22~ Treasures

Create the perfect love scene


He put in her name, her mother’s name, her father’s name, her sister’s name, her cousin’s name…hell…he put in her pet name from HS. Nothing.

For almost 10 months Mason looked for Allana. He’d spent the last 9 years married to the woman he met while at a conference for jewelers. He met and fell for Lola because she reminded him of Allana and her whimsical spirit. His jewelry business had flourished almost immediately, to his surprise and pleasure…surely a sign that his muse approved…wherever she was.

Gems were Allana’s love. She collected everything she could find, from crystal quartzes and tiger’s eye to estate jewelry from auctions. He followed her to antique shops after school as she perused the boutiques looking for pieces to add to her wardrobe. She almost always spent her allowance on lucky finds…like the cameo ring that had to have been worth a grip, but she paid $13 dollars for. She also found a loose rough cut onyx piece and had a jeweler make a pendant out of it. Allana gave it to Mason on graduation day. Shortly after, she went off to college and they broke up after life caught them in different places. Neither of them are really sure WHO broke it off to this day…

Today, Mason…still married to Lola…was obsessed with finding his childhood paramour. He cared for Lola, but their marriage was on it’s last legs. She’d already begun dating other people and had moved to her mother’s house with their son, but also stayed with him during the week for her job’s commute. It was weird, but it was working.

Mason was getting frustrated. The social sites didn’t have her given name as searchable. Her family had long moved and scattered from their hometown. He didn’t know where any of her old friends were because he, too had moved and lost contact. This was frustrating as hell. He longed to know if she was okay. If she’d married…had kids…thought of him in the middle of the night. He had to know where his “Lani” was.

At his store, he just worked away and did little else. He crafted, melted, shined, molded, appraised and hocked his days away. Late nights at the store were a given. Anything to stay out of Lola’s hair. They were divorcing amicably, but she was still hard to live with. Often, the very similarities about her that made him see Allana…were the same ones that irritated him to no end.

“Can you bring me something home? A sandwich or something? I’m hungry and too tired to drive…thanks.” Lola pretty much demanded.
“I’ll see…by the time I get home it’ll be late. Don’t bet on me.” he said.
“Pastrami, mustard, sauerkraut…on roll. Thanks” …Lola ordered and hung up.

Mason looked at the phone and shook his head. When he looked up…his past stood in front of him in stereo.

“Allana?” he asked with glassy eyes.
“Mason! Wow…I can’t believe…” Allana said with a smile brighter than her sparkling drop earrings.

He came from behind the counter…and scooped her up. She looked the same to him…smelled like memories and hope. He grabbed her face and kissed her. When Mason registered his assumptive actions…he stepped back, smoothed his clothes and apologized.

“I’m sorry, Allana…I don’t even know if you’re married, with someone…I’m so sorry.” He pleaded.

With her own eyes glazed with emotion, Allana stepped closer and said, “I’ve missed you. I never got married. I have no kids. I can’t even recall the last significant relationship I’ve had. I can’t believe we allowed so many years to pass. I am so grateful that your wife found me.”

Mason blinked. He shook his head and heard his mental voice say, “Who, Lola?” …even though nothing exited his mouth. He stood frozen, tears welling up…confusion mounting and questions on the verge of barreling out of him. “Who? What? Are you sure? Do you know her? Lola? Lola Fields?”

Allana laughed and said, “Yes…your WIFE!”

She pointed toward the door and he saw Lola standing outside the door against the stone wall. She waved and nodded, then walked away.

He said, “I don’t understand…”

Allana said, “She found your search on the laptop in  your home office. She said she knew you’d never gotten over me. She asked her detective uncle to run a check on my name and found me at my business…I sell jewelry, too.”

Mason couldn’t believe it. His wife did the most selfless thing she’d ever done in their marriage besides give birth to their son. In that moment, he saw love on two deep levels. His and Allana’s undying love for one another…and his wife’s love for the man who would always be her friend. He couldn’t have been luckier to have two diamonds in his life.

They sat and talked all night long…the promise of love rediscovered glistening in the night.

21~ Isle of Love

Photo by lenz_dark

What is the most romantic location you would want to visit?

