Sweet Memories

Sweet Memories

I have the sweet memory of a good time
Where I was treated how I have longed to be treated
By a man of character, stance and gentleness
I have the sweet memory of Dallas where I will forever associate this memory too.
Where hospitality is a way of life and gentlemen thrive
I felt like a woman and it will forever be in my heart

In Texas everything is BIGGER
That includes generosity and the gentle hearts of their souls.
I have sweet memories of intimate dining and awkward introductions
To passionate, lustful encounters
From the soothing sounds of MJB and the RoC to
Clubbing from the clouds of Dallas where the city lights are beckoning me to stay
of Sunday lingering and sad goodbyes
I have sweet memories…

WHo will be there for me?

Who will be there for me?

Who will be there all night next to me from dust to dawn?
When I awake from sweet slumber with a yawn.
Sharing early morning strolls through mist in our lawn.

Who will simply love me and accept all that is within
When I just want to be held so tightly that our heart beats become synced
With love so sure we sketch each others initials on body parts in tattooed ink

To share morning joys and evening lasting pains
When my lovely fawn mane becomes brittle, gray strains

Who will be there for me?

So I can cast my fears away and let him see through my façade
And the many years of heavy guards

Who will be there to love me, cherish me, finesse me, caress me, kiss me
Someone I can’t stop,
Won’t stop loving, holding, spooning, adoring

Despite the challenges and obstacles I want to know who will be there for me
Not for awhile but forever, a lifetime and far beyond in the heavenly skies

I must not lie
For I feel I know who this he may be for he is forever in my dreams
If he is the one to be there for me then for him
I’ll be…

Ready and willing to give myself
Longing to feel love reciprocate
with nothing left
and not willing to live without him…

For what is life, without the one who will be there for me?

Am I Capable

Am I capable of picking a good man
See, I never picked a cheater or a beater.

And they were all believers
But not willing receivers

Did not taking me seriously
And sometimes misleading.

And though I sit and ponder…
Am I capable of picking the right man

That is willing to explore
The possibility of holy matrimony
To include a beautiful ceremony

Not afraid of committing
Trusts me when I say I’m ready for fidelity
longevity and a family.

Understands my complexity
And realizes it is not abnormality
But individuality.

Compassion and Love
Is what I want to share
To show you that I truly care

To be that gift as the scriptures reads:
when a man findeth a wife he findeth a good thing.

But am I Capable of choosing the right man

When I’ve only selected failed relationships
Never happily-ever-after just short of everlasting

Lacking compatibility
Is the justifiable message I use to maintain credibility?
When the truth is I don’t have a clue.

Do I scare them away or perhaps it’s intimidating to stay?
They always come back wanting to replay
But at that point I desire no more
And I humbly ignore
Since to you I no longer belong.

I disconnect and never turn back
I walk away and feel no lack.

And continue to wonder?
Am I capable of choosing my lover?

I'm the Catch!

Shit, I'm the Catch.
Walking around detached without a latch.
As they gawk at me in awe of my charm and sex appeal. Too afraid to step to me because they can’t believe it’s real.
See, they don't make them like me anymore -- classy and sexy yet sophisticated.
And don't forget the confidence not to be confused with conceit because I am still flattered by a gentleman’s compliment.
Shit, I'm the Catch.
And I'm walking around without a latch
without my match.
They break they neck and do a double take; fix their eyes on my left side and are stunned when they don’t see a shine.
Intrigue by my cool ass vibe and reluctant smile; they wait to catch a glimpse of intellect when I part my lips.
and I whisper.. I'm the Catch.
Walking around free like a bird egg about to hatch.
So go on and devise your plan your scheme to wed thee
or pull away from what God Made; this DNA is one of a kind -- sculpted and designed over time, sincere and very divine.
Like the taste of aged red wine…
Cause Shit, I’m the Catch!

Time Passing

Time Passing

I watched my life tick away today. No literally, I watched the second-hand rotate for several seconds that turned into minutes…and I wondered.

Why can’t time be rewound – it is racing away and I don’t have control over it
Tick-tock
Tick-tock

So I better seize this moment because it will not return to me…and I wondered.

Why is the second-hand red – is it because it reflects urgency. I am racing the clock but when is the race complete?
Tick-tock
Tick-tock

I watched my life past by today. No literally, I glared at the clock and watch each tick
tock bye.
Five minutes has passed I better haul ass, finish all my daily task because before long today will be gone.

There is no pause, no hesitation just constant revolving: trees bristling, wind whistling and my pen scribbling…
Tick-tock
Tick-tock.

Amen

A man has a strong conviction for Jesus Christ, the resurrected;

and knows no stronger affliction.

He expresses himself with a firm gentleness and believes every woman should be treated with dignity; is decisive and upholds his stance and relies solely on self-ability.

Has discernment and isn't easily deceived; and will never use power and force to be relieved.

Will tell you NO and affirm his choice with great restraint; resist whenever temptation

exist.

Amen

Shows these attributes through his story and actions;

if you watch his account closely it's revealed through his story.

Willingly fathers' his child with eagerness and pride; because through his child's life testament, he shines.

Considers a woman's beauty an asset but knows her soul is where the treasure lies;

a polite and gentle soul opens doors, helps her with her coat and soothe her pain when she cries.

He selects his wife with wit knowing there's only one worthy of mothering and loving through lifes journey; with a promise of fidelity for eternity.

Amen

I'm Grown

I'm Grown
I'm grown, I don't like to go to the club; I like to stay home.
I don't play many games and I don't mind being alone.
Stop asking me why I don't have kids;
like it is the norm to be a mom.
And even if it is so what -- I am grown.
Yes, I live alone, have a ride and hold my own.
Respect me and don't stress me; and no you can't bone.
I've been doing me for far too long to let you in my dome.
And if that's what you want then just move along.
Baby, I'm GROWN!

Last Night

I don’t want this to be confused as a sex thing
Cause boy I am very much into you.

last night was a beautiful script;
and you were right on cue.

I’m trying hard not to fall or be tripped;
Being that I don’t wanna be the only one who’s whipped

and my girl keeps telling me you just not into me
Cause I’m making it way to easy for you to be

but I never understood the use of mind games
and I figured as adults we can keep our feelings tamed

And if we are not on one accord
Then eventually we can just move on

But she like naw girl you gotta make him work!

'cause everybody likes a challenge and to be provoked.

then she asks ‘why he never comes by your home’?
And I'm like damn she just opened another can of worms.

But that’s my girl, she never miss a beat;
I told her the truth -- he says it to far up the street.

She was like pack your bags you have to stride;
cause if you ain’t worth the drive he's not worth the ride.

Besides you are way to fine -- you don’t have to be his sex thing;
And right now he has you on a very long string.

But deep inside she realize I have to decide;
Besides, she's tired -- we’ve been through this a half of dozen times.

Yet, I’m trying to hang on and give him a chance to see what is rare;
Although, by now; I should know he really just don’t care.

If he would just take a moment to notice my yearning stare;
He will see and begin to feel the love I’m trying to share.
Nevertheless, my feelings are deeper then these words; And usually love isn't returned until I'm gone.

I swear, whenever my heart catches up to my mind
I will let love drift until it finds…

Tee

Heartless

I've turned to stone. I'll let the ink bleed and the words cry, for now on.