Tag Archives: love

Self Acceptance: Maybe I Can Drink The Ocean

5 Apr

This song is indescribably deep with elements from different genres and time periods. Give it a listen independently of the piece or play it while you read. These two go together like potted meat and saltines.

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Judgmental people made me imperfect and in their judgmental stew I marinated. My mirror is the liar and my vision is not to be trusted.

I can recall with some effort when love of self was the order of my day and as common as an exhale.

Good thoughts flowed like time. Now that flow has been dammed and deviated to the desert of second guessing.

The me I know turned into the me I knew. The solid self-reflections of others pelted me from below as that was their only angle.

Confusion was a leech that slowly sapped my love of life, sunsets, seeing people and breathing. My person had a broken leg and was set for pasture.

To the wounded time will heal, for me time is hell. Left flailing in an ocean the only hope is to drink to not drown.

All is not lost for me.

I still have my awe inspirations. My time here is not wasted. The mountains I love so much are here. The trees that sway in the afternoon breeze are still here.The female form that I truly love is still a work of art. I still have plenty of love in me.

We are just primates sitting in front of computers with no keyboards, left unimpressed and bored we tear at each other.

We still have forgiveness in us.

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You Bring Me Joy

28 Mar

this goes well with the sentiment expressed in this piece, enjoy.

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Your liquid tone spreads contentment and provides sustenance to my emaciated soul.

You Bring Me Joy.

Your presences massages my sight and if I can’t see your face I will remember your smile.

You Bring Me Joy.

Distant and time is of no consequence you are always with me, your absent hug still embraces me and keeps me.

You Bring Me Joy.

Will you whisper in my ear the things that only you and I know? I love the warmth of your breath and the heat of your love. Please stay close.

You Bring Me Joy.

I want to see you first, hear second and love you always.

You Bring Me Joy.

You have lightened my load, so please allow me to carry yours. To carry you and care for you as you have cared for me.

You Bring Me Joy.

Walk with me and let me tell you the things that lovers say. Look at me and see the joy you bring. Listen to me, can you my heart? It beats for you.

Indeed, you truly bring me joy.     

forsaken/in hindsight

5 Jul

this may enhance your reading pleasure.

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in this cold life my knees were bent on cold floors as i looked up

they told me to ask and i shall receive but all i received were dirty knees and hymns

desperate tears left salty trails for me too walk alone to afraid to question

i loved you because i was told to

sun rays bursting through clouds and the breeze through trees were my proof that you were here but sun rays can’t stop blood shed nor feed hungry infants and the trees ignored me

i was most eager to meet you and learn to bathe in your light my return was stone silents in the middle of arid existence

my life was nearing its end and I wanted you to tell me something be here to escort me to the other side

no escort came and i had to hitchhike to my destination

my heart remains broken as the father has left me here blindfolded hands bound with no tongue and tells me to have faith

i have faith in my ability to continue on and seek what i will

it was not i that made cross not i that pieced your side with weapon i did not crown you with thorn

my kin have loved you for no reason while in god we trust none of their pockets hold

good may come to those of us who wait but no clock need be watched nor breath held

my darkest days were left dark i was scared and confused and i was left scared and confused

i have turned cheek and loved my enemy i have but two cheeks and my enemies surrounded me you didn’t give me enough love or cheeks

my hope is firmly in place that you will come to me come for me but waiting is for the dead and warm is still the blood that courses through my veins

Good Morning

1 Jun

this may enhance your reading pleasure:

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Morning greeted me next to her.

As sunlight strikes my love I am consumed by the emotions that accompany the realization that she is indeed mine.

I have succumbed to this goddess that lay’s next to me and my will is not my own. For if she wanted the world at her front door I am powerless to disagree.

I allow my hands to follow the contours of this perfect being’s curves, as the morning has not yet greeted her.

The warmth of her body wraps me in a cocoon of silky womanhood, if not careful my mind will be lost in this oasis that is she.

I watch as she is captured in angelic sleep, oblivious to my examination of her beautiful self, the temptation to touch her soft lips is too much, and I touch her.

She inhales life and exhales love, I try to collect as much as I can before claimed by spirits in need of a fix.

If she knew how much I loved her at this very moment, sleep would lose it’s grip, and I would be rewarded with her smile.

Many mornings have come and gone with me watching her and wanting her and feeling her and loving her. She is my heart-shaped box full of no more loneliness.

The outline of her body is faint under sheet, but have left a deep impression on my masculine essence.

I fill the air with my love for her, so when her sleep is concluded she is draped in an honest and emotional shelter.

I focus on this flower of mine as her eyes begin to open, and she is drenched by all the love I have for her.

She smiles and whispers to me…………………….good morning.

Luna is her name.

17 May

this will enhance your reading pleasure:

 

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The sun sets behind her, Luna is her name, she commands life.

She sings with movement, sees with laughter, the sun rises in front of her.

Terra never knew her touch but feels her presents, the sky is her home, the clouds move, she is not done.

Mystery settles around her, minds expand, her skins tells her story.

Light is her product, truth owns hers, her glow case spells, love is under her.

She is the me in us and the goodness in them, lovely she is, the night is her stage and we watch.

She is wild but with low voice, she calls and Earth moves, Luna is her name.

She was there before us and promises to be there after, I saw her with new eyes and old men see she her still. She is a lady.

With falling stars as her company, she watches us, her light drives some mad, passion to others.

I’ve loved her and she never knew, my path I can see with her over me, she escorts me.

I’ll never touch her, but I can see her and Luna is her name.

Am I Good Enough?

29 Apr

this may enhance your reading pleasure:

 

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Can you see me, when your eyes are closed?

Do you remember me, when we’re together?

Does my soul speak to your spirit?

If you had no money, could I borrow some?

Are we together, when you are alone?

Tell Me, Am I Good Enough?

Do you and I equal one?

When I speak, do you see what I’m saying?

When times are bad, are we still good?

Can I make you come, when you don’t want to leave?

Do you want me, when you have it all?

Hey Sista, Am I Good Enough?

If you are my sun, can I be your stars?

When you go through hell, can I take you to heaven?

When I need help, will you hurt me?

If I turn you on, will you turn me off?

If I be weak, will you be my strength?

Lady, Am I Good Enough?

Can the woman in you, tell the “man” in me?

On the darkest day, can I be your knight?

If I play my music for you, will it make your heart skip a beat?

When you are old, will you let me make you feel young?

If I plant my love, will you water it, so that it will grow?

Yes Queen, I Am Good Enough?