Well…I’ve always wanted to go to Hawaii, yet I found myself intrigued with the beauty of Bora Bora. Tahiti seems SO beautiful…

That is FABULOUS!!! I would love to see the sea through my floor…

I could wake up to this several days in a row with NO problem…
Splashing around with a boo, getting it in on beaches and what not. Yes indeedy…I’d be in Heaven! I can’t even imagine the pictures I’d come home with, given a chance to visit this place…
Those little huts…look all rustic on the outside, but are so luxurious on the inside. That’s my kinda shit! lol Giving you that island feel all while providing you the comforts of a wonderful hotel.
~in awe~
I couldn’t go wrong romancing my special him in a place like this…not at all. ~daydreaming~

20~ Cans and String

Do you believe in Long Distance/Internet Love? Why or Why not…

For others, yes…for me…no. I don’t have anything good to say for myself in this matter. I used to believe that getting to know someone sight unseen gave you the advantage. No physical hang ups to keep two people from getting to know each other and sealing the bond spiritually. I believe that others have and will have successful LD and Internet romances…I’m just not putting myself in that position again.

I got duped…not once, not twice…but THRICE!!

As far as I’m concerned if you’re not in the state of NY and aren’t within a train ride away…don’t bother. I’m not doing the “false intimacy” thing anyway. Some emotional boo that I talk to and make promises with all for them to be doing local coochie because they want to detach from the commitment, but want to have that “love thing”. FUCK…YOU!!

For who I am right now…it would behoove ANY one wanting to deal with me, to make themselves apparent. YES…I WANT TANGIBILITY!! Who doesn’t? I can’t fantasize and romanticize  love and relationships over the phone. All of that giddy laughing, diving for the phone every time you hear their ringtone, sleeping with the phone damn near glued to your face…no way. All it took was 3 failed attempts at love via the net for me to assess that it ain’t for me. Threading string through unwrapped and cleaned tin cans to use room to room was cute. I can’t do cans and string as an adult. I need to be able to lay eyes on you and ESPECIALLY hands on you. I need that in my life right now.

I’ve learned MY lesson…

19~ I, The Pen…Ink, My Soul

What do you love to do the most?


Writing. It’s my passion. I dream of stories and characters and how I’m going to weave it into something bordering on literary genius. LOL

I’ve always loved writing…

  • I practiced my penmanship independent of my teacher’s instruction
  • I had perfect penmanship before most of my friends could write in print
  • I learned calligraphy (translated literally into “beautiful writing”) in 7th grade and was told that I was one of the quickest studies at that time
  • I’ve been drawing and writing stories around characters since the 6th grade (I suppose that made me 10 at the time)
  • I STILL write the alphabet in print, script and calligraphy in my free time
  • Poems have always come easily to me…so has creative writing, but oddly enough I am having the hardest time composing an ending to a book I started in late 2005/early 2006. Too critical of my own work
Basically, writing is in me the way breathing comes instinctively. Second to writing, would be cooking and other “hobbies” like photography, drawing, Interior Design, arts & crafts and watching movies.
I have had a love of words since I was a child. I owned a Junior Scrabble game and love to expand my vocabulary. I once drew on an old journal, “Thoughts to words, words to sentences, sentences spoken, words heard”. It’s the basic cycle of thoughts manifesting. Thoughts are things and become enlivened with the passion of writers, thinkers, speakers…I truly believe the world goes ’round and history is penned by those who take the nuances of events and weave them into tablets of reference.
I am learning every time that I write…more about how much I love writing. I have literary hopes that far span erotica, poetry and short stories. I’d love to write something epic and classic for the times and have my name written/spoken beside bards of old and great authors in my time.
I pray that my work touches…any one…if only one. I would hope that my love could be felt through every word I create. That’s my ultimate goal.

18~ Monkey In The Middle

Have you ever been in a love triangle…with you as the object of desire?

Not to my knowledge…

To me…a love triangle so to speak, is one where not only are there three players…they know of their competition. If not “knowing” them…knowing that someone else is getting the love and attention of the admired.

I’ve been in one where someone ELSE was the object of desire…but, that’s it mi amigo/as.

Can’t elaborate on anything I haven’t experienced.


17~ Baby Love

Do you think young people can fall in love and it be true?

Yep. LOL (is this a running theme? I am always saying YES to love…)

Okay, in my defense…I know SEVERAL couples who are married with children and toughing it out in committed relationships close to 21 years later…who were in love in High School.

