "aggressive/angry nature," either resulting from environment or natural disposition & man...I feel any being regardless of race can fall victim 2 an agressive or hostile disposition. 1 must first remove the veil of crutch & label. Don't make excuses for yourselves black women, & blame your eye rolling, neck poppin, lip smackin on having grown up in the ghetto or acient years of oppression/abuse. Nor you oppressor with your opinions point & label commanding self respect as a having a "bad attitude." In asking the other to be fair in judgemnet, be concious of how you represent yourself. Take not their labels & defend them or make excuses. Dont give life 2 what is untrue. Ritcheously & humbling dispell their trickery by breathing light n2 what it is the enemy is blind to. So now my question is how will you, black woman in all your glory & splendor undue the cycle of injustice.? How will you break the curse. Simply teach what they do not know. Continue 2 reprsent yourself n a reflection of your true self. Sure more baby mammas are black but they are impregnated by all diff races of men. So black woman...be more selective in whom you give evrything 2. Spend more time n prayer. Meditate on what you pray about. Be not bitter over the cards life has dealt: men who've hurt u, fathers who didn't love u, mothers who didn't teach u...be not victim, rather a triumphant survivor. Maker of anew. Come on ladies let's show em how its done. Get it together girls. As a black women u r not lacking, you've actually got that secret something extra the world could benefit from. Shine

There is Nothing

There shall never rise a morn that I can admit to being cool with the absence of you. Never the day shall unfold that I be fine in the wake of your departure. Scarred me like a tatoo...shot be down with silver bullets. I lay slained...my last breath at you mercy. I cry for you with the one remaining beat of my heart. Distance is trickery...time and space are but illusions. I hear you when you speak not and feel your presemce from afar. You are music and I am art. I am captured by the sorcery, your black magic, peircing. Weakening. Joy breathtaking. Sorrow deafened. My resaon hushed and logic is silenced the same. Your love is animal I wish not to tame, yet I you claim. So we ride, wild and rambunctious like the sea. I live in you and you in me. There is nothing one can say or nothing one can do...i would move mountains...you'd hitch a ride on the moon. I would cross deserts, you'd swim a monsoon. There is nothing from heaven to hell that would allow me to compromise...the taste of your laughter...my reflection in your eyes. We are but one rythym and there is no rhyme or reason. I will weather the storm...from season to season. There is nothing anyone can posses, nor is there any trick of the tongue. We make love amongst the stars...I lady of the moon...him child of the sun

Let's Go

Take my hand and let's go play. Follow me and smile naughtily @ the secrets I whisper in your ear. Tickle me and sneak up on me...breathe sweetly on my neck. Run and hide and watch me search for you. In this secret garden...chase and tag you're it. Love drunk...lust stupid...cupids arrow. Ready, aim, hit. Think I've been struck twice.They were wrong about lightening, you bring the thunder day after day and well into the night. Tagged me in and I got you stuck. Stung, shocked and in a daze. My love is paradise. Come disrobe in the shade. Feel sunshine cover your skin, embrace your entire being. Come let's dance naked in the water. Promise no one can see, spy or peek, & even so...let the world watch as long as they're watchin' you lovin' me. So on that note, let's giv'em a show. I won't be tooo shy if you won't be scared of me. I'll perform above the best of them. We'll allevieate all doubt or question. W/o coy or reservation. Let's go beyond the known. Let's create anew that is all our own. Let us be ritcheous in our passions and our hunger for one another. Let's make it like none before, unlike any other. Let's goto a place in US we created. Let's ride on the wings of the untraveled, journey into a story untold. Let's go & our visit be smooth & limber so that we together as smoke unfurls. Be like the melody, mimick chaos. The hurts sooo good...do keep going. Dear lover of the night...bathe with me in the moon. drink of my flesh...Lets just go and as so, we'll make up the rest

