Friday, March 25, 2011

Be Love

It’s amazing how you feel in love,
When you’re feeling love,
With your fill-in love.
Its a maze in which you’re lost in love,
When you’re lost in love,
while lusting love.
See, there’s a difference between
Being in love…and being in lust…and being in like,
And there’s a difference between
Loving someone and lusting for someone
Unless you’re a sex addict right?
We all go through phases of love…
you’ve got the cheap thrills
And the one who fills-in until you find the real deal.
But who has time to kill?
Im just keepin it Real.
Are you trying to hear what I’m trying to feeeel?
It’s insane that we play games with love,
Wear fake ass names in love,
And stake claims to love,
But won’t change for love.
It’s in saying that we want to be loved;
but we should see loves simply what we should BE…
"LOVE"



Affairs Of The Heart

I am admittedly hesitant when it comes to affairs of the Heart.
My reminiscences continue to return to ill fated Love and placing my apples before the cart.
Of unimaginable pain almost too much for me to bear.
Until I noticed you shining brightly with such insurmountable glare…
It’s how you stand before me and gently kiss my lips, the way you hold me closely and firmly grip my hips.
The feelings that I feel when you’re inside me feverishly grunting inaudible words.
That secret language we speak, that no one else has heard.
that Smile of yours that warms my heart and reassured me that we were fine, and how everyone before you was such a waste of time.
And now what is so willingly obvious and undeniably true, is how I am unquestionably, powerlessly and absolutely enthralled with you.




Monday, March 21, 2011

Right Now...


One summer I was invited to a weekend getaway at a popular Lake spot right outside of our City. My friend that invited me thought I would be a nice addition to a previous trip she and some more friends were trying to make a summer tradition. A Girls retreat so to speak, where they all got together for a refreshing timeout, enjoying the weather, the food, the camaraderie and the proverbial Girl Talk. Now for someone else this may have seemed like a great idea; but for me it would have been hell. See although I knew all of the guest invited I was not comfortable spending the weekend with a group of woman that I didn’t have much in common with outside of the female factor. This is not to say that these women are flawed by any means. I just don’t think like most women, and because of this I just don’t fit well in women circles, and to avoid me being miserable and them finding me even less likeable than they already did I said Thanks but No Thanks.

See I knew that the days would be great eating, shopping and soaking up the weather, but the evenings would cause me to cringe. After the days events there would be alcohol and the famous relationship talk and I would be forced to sit there listening to The Savior, The Boss, The Dodge Girl, The Homegirl, and The President of “The Man Haters Club”

The Savior
Bless her heart. She’s willing to do what ever it takes to have a man. She is afraid of being replaced by a woman that can out do her. She believes that if she does everything in her power to keep him happy it will make her indispensable. Pick up his dry cleaning, clean his apartment, wash his clothes, feed the dog, cook, iron, inconvenience herself to convenience him, and even put her self in debt to keep his finances in order. She always settles for less, and always gets less than she settles for.

The BOSS
In her eyes black men are totally unmanageable, uneducated, lazy, and unprepared for life. She has a Good Man, but she has never met a Black man that was up to her standards, including hers. She picks him apart like a vulture would a dead carcass. She calls to find out his location, who he’s with and where he’s going. LMFAO She talks so bad about this man you have to ask yourself why she is with him in the first damn place, and even though she talks like he’s expendable she’s extremely paranoid that he is plotting to leave her. She can’t stand to not be in control of everything and of all situations. She runs around like a Chicken with her head cut off Regulating MOFO’s. She volunteers for shit at work, Church, her children’s school and her social clubs, because in her head nothing can get done right without her. Instead of loving her man and letting him be a man she tries to Controls his Ass. She’s afraid of the unknown and the uncontrollable.

The Dodge Girl
She gets real close to men but will dodge being in a relationship. She believes if she crosses the line of romance she will be hurt. She loves the presence of men in her life and she has several for different needs; but she refuses to be more than friends. She is very skilled at keeping men at a comfortable distance. Using them for what ever her need is, but never allowing herself to feel. She’s in denial and can’t get past the pain of her last relationship, she is bound to miss out on someone new dwelling on someone old.

The Home girl
She hasn’t been in a relationship in years. She started drinking after her last relationship out of misery. Because of a past Pain spot she has never believed that men found her to be attractive. She’s heard it all before Love God and yourself first and it will all fall into place; but she’s tried that shit and it didn’t work for her. So she’s let her self go over the years and decided Candy is Dandy but liquor is quicker. She’s funny as hell and allot of fun to be around. Men love her company because she tells good jokes and can hold her liquor, but they all see her as the home girl and not potential mate. She periodically has a fling or two with married or otherwise attached men. She would love to have a relationship of her own, but because her Self Esteem is in the gutter her self-defeating behavior is a turn factor. Men see what she ultimately believes about herself and don’t bother, and she has decided to replace companionship and love with an Ice Cold Budwiser.