I always hoped that I’d fall in love so deeply with someone and they do the romantic things that I saw my friends do for their loves back then. Valentine’s Day deliveries to their class…prom dates…Homecoming King and Queen together. I saw that so much and it has worked for a lot of folks.

I don’t think being young has SHIT to do with knowing and understanding love. Just like you have old ass muhfuggas who refuse to grow the hell up and embrace the potential of love. You can be 50+ still hustling the game…not knowing jack about what it takes to be “in love”. I believe there are “Peter Pan” souls born into some who never allow the maturer things to set in as they age. I also believe that their are older souls born into babies that experience life and love vividly, deeply, truly and grasp the importance of it’s place.

I want to shout out some of my favorite folk from High School…*raising e-glass* Here’s to Young Love…

Tochia & Larry

Tameka & Darryl

Keith & Rarsha

Kim & Crandall

Troy & Mary

May God continue to bless your forever young love 🙂

16~ Windows of the Soul

Do you believe in love at first sight?

Now, come on…I’m the “Kween of Love” for goodness sakes. Of COURSE, I do. In my head and heart…love of all kinds are possible. The truth of love isn’t in the perfect scenario…it’s in the impossible and unexpected one.

I think people envision love at first sight as being some physical connection. That would be true in a basic and primal sense…but, I’ve been taught the spiritual and metaphysical parts of life and I know that when two kindred spirits lock eyes…they see past the shell and veneer. I believe their spirits do this soul dance and for a moment in time…they meet in the air, leaving their bodies and doing some cosmic swirl kiss that ends with them going back to their frames…touched by the other. A piece of the other left in the form of an impression.

Yea, I know…I’m hopeless, right?

Some naive, gullible, romantic who wishes upon stars and thinks of fairytales as the rule, not quite excepted. Nope. I’m a realist. I believe in all of the variables that come into play in a relationship. I believe that even if people fall at first glance…they don’t always stay in the abyss in some splendid love oblivion. Eventually, if they don’t make the proper sacrifices, seize their moments of happiness and commit in a timely fashion…that beginning connection can fade.

love at first sight,
is like
two kids,
whose room windows face the other…
kinda like
monica and quincy
always remembering
the moment that love
knocked on their window
in the midnight hour
needing a haven
…those star-crossed boos
hooked on the silent smiles
and private giggles
thrown in blinking awe…
it’s the moment
the eyes of one,
stare into the eyes of the other…
in the reflection
of the windows of their souls…

Okay, so what…I got a lil poetic. Fugg y’all. LOLOL

15~ I Got Love…

Can you live without a love relationship?

Nope…because a love relationship isn’t specifically between a man and a woman. I’ve got love 24/7…

I’ve got friends and family and I’ve got love for self…I’ve got love for nature and life. I’m in love with everything around me…

Right now, there’s no one special. I’m not in a relationship with a soul, but God. I like it that way. As far as I’m concerned…His love and mine has to be rock solid before I go giving love to another human. I want to be reinforced in my spiritual infrastructure. I’ve always been strong, but I want for my soul to be receptive ONLY to the one who has the wherewithal and stamina to match his intent…and even then I have to be interested in slowing down for the catch.

I did say recently to my girl Joy, that I’m at the point where I can say that if God saw fit for me to be single and just surround me with family and friends to love…I’d be happy. Would loneliness for a man’s touch seep in from time to time? Sure…undoubtedly. Yet, I’m willing to bet that what is going to draw any potential dude…is seeing me from afar…giddy. Happy with my life…head reared back in belly laughter. Not somewhere sitting lonely, looking as if I need saving. MY king is going to see my elation and want to join into the program…already in progress.

Did I even answer the question? LOL #kweenshrugs

14~ Romance, No Chance

Recreate your most romantic date (a real one)…

See, ANOTHER damn instance of me creating questions without myself in mind. SHIT.

I’ve been in a couple significant relationships in my life…guys I can say I was in love with and felt we’d be together forever. One relationship spanning almost the entirety of my 20’s…but, never a truly “romantic” date was experienced.

