Um, yea…

…not much in the blogging mood so I’m just gonna leave you with a song, a poem and a piece of art.
I love Faith Evans…and this song is one of those songs that if you catch me in a certain mood, I’ll end up crying while singing. *getting choked up* This and “Reasons” just get me…

Until You Came – Faith Evans

I love poetry. I AM poetry and music. On any given day, I awake to one or the other…or both, shining rays of artistic shine on me. I sing in my sleep…oh yes I do…and poetry lives so deeply within, that I honestly believe that my picture should be next to the word in the dictionary. Anywho…I love this poem by Nikki Giovanni…”The Kidnap Poem”

ever been kidnapped
by a poet
if i were a poet
i’d kidnap you
put you in my phrases and meter
you to jones beach
or maybe coney island
or maybe just to my house
lyric you in lilacs
dash you in the rain
blend into the beach
to complement my see
play the lyre for you
ode you with my love song
anything to win you
wrap you in the red Black green
show you off to mama
yeah if i were a poet i’d 
kidnap you

Behind, writing, music, and cooking…I wish I’d painted. I love the concept of a mental picture playing out through loose colors and blurred lines. When looking for a piece of art to post here…I literally gasped and then teared up at the sight of all the impressionist paintings that came up. Wow. How beautiful are the colors? Anyway…here’s something that walked up, introduced itself and came right into my spirit…Something about scenery. I picture me being the eyes viewing this. A blanket underneath me, a breeze and air cascading effortlessly in and out of me. It’s a daydreamer’s thing, I guess. lol

Take the song…the poem…and the art…and breathe in some beauty for me. Happy Thanksgiving/Holidays to you all and be safe and blessed.

*um, did I blog again without knowing it?* LOL

Extraordinary You…

Not much to say today…so I’ll leave you with a “poem” someone wrote for me a couple of years ago. Considering I’m feeling a little out of sync today, this made me feel good to read, as I do whenever I’m not feeling so extraordinary.  Have a wonderful weekend! 🙂

Extraordinary You…

Extraordinary because of what you stand for
Extraordinary due to all the love that you share with all that know you
Extraordinary with all the things that you do; meaning going out of your way no matter what
Extraordinary to allow yourself to do anything to help that needy person
Extraordinary because you are unselfish in all that you do
Extraordinary because despite your faults you know where your strength comes from
The list could go on and on but you know what you are and what you mean to people. I know at times we all need to be affirmed and we all have our ways. But what is amazing about you is that you give without expecting anything in return. That blows me away beyond comprehension. Knowing that I will never be able to truly call you my own but having you in my mind for a few moments lasts a life time. 
Extraordinary you..
How did GOD create such a beautiful specimen? Did he break the mold after creating you? Did he do this on purpose? Why is it that this Extraordinary woman goes so unappreciated and so taken for granted? Would I do the same? Would I be all that she needs? I wonder…
Extraordinary you.. What a blessing to know you, experience you, indulge in you, and just to love you….
Extraordinary you I will never meet anyone more Extraordinary than you…


i saw a homeless person
in the structured shadows
of cement stilts
the circumstance much colder
than the weather he was weathering
a pallet of rags
thinly veiling
the hardness of the ground’s
rock bottom
watching the world go by
the metro moving
the highway grooving
but nothing soothing
this underground space
that is his home
away from a home
nor stories
nor allegory
can prep a soft soul
to spot a lone soul
with no home
free from shelter
protection from climate
all things
harshly shat upon him
no blinds for the sun rays
no warmth from the cold fronts
for 30 miles
my smile hid
inside a heavily laden heart
optic clips
flashing in stills
of this epidemic ill
he may be happily free
free from the constraints
of faithless love
being told what he ain’t
ain’t gone be
ain’t gone have
ain’t gone learn
free from time
gotta clock in
or be docked
gotta show up
or be thrown out
he’s got panoramic
surround sound
at ground zero
or maybe that’s what i tell myself
to soften the painful sight
of a man
with no home
in the cold
on my way home…
heart of my/man’s existence

never been written…

what is it about a love letter?
i think of a love letter
and i get warped back
to the basics of elementary
valentine’s notes
for everyone
but that one especially big
candy-scented valentine
the one you gave out amongst the rest
so no one would see
the deep shade of burgundy
i get taken back to the high days
in school
notes folded
in triangles
~sounds of bangles~
while hurriedly writing…
4 your eyes only!
and yet…
i’ve never been written
not promises
or intentions
but notes of admiration
captured on lines
by someone
who took the time
to note me worthy
of a little leaf
an old-fashioned
romantic initiation of proclamation
him on ball point
pointing out the good in me
that brings the best out in him
makes me wonder…
with all the
where in the hell
are the sweeping gestures
displays of affection?
to be thought of
in tandem with
warm haze
setting off
record plays
kool-aid days
(the red flave)
sitting under shade
with me laid
between his legs
i mean,
is it that chivalry
really IS dead?
i’ve written a few…
ran through pens
like after school discipline
writing “hims”
on lovely whims
but where’s MY
special delivery?
i don’t know…
i guess
somewhere out there
lost in the sorts
on a slow postal day
perhaps my personal
handwritten display
ended up at the wrong address
to KNOW without guessing
that it is written
dearly to me
would be sweet

