Love Never Dies But Relationships Expire

Loss of My One True Love

Dedicated to C.S. & J.R. A

October 21, 2012

Missed moments of unfiltered love;

Lying in your arms and our hearts beating as one;

First thought of the day is of you and me and the possibilities for us;

Love sauntering and misting our atmosphere with joy;

 Memories of happier places and times combine into one emotion.

My eyes a reflection of our love for you are the core of my existence for you are my one true love.

Swaying to the breeze of your presence I am nerved each day by the intensity of that which is you.

The cosmic reproduction of ecstasy at the mere sight of your smile causes happiness to erupt from within me that must be sinful because its vibration reverberates into the jauntiness in my voice.

Our love is puissant even when you and I can no longer be, for you are my one true love.

Time may erode our relationship but our love evolves and like the sun our love provides constant light into the darkness of this life.

Seasons may go and you and I may part, but our love like red oak is solid.

People Just Can't Be Real

Miss Me with Your Lies

October 20, 2012

Saying it is so doesn’t make it true.

They’re just a few jumbled words fumbling out your mouth that only you believe.

Actions speak volumes, but your words fall flat.

Meaningless sounds of garbage formed to make illogical facts.

Scream it to the top of your lungs and sing it to all who are nice enough to listen,

But spare those of us with integrity the disgust of listening to your filth.

Saying your falsified facts louder doesn’t make them any truer.

They’re just a few strings of waste spewing from the hole in your face.

Who are you trying to convince with your outlandish explanations and elaborate stories?

Now the part that strikes me as strange is the fact that you’ve lied so long that even you have started to believe them.

Dream it if you must and let it spill out if you can, but save the lies for inside your head because I as well as most can do without your mess.

Don’t do me any favors by assaulting my ears with your atrocious words and insignificant phrases.

I am not in need of any artificial additives to the overall daily schemata of my life.

Some may marvel in your web of deceit, but life itself is interesting enough for me.

Miss me with your lies and dismiss me from your mind because I can certainly do without your make believe tales.

Dedicated to my friend Shana Marie Green

On Point (Life of a well-kept woman)

I keep it tight and everything on point not for the boys playing men, but

I do if for the love----

The love of me is what makes me stay on point.

I don’t need a shallow perception of who others think I should claim to be.

Nor do I sustain off the glam of the words of those who starve to fit.

I conform to my own way of living because my life isn’t fulfilled by man but by God alone.

The point is the essence of who I am and strive to be.

It is the inner strength that supports me when I am torn down by the stereotypical malarkey

I am horse fed by the masses who only want to change me into a manufactured image of the ideal woman.

I do it for the love----

The love of me is what makes me take that extra minute in the mirror.

I don’t need a shallow perception of who others seek to make me be.

Nor is my thirst for excellence quenched by people’s unhealthy admiration.

I transformed from a girl, to a lady, and now a woman because I decided to make it a point of importance in my life to keep myself on point.

I do it for the love--- the love of me.

Place to Meet My Soulmate: Walmart Line

Place to Meet My Sou lmate: Walmart Line

Glances in your direction as air escapes my parted lips.
Trying to think of something clever to say to strike up a convo with you.
Phrases and fragmented thoughts bombarding my over anxious mind as your transaction nears its end.
Just thinking of words to make you respond seems hard to do for a college grad.
Perhaps an exchange of numbers or Facebook names even would be nice.
One moment in time to meet my possible soul mate, but no words form to express my infatuation.
A simple smile sliding across my face as you take your bags to leave.
Brain freeze...the father of my future children just walked away.
There is always next time I suppose because Walmart lines are always long.