Forget me Not

Take me away. Color me a beautiful place. Paint the portrait that is the pathway to your soul. Build me the bridge that brings me nearer to you heart. Convey with imagery and riddles all the small things that make up you. Reveal to me the blueprint, the map that will guide me in. Tell me once, tell me twice, tell me three times more after that. Then tell me again. Sing me a lullaby, leave clues in your lyrics. Write it amongst the clouds and then spell it out with stars. Hear my plea as it comes from the core. I want to know your depth...then some more. Be not afraid of me wanting to go deeper. Let me in. So softly I knock...is anyone there? My coyest plea...does it fall on deaf ears? Take a chance on me, I won't let you down. Leave a trail, control my steps. Show me what it requires...i am well euipped. Challenge me with all your might. I was made for it. Built tough. -So often we ignore or simply miss out on what is everything we need. If its not right then you won't mind going without. however...we all have that one that we let go. The one that slipped thru the cracks of our wreckless fingertips. I worry not 'bout who I've left or skipped over. Confident am I in my decisions. I live with immediate abandon of any and all regrets. But, I do fret over the hearts I've broken. Time heals all wounds true, but it's not like pain comes with an expiration date. Fairly speaking....the duration of the infliction does not determine the magnitude of devastation. Nor can it be used to measure how long it takes to heal. Each individual is armed with a different weaponary...objectively thinking...no one more prepared for battle than the next. The war raging inside is different from host to host. So be humble to the requets made unto thee. Be it for friendship, love, kindness even the unconcious ones like forgiveness and remembrancce. Actions will always speak louder than words so hear even the silent ones. Be generous. Open your eyes so that you can see. Open your heart so that you can give and receive love

Come sit down

Come sit down and let me play you a song. Come sit down and let the music take you away. Listen beneath the lyrics and pay attention to the ad-libs. Come sit down with me on the kitchen floor. Let's not say a word and touch...just touch. Think back to intimacy. I trace my fingertips over the veins on the back of you hands. I touch my fingertips across your lips and lay kisses all over your face. You smile and your joy I taste. Come sit with me and watch the house change with the sunset. Chased shadows and reflections shift. Come sit down and let me tell you a story about my past. Some secrets I need to reveal. Come listen to me. Hear my heart and judge not. Come sit down and please pay attention...I don't want you to miss anything. I want to share it all...every single piece. Come sit down with me in an empty bath tub, fully dressed...lets laugh and play and chit and chat. Come sit with me and we'll fill it up...while we're sitting in it and are still fully clothed. We'll laugh and talk and be soaked and make love. We'll make a mess...we'll overflow...leave puddles and wet footprints. We'll have to clean it all up but we won't mind. Might do it in silence, just speaking with our eyes. We might do it in silence and play the music loud, only speaking with our smiles. Come sit down and lay your head in my lap. Let me stroke your head and run my fingetips over your eyebrows. Let me lightly stroke your cheek. Come in with a urgency to sweep me in your arms and so softly give me a kiss. Come in and sit down and remember the beginning. Come and sit down, remember how we've grown. Come in and sit down and wipe away my troubles. Come in, guns blazing and tear off all my clothes... come and sit down right by the front door. Come in and let's walk on the kitchen counter tops, let's make love upon the breakfast table and lay on the kitchen table looking at the ceiling fan. Come and sit down...come close to me, hear how my heart cries for you. Understand the voice it speaks. Come sit down and let me take the pain away...come sit down and let me tell you a joke. Come sit down and can we just hold hands. I don't want to talk, just appreciate you in silence. I just want to be next to you. Just want to smell you and breathe you. Come sit down and look and see...I want to show you something. My beauty marks litter all over and they're almost like a constellation. Come sit down and just stare at me...really see me. See thru me. See to my heart. See down to my soul. It speaks to you in a language all its own. Come sit down and let me cook you a meal. Keep me company and tell me all about your day. Come sit down and eat the food I prepared. I made it with these hands, that are small and pudgy. Come in and sit down...Study while I write. Come in a sit down while we each are own laptobs. Click, click, click, click in our own alumni shirts...you got my college on your hat and I got on your school shorts. Come in and tell me every detail about work. Come in and sit down...join me an ommmmm. Come in and sit down and just watch me do it. Come in and assist me with a pose...thanks...now I can do it. Come stand next to me while I wash my hands at the sink. Come stand behind me and run your hands over my hands beneath the running water. Come stand close to me, so close you can feel my heart flutter. Come in and watch me singing loud and dancing to my own beat. Come in and drop your stuff, surprise and tell me to keep going. Or come in and drop your stuff and join in. Come in and find me just being me...come in and be moved in awe by all my beauty. Come in a bare witness to all that is I. Come sit down and pray with me. Let us speak to our Lord...we have so much to tell him...thank him for supplying the words. Come in and let's get dressed for Church. Come and sit down, let us make sweet love. Sweet love, come and sit down. I want to play you a song.