love’s sea

love said to me…
“follow me…
into the abyss,
plunge willingly into me…
trust me…” love said
love lured me
with a crooked finger
and a knowing wink
then love said…
“i know you cannot swim…
but place your lips upon mine…
and i shall breathe for you”
love lifted me by my pits
in the liquid swish
and carried me
with it
love said,
“i love you…
so come be free,
stay and be
a wave in my sea”
i looked upon love
with eyes wet…
but perhaps
in the abyssal mess
love could not tell
why my eyes did swell
…and perhaps
with my eyes
seeing nothing
but love
i spoke not
but embraced love
with a hug
and love could not see
that i was struggling to breathe
…that the water in my eyes
was not from love’s sea
but the asphyxiation
from love’s clench
which caused my heart to wrench
i wiggled free
asking love,
“please release me…
let me float
alongside thee…
not encumbered
by the pressure of
relying on you solely…
so deep, i cant see”
love assented,
relenting it’s hold on me
love said,
“be WITH me…
along side me”
and together
we paddled
above the abyss
and below the surface’s kiss
where light lives
giving way to a tandem wade
in love’s sparkling sea…

how it feels

i don’t know…
i don’t know how it feels
to have a man love me sweet and cool
write MY name…
envision a wedding
a life
write me
or dream me
i don’t know how it feels
to have a man declare me his before i’m his
tell me of the vacancy
that occupies his mind
when i’m not around
how he cant live without me
or just doesn’t want to
i don’t know how it feels
to have him on his knees in sincere want
asking for my hand
for me to rep his clan
i don’t know how it feels
to have a man keep promises
guaranteeing his word
to bond with my needs
i guess, i’m silly
to want a man to get mannish
protect his woman
as if i behold the answer to his being
to want him to let all sniffing ’round my door
to know the scent they smell
is of him and i
eau d’ love’s life
the essence of bliss
chemically reacting
mentally attracting
spiritually enacting
emotional transactions…
that only we can feel
i wanna know
but, the way things stand
i guess i may never know…
how it feels

…dedicated to some special sisters of mine

the cusp of bluff

there’s this bluff
high and lofty
looks over vast ranges of promise
i’ve been here before
breath taken away
by the altitude
heart racing with fearful glee
when one is standing
where i stand now…
do they jump?
to own wings briefly
or does one stand
in awe of the sky’s infinity?
while standing here
on the crags of jagged dreams
does one begin to grasp the next move
doesn’t reaching the pinnacle
mean the world?
how do you decide
on whether to stay here…
on the precipice of awe
in the presence of life
knowing that…
remaining here…(while a beautiful plateau)
means being still
no forward movement
just feet planted
looking up at the universe’s offering
the intense feeling of the climb
peering down
at travels past below…
how do i stop bluffing…
and move?

Paint or Picture

I love art. Always have. As a little girl, it was second nature to draw, sketch/doodle, color and paint. I’ve loved the beauty in life. Clouds, starry skies, rain, bodies of water…all of it. I truly feel like my Pisces Moon is constantly taking over my Capricorn Sun. I’m incessantly in a creative mode. I love making things with my hands…or bringing attention to detail.

I want to pick up a hobby, but…um…I may be a little ADD so there can only be one. I want to follow through as well. Take it to new heights. I’m considering painting. I’m talking the acrylics or oils, canvases, easel and all. I am ALSO considering photography. Just getting a digital camera and filtering the world through my eyes.

I haven’t decided which, yet…but I do know I want to do something that puts my right brain to use. I’ve been writing since elementary school. Poetry, short stories…and most recently a novel/thriller in progress. It’s the thing I think about most. I don’t think a day goes by that I don’t have an idea of some kind, whether it slips away before a pen can capture my thoughts…or a file where I jot down ideas daily. I love writing…don’t get me wrong…but, I need to find some inspiration elsewhere. Maybe I believe that in the midst of paint strokes or picture snaps…a story will pop into my head. A place will trigger imagined scenarios…or I’ll remember a specific time in my life from seeing a still subject in everyday life that will spark a poem. All I know, is I’ve got this creative energy circling through me and it needs release.

I’ll be sure to share which hobby wins out…and any by products of it. What inspires you? What keeps your mind spry and your spirit content? Is it the little things or is it bigger accomplishments?

what I found…*inspired by luv* ;)

it was accidental…
it happened while i was
easing my hand
down a smooth thigh
admiring a soft sole
and polished toes
it happened while…
eying a mole beneath my eye
and a full cheek
while smiling slyly
…my lips curled
making eye contact
with someone
not even there…
without warning
i heard my own laugh
infectious in tone
when i speak…
its with deliberation
emphasized with an alto tone
a spoken melody
captivating to the ears
of a rapt heart
reeled in
an affection for
the meaning of life
…it happens
when the love
seeps through torment
and against all logic
i believe
holding onto optimism
seeing stitches of pearl
in pillows of white
when others
see night
i found it
a rare measure
of virtue
in a seasoned soul
MORE love
i checked it
turned it around
inside and out
head to toe
and pleasured in it
*runs fingers down neck*
i saw it…
and named it

back pains

my back hurts
though the bones in my back
ain’t jelly
they ache
from holding shit down
holding people up
my spine don’t curve
but it bends
i pick up
lift up
hold up
sit up
when i feel like lying down
when i feel like slouching
i straighten my back
chest out
proud to be strong
and when no one’s looking
i lay down my bones
wanting a rub down
soft trails leading to a weary head
applied pressure
to relieve pressure
pressing on points
to relax the pain
if done right…
you can hear my heart
if REALLY right…
other things may part
my back hurts
i’ll just pop a few chill pills
and get back to the business of holding shit down