I feel new anticipations when I look at you

A brand new excitement that’s better than before

Your smiles are genuine

And so are mine

It would be nice if we could sit down

And explore our differences

Because I don’t mind that you may not agree

That if you asked me to need you I’d surely say yes

And feel blessed

That we could chat about our undeniable likeness

But I would never erase the things that make you different

After all that’s what attracted me to you

Isn’t it?

Poetry

I have posted two poems in the Poetry section of this blog and I would like to take the time to briefly explain where the two pieces are coming from.

The first one, Patchwork Man, was created by a fellow poet who is very good at expressing his experience and sometimes inexperience in life. I felt I needed to share it because we have all been in both positions. So take the time to take it in.

The second one, Seamstress, is my response to the aforementioned poem. It find it amazing how people can feed off of each other and create something really intriguing so I had to post it. If I come across any other poets that do the same I will definitely post it here.

That’s my word.

Peace.

Everything & Anything

Patchwork man, patchwork man,

let me be your seamstress

I would thread your heart together so tight

All the edges would be seamless

A fresh piece of fabric I would use for you

A symbol of my presence

Every year I would add to the patch careful not to rip it

Silk or satin

Cotton and wool

Everything would be hand woven

Aware of the patches that have come loose

I would surely be glad to close them

Although this seamstress could sew well

As if her cloths were brand new

Her patches that have fallen apart

Would need some work done too

The time that has passed has worn down her fabric

It’s in need of being re-stitched

But up until now, no one was worth

The time it takes to mend it

The patch that she would give to you

Seems tailor made for hers

Because all the needles that she once knew had only left her hurt

My hands have grown tired

My fingers are sore

From holding the needle steady

So I was wondering if I could hold the patch

While I watch you delicately thread it

Patchwork man, patchwork man will you be my seamstress

My thread has come loose

I’ve left it just for you

Please come sit down and repair it.

That’s my word.

Peace.

Poetry

It makes sense to me though some will not understand

How I’ve drawn the conclusion I’m a patchwork man

Like the quilts of the month that my momma hand stitched

With the thread of a needle and the flick of her wrist

Just let me run down just what patch working means

There’s a heart that’s been torn then re-sewn at the seams

Through life its gets broken and at times ripped apart

That’s just when the sewing and the patch working starts

See the death of a loved one is most hard to face

But that piece of your heart has to now be replaced

So you mix and you match and you ramble thru scraps

You’ll probably get close but you won’t find a match

And just when that new piece you find starts to blend

You fall out of love and need patchwork again

This time it’s not big, only a small piece of fabric

You’d think you could match it, but they’ll surely not have it

The next thing you welcome the birth of a child

A giant piece of fabric to sew takes a while

In continuation with the whole patch working theme

You replace an old flame with the one of your dreams

Your dream love was cool it but it wasn’t meant to be

So you took back your ex cause ya’ll had history

Your trust is renewed so you deal with the fact

They left and came back with a whole other patch

And just as you thought that the patchwork would end

You now are betrayed by your very best friend

Forget and forgive cause ya’ll been down so long

But the shit that do to your heart is just wrong

By now you should know what comes coupled with that

For each time that they’ve burnt you you’ve acquired a patch

I’ve loved and I’ve lost, I forgave and forgot

I’ve cheated, I’ve lied and I’ve seen quite a lot

If you look deep inside to your own heart you’ll see

The stitches and patches that reflect history

A pattern is cool as is your sewing a kilt

But nothing epitomizes our hearts like an old patchwork quilt

So does this explain bout the first line I penned

I’ve come to accept I m a patchwork of a man.

Good Game (copyright 2008)

Poetry

Even now my pen makes trails

That my feet could never walk

And my ink forms words

That my lips could never talk

I’m living outside this skin

But in-touch with my soul

Because I’m bearing it all to you

Promise to be gentle

I write this way to keep my sanity

In order to keep perspective

I must reject vanity

And bridge what seems like untouchable galaxies

Of what I am, would like to be, and who you know is really me

Endless thoughts of days gone by

And times yet to come

Afraid of what’s delivered to me

Only the pen and paper can handle

What’s about to be done

I can’t imagine life without blue lines and white spaces

I would feel caged in

Unable to make it

Turning in on myself

Like a turtle in its shell

Lord only knows my brain would surely swell

My heart would grow big

Too much for my ribs

Overworked by the many things unwritten

So to maintain my well-being

I live outside myself

I write it all down

Move it off the shelf

Let it drip drop in a thousand syllables

Conscious of the fact that I’m being vulnerable

But enjoying the reality that once released

I’m just more comfortable.

Poetry

So I never fully listened to Rihanna’s album Good Girl Gone Bad when it came out. I was pretty much just familiar with the tracks that I heard on the radio, and I figured that sufficed. It being 2008 (not sure 2008 has anything to do with it) however I decided to download (not purchase) her album and I can admit that I’m impressed.

There is one track though that I have had on repeat for the last couple of days, which is the title track; “Good Girl Gone Bad”. As I’ve been listening I’ve been wondering if what she (along with the general public) is saying is really true. Once a “good” girl has gone “bad” is she really gone forever? I mean forever is a long time. This could just be considered a figure of speech but some things just seem to become more like facts when a lot of people are saying it more often.

I want to know what you all think about this. Is a female who has been around the block her share of times damaged goods? Is all hope lost? Is she banished to a life of the “ho mentality”? I’d like to think not, that’s assuming that she “turned” bad in the first place, because what does that really mean? Whose call is it to make?

I have no idea if any of you have pondered this idea…let me know if you have and what your thoughts are.

That’s my word.

Peace.

Everything & Anything

It’s Monday night and here I sit editing my thoughts and feelings on my MacBook.

I suppose it seems weird to “edit” what comes naturally however I want to make sure my ideas reach you in the most comprehensive way possible. So what am I feeling like at this moment? Okay you asked for it.

I am tired of fantastic women remaining in less than fantastic relationships with men who know exactly what they are and are not doing. I am not trying to judge anyone and I am not mad, but you should be.

Don’t get me wrong I don’t hate men. I love men, well not all men, but my goal here is not to bash them. Really I’m just trying to uplift US. I’m also not trying to be condescending; rather I’m trying to shed more light on what should be an obvious situation.

Here’s my take…

When we don’t like how an outfit fits after trying it on again at home we return it right? Well unless we bought it off the sale rack then in that case all we can do is exchange it or get a store credit. Which is fine, but maybe we should avoid the sale rack. It’s on sale for a reason…it’s so last season.

So then why when the same happens with a man (he no longer fits) do we rationalize and justify reasons that he is repairable along with the ways to fix him? I mean we all know you can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink. However, some of us seem to believe that if we push them in they’re bound to take in some water. My opinion is the damn horse will probably drown.

I’m pretty sure the horse…excuse me…I mean the man knows what he’s doing versus what he’s saying. Please don’t think for a second that he doesn’t because if he was that inept you would have never given him the time of day in the first place. So then why do some women choose to “stick it out” when he’s effing it up?

I think that sometimes it has to do with the perception that the eff ups aren’t as obvious as finding Miss New Booty in your bed so we let them slide. Yes I said we, not you, because I have been there before. However I’m happy to say that that is a distant memory.

Relationships aren’t perfect 100% of the time, but less than 80% is worth 0% of your time. However, if you’re ok in that spot, by all means, get comfortable. Just understand that I (along with others around you) know that you deserve better!

Like Oprah said, if you know what you want and you’re not getting it, MOVE ON!

