Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
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No rhyme or rhythm yet very synchronized
Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.
This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.
A desire to love without boundaries
A desire to pour and uplift
A desire to build a future
shattered
loss and grief
Looking for a source
finding the roots of The tree
Nursing and pruning
Acceptance and apology
unbecoming to become
daily efforts
pause, silence
who is this?
rebirth
So sure, yet so unsure
set eyes on you and you intrigued me
perhaps it was the bike you rode or
what i had researched meticulously and learnt about you
i spoke but apparently you respond in 365 days plus
would you be the first from the land to have my attention since my adulthood
or were you meant to withdraw every possibility of anything due to cowardice or a deeper reason unknown to me
You appear so brave as the lion laying carefree and knowing he’s the King and I believe you walk in that light Hi
Perhaps I’m the one hallucinating and thinking there is and could be more
I don’t intend to pursue because I am not your Cup of tea
Frankly I fault you not, parce que I am an acquired taste
One that you can’t quite forget after tasting
Like caviar to a basic pallet craving depth
I’ve just never felt so free with someone especially one I have never set eyes on
Never given a handshake, never smirked at
Yet One who weakens my defenses like a cell blocker to all radio activity
The one more than my bestest best friend if there ever was such a person
I wake up and the first correspondence I look for
Is one from you, you’ve turned me into an hourly message checker because I refuse to use notifications
Some days I am weary of all the time I’m investing and it’s ramifications
I call it a good week if we have honest communication where you actually say something
You are a closed book and I am aware
I just ask that you don’t withhold anything
Your opinions are precious nuggets for my gold bar
They bring a closeness to you even though I’m afar
I’ll attempt to withdraw some days to see if I thrive
But from my previous attempt it felt like I had forgotten my car keys and couldn’t drive
I absolutely need to figure out what I’ve encountered here
It is then that I can be bare and near
….
If it can’t be nothing more than I have experienced
Can you at least make sure it will always be 100 honest
So sure, yet so unsure
set eyes on you and you intrigued me
perhaps it was the bike you rode or
what i had researched meticulously and learnt about you
i spoke but apparently you respond in 365 days plus
would you be the first from the land to have my attention since my adulthood
or were you meant to withdraw every possibility of anything due to cowardice or a deeper reason unknown to me
sometimes i think of more with you but most times i know you are taken and comitted
there is a connection i cant quite pinpoint
but there is also you as my listening ear which i value
its true not every connection is meant to turn into a romance, you may be my producer one day
whatever you become, im wishing mostly you become my lifelong friend in truth, trust and loyalty
(annotated version)
November came with a vengeance
She came unexpectedly
She ripped and tore my clothes leaving me exposed
She then Proceeded to perform open heart surgery with no warning and no anesthesia
Pain is an understatement of what she brung
She took away love and hope
Replaced it with pain and despair
She gave me no room to redeem or repent
I had so much hope for November
She’s only been here a few days
Yet I yearn to forget her, almost ready for her to leave
Was waiting for thanksgiving to thank october for giving way to November.
For bringing me love when and where I least expected
But I guess that was me dreaming
November will i be ever greatful for what you are here for
I know not
Articulate immaculate and stunning
I had heard a little about you a few hours to meeting yoû
To be honest I was not looking forward to meeting anyone
I just wanted to show up for a long time friend graduating
You walked into a bar full of what one may call attractive ppl but all I could see was you
Drenched in beauty and dripping with eloquence
I tried to brush you off but it seemed you took to me as I took to you
The more we spoke the fonder I grew of my new found friend
Oh my I Gave up the friend title already
I think I’ve been smacked unbeknownst to me by a bug
Yh that l word at first site one
Dang how did this happen
You trailed me all night, even left with me to go run an errand, you spent the night and woke up to spend the day with me till it was time for me to leave
You asked if my marriage meant anything and I don’t have an answer because
I can’t keep you second
And frankly I have no firsts.
You can however always be my Joy
How
Here in this moment
Yet so far away
I dream of getting old with you
Running your ever so hot bath water
I yearn to be that hot water that you love so deeply running through your crevices
I wish that just for a second I could tap into the mind of God
I would ask him for you to be mine and a guaranteed entry into heaven for you
I would ask him to reveal himself to you always in your journey with him
I would tell him of how you live for him and no one else
It’s that, that is it- the reason I love you
As human as I am
All I truly want for you is what gives you peace and happiness
Of what purpose am I to you if I don’t bring that
Our sons are built on our backs
From the moment we initiate the process of baby making
Through their births to the very days we carry them as infants
They are on our backs
In protective cloth on the very bones that our bodies depend on
We toil through all life’s elements to make sure that they never have to suffer
Our backs, our backbones are the resting place for our strong sons
We will keep building them on our backs till the very day we are laid to rest on our backs
The man that was living a free life
How did he end up here
We all looked up to him
To find a man like him
Or raise a child like him
He had done it all by carefully navigating the road
How did he end up here
Mad at the thought of his own DNA
Paying through his nose for DNA
DNA of a child he wanted
But one whose mum had her for an agenda
It hurt to see him hurt
To hear him say
He was put off
Now guarding his eyes and heart
More alienated than the shores of an archipelago
Maximum security similar to Guantanamo
I sat and thought
How did he end up here
Then a voice said
My daughter do you not Trust me?
I will take you through the storm so you can see the rainbow
I will fight on your behalf
Lay your burdens on me and trust that
In my own time I will make all things beautiful
So I prayed thanking the Man Upstairs
For my friend and his journey up here
How did he end up here
The voice replied: I raised him up here
🖊MYA
I wanna be the reason you cry and the reason you smile,
I wanna be the reason you live, reason you breathe,
I want my touch to relieve you of stress
And my kisses to strip you of your dress,
I wanna see you naked, no weave no makeup,
I wanna be true with you, baby no cover up,
I want our moments to be great, like an awesome first date,
I wanna run my fingers down ur body as I mentally capture every grove and count,
I wanna rest my hands on your bosom, as your heart beats my frustrations away,
I wanna be lost in your eyes knowing that you found me,
I wanna watch the sunrise on your face assuring me that you are the light of my life,
As your beauty grows throughout the trials my love still endures,
Am i yet to find you, i know not,have I already met you, maybe so
So until you come true my love
You will be MY Dream
And you will sound and feel just like I have written
FOR YOU FOR EVERYONE
General Meaning: Representing the energy of a Queen, this feminine power was traditionally known as a widow, crone or divorcee. In modern times, she can be viewed as a model of self-sufficiency, independence and intelligence. She often has extremely high standards due to her subtle sensitivities, which can be perceived by those around her as being critical or hard to please. Her true motive is to refine the world, to upgrade peoples’ understanding — so that everyone can have the space they need to become fully themselves.
She is not interested in conforming. She is too intelligent to be confined to the role of housewife or nursemaid, although she is perfectly competent in those areas. She chooses her associations (or her solitude), and is seldom caught up in dependent relationships — at least not for long. Her intelligence is not always the most comfortable to be around, but she can be counted on to see through superficiality and point to the truth of a situation.
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