Let me just say, I think that a romantic date doesn’t HAVE to have candles, dinner, music, walks on the beach, etc. Romance is not the event…it’s the INTENT. It’s, “Baby, I made you dinner…it burned a little…but I made it for you and bought your favorite wine and sorbet…”. Romance is the result of having listened to your mate and showing them that you’re listening. It’s not a plot to get out of something you’ve done wrong. It’s not an attempt to keep them from “bitching”. It’s not a once-a-year commercially induced ploy to get some extra nookie. It’s reminding them that they mean the world to you by giving them something that is private, intimate, and personalized.

I’ve never been to an exclusively romantic dinner…

I’ve never had someone just pop up and surprise me with a favorite thing…

The one time I DID receive roses…it was because he’d fucked up…

I’ve had nice things done for me sporadically…wouldn’t call them “romantic”.

I’ve never had a man, plan a day around me…do something especially for me…aver his love for me in a special way…ever.

I’ve done romantic things for others though…so maybe that’s it. The romantic dinner I had…was planned BY me, for my ex and I.

It was our 1st anniversary. I spent all day cleaning and cooking (we’d just moved in so I had a lot to do). I made him Turkey Wings, Homemade Mashed Potatoes, and Skillet corn…and a yellow cake w/chocolate frosting. I bought some Vanilla Haagen-Dazs…and made sure when he got home everything was ready and perfect. That particular night…I knew that Whitney Houston was having a concert on HBO from South Africa…and quite appropriately…she sang one of our favorite songs, “Lover for Life”.

He enjoyed the meal and the dessert…and the concert…and me. LOL So yea…that’s my romantic date. 🙂

(See how sometimes you’re learning the perspective of things? I saw how I’d been thinking of being romanced instead of romancing and hadn’t given thought to a moment that was indeed tender. Even if it was me who had to initiate it 🙂

13~ Agape Love

Kween of Love 🙂

Do you believe in unconditional love?


Agape love…*notice how it’s the same word that means “open”*


2 [ah-gah-pey, ah-guh-pey, aguh]

–noun, plural -pae[-pahy, -pahy, -pee] -pai [-pahy, -pahy]for 3.


the love of god or Christ for humankind.

the love of Christians for other persons, corresponding to the love of God for humankind.

unselfish love of one person for another without sexual implications; brotherly love.

so yea, I do.

Conditions are limitations. Once you start saying, “I love you, but…” or “I love them because…” you’re set up for failure. Folks used to ask me why I loved my ex. “What IS it about him, Kali?” I was asked on more than one occasion…and though I COULD have (and have) chosen a few reasons…the truth was, “I just do…”

No reason. No motive. No excuses. Sometimes you love someone just because. I love my friends and family. I love strangers in the street. I met an old lady in Dunkin Donuts today…and out of nowhere she and I began clicking. This little old, short white lady with tight gray curls…was so adorable to me. Perhaps the spirit of my grandma. Either way…I claimed her. She said she had grandkids my age (because I said I was OLD, LOL). I said as I patted her on the back, “I could use another grandma!” Well, she reached up and kissed my cheek and hugged me (which I believe I sorely needed). I was too giddy. Did it matter that she was a stranger? WHITE? …nope. I hearted her for that moment and I will have impressions of unconditional love on my heart from that moment in time…clearly, a sign of care from my angel…my grandma.

It’s hard to love at times when you yourself are in need of some loving care. You want people to reach out to you and behold you with all of the strength and fervor…all of the boundless intent…that you attempt to love others…but, then…that would be conditional. Loving in the HOPES that someone might love you back. I’d say it was a thankless job…but, then I’d be forgetting that God is VERY grateful that His Kali (child closest to God in Egyptian)…is reppin’ him like a G!

At times…I have to put down my armor and shield. My sword and fight. I am SO fiercely protective of people I love that I often forget that they have been given the same thing that I was given…volition. They will tumble and fall as I have…and with the help of people who love them such as myself, will get back up again. Sometimes, you have to put worldly limits on a universal indefinableness…just to survive. Not that you’d be placing condition on YOUR love…just a limit to how far you’re willing to go to prove you love someone.

I’ve loved and still love every person who meant a thing to me…

“In distance, love exists…arms stretched past lines of unseen defense. In distance, love exists…powers engaged past forces of human frailty. In distance, love exists…in my prayers for you, even when I have nothing to gain but the feeling that I love you…in distance…with no condition”

~Thee Kween