Everything Happens for a Reason

We often times feel like we have been tricked, baited, persued and then left out to dry. Do not feel bad, do not weep. Do not be weary or confused. Understand that it was necessary. You may feel you have endured enough heart ache for one lifetime and yet repeatedly you feel its shattering time and time again. You may feel as if love hates you. This is not true. As a matter of fact, it couldn't be more untrue. There is something you are missing. Some piece of the magical puzzle that you are simply not seeing. Can't find. My advice; search within yourself. The person who baited, tricked, persued may not have been the one you are to be with. Perhaps that person was sent to help you heal. Maybe they were sent to bridge the gap between you and the next one. Perhaps they were sent to teach you something or open your eyes to things you refused to see. Maybe they were sent to loosen you up a bit or help you slow your roll. There is always some good, even when it's all bad. Even when it's lower than low and then beneath that. Even when you are at the bottom of the bottom and then fall under that...someone somewhere is waiting for you to get up and get it together. Someone is waiting for you change clothes and get that dirt off your shoulder. Someone is waiting to bump into you on a corner, ask them for directions; meet you at a friend's cookout. While you sit around sad and in deep deep thought about why this guy doesn't do this and why he doesn't do that; while you ponder over "what happened" and "what changed," "is it me," "what did I do?" Someone is admiring your fabulousness. Someone wonders why you so prim and pretty, is so sad? They see thru your toughness righ to the core of your beautiful soul and eclectic views...someone is confused at the thought of you not being taken. Someone wants to make you smile and make you giggle. Someone wants to protect you from harm. They are watching from a distance. They ponder moving in, but they hear your tears, even as you tuck beneath great shoes and have them hidden behind your facade of perfect makeup and killer outfit. You are so well put together, so cultured, cool and smooth...but there is something there, a few scars, some war wounds. It proves you've lived...some experience there. So cry not, young girl. Someone is waiting to slip and fall and spill their coffee all over your new outfit. They are waiting for you to look up from tripping over the curb and gaze into their eyes. They are waiting to make you smile and help you learn. They are waiting for someone who will not judge or belittle them, rather uplift and support them. They are looking for you. It may take y'all a lifetime to actually connect, but that's ok...We're on HIS schedule...not our own. You may feel that because you endured some pain and struggle, it's all smooth sailing from here. Keep your faith. Smile in the adversity...all is not lost. It may suck, it may hurt. You may "put your gaurds up." It may keep you on your toes for a while but that's ok. What you don't want to do is carry baggage from the past...it interrupts the flow of your future. Be sure to conquer your demons before venturing on new journey. Be sure to clean house before taking on a new conquest. You want not to lose what could be your greatest gift. Surely there will be times when you want to discuss your past. Sometimes you just want to get it out and have a sounding board to just bounce ideas off. Sometimes you need to rant and rave and babble and at those times it's ok if you just want someone to listen. Do not keep concealed what will harm you spirit. Communication is the foundation to any healthy friendship. Be honest, be open. Be willing to listen just as much as you talk and be open to talk just as patient as you are when you listen. It's a two way street. However to do not shade the sun with negativity and despair. Do not be so lost and wrapped up in things you cannot change, and then let those feelings cloud your judgment towards anew. There are pains, strife, trails and turmoil that will shock you. Throw you off you axis. Your mission in life, is to pick up the pieces of your broken heart and keep it moving. Continue to get your mind right and focus not on the negative. Be a believer, be a mover and shaker, be a dreamer. Be whomever your God saw fit for you to be. Fear not love, even when it hurts, especially when it hurts. Someone, somewhere is trying to show you something. Open your eyes to receive it.