The President of the “Man Haters Club”
This chick has decided somewhere in her life that all men are useless, and she will remind them of there uselessness when ever she gets the opportunity. She’s on a personal mission to make sure that no man has the chance to use, reject, abuse, or insult her mad ass again. When she meets a man she doesn’t even give him a chance to find out who he is because in her angry head he’s the last MOFO she dated and she has already prepared her strategy to get him before he gets her. The symptoms she displays are her bad attitude and, her smart ass mouth full of fucked up remarks, and a constant Frown on her face. Who wants to be bothered with that… She creates drama on purpose to prevent what she believes to be the inevitable. She can’t enjoy the present because of her past pain.

Life is so simple; but we tend to complicate it.
One thing I do have in common with those women is that just like them and all human beings I want to Love and be loved. But it is impossible to do that without staying in the moment. I tell my daughters that if someone Loves you, nothing will keep them away from you, and if they don’t love you, nothing you do will make them stay.

To live in the moment doesn’t mean you don’t have plans for the future it only means that you have no fearfulness of those plans by controlling the situation. You never deny yourself. You do what makes you smile until it discontinues to make you smile, no more and no less. You never project the future into the moment with expectations of grandeur. This only causes huge disappointments when your expectations don't come into fruition. You understand that fucked up shit may have happened in your life that is not unique to you so you have got to give up the hope that the past could have been any different and move the fuck on! Don’t punish people in your life for what was. The cause for unhappiness is not a situation but what you think about the Situation. If you believe that the Past gives you your identity and the future holds the promise of Salvation and fulfillment in what ever form, you are so delusional; because if life is not right now this moment when is it?

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Black Magic

This morning I had an interesting conversation with an old friend of mine on the subject of dating. He and I have been friends for a little over 30 years, and although our romantic relationship is one for the archives our friendship has sustained the passage of time. If I have relationship questions who better to ask but a man, better yet a man whose opinion I trust.


We had laughed and talked for about 15 minutes on the of topic dating and how he had been on 2 dates the prior week, and both woman talked continuously about their past dreadful experiences with black men.

On the first date he said he attempted to defend Black men as a whole but to no avail cause his date was so adamant about all black men being the same. He finally came to the conclusion that she only accepted another date with a brother was to Fuck his night up. He had more happening s planned after dinner; but her disposition wore him down and he bowed out soon after the check came. She even had the audacity to call him the next day; but he let her call go to voice mail.

Date #2 was not singing the “all black men are dogs” song but she talked about her recent decision to date outside of her race due to her past relationships with black men. We chatted on the subject a little while longer joking about the 2 sistahs he went out with and he posed the question to me.

Would I ever consider dating outside of my race?

My answer was swift and fixed.

Never!

The thought Never crossed my mind.

He wasn’t shocked I don’t believe, because he knows me completely; but he went on to ask me why not? My experiences with Black men had not been Peachy, including my 16 year marriage. Why had I never given this a thought?

I dug deep yall, and this is what I told him:

I Love Black Men!
Black men intrigue me to no end.
How solemn and detached they can be when thinking of their next move.

I’m so Proud of them
How they hold their head up and sustain their dignity in a country that is littered with impediments designed to derail them.
I Love the way Black men Talk…
How they infuse all of the around the way vernacular into the
Kings English and articulate their points creatively.
Common Sense and Book Sense
Block Knowledge meets formal Education. #Michael Eric Dyson
Who else has that quality?

I Love the way a black men make me feel!
I don’t have to explain myself to a Black man.
He understands me.
He doesn’t Judge me
He shares the same views, hopes, and aspirations that I do
We have the same memories about shit
He was watching Good Times and Soul Train back in the day just like me!

I’m inspired by his Perseverance
I can’t get enough of his drive and ambition.
His determination to succeed…

I Love the way he walks
A Black man can be broke and down on his Luck; but baby that walk is gonna say I own the MOFO place!

I Love the way he treats his Momma.
Most black men have been raised by strong Black woman and understand that the Black Womans Survival instinct is keen and only one part of her multidimensional personality.

And OMG!!!
The way Black men Look and carry themselves…
His Melanin, Lord Have Mercy…
My complexion is fair in the winter and a buttery Carmel in the summer; but I Love me some Brown Skin up against My Brown Skin!!!
Skin so Brown Lips so Round Baby how can I be Down?
Shit!!!!

No body can completely imitate a Black Mans qualities.
Abracadabra! It's Magic... lmfao
That SWAG…
I don’t give a Fuck where you from
VanDyke and Harper
Lenox and a hundred and twenty fifth
Crenshaw and Slauson
Madison & Laramie
or Naturalbridge and Kingshighway
No one can dress like a Black Man
Hat cocked ace deuce
Or fitted cap pulled down low or turned to the back
Crisp hair cut
Fly ass Gear!
It can not be duplicated and does not look the same on anyone else

My Father
My Grand Father
My Son
My Brother
My Uncle
My Kings!!!
I Can’t Live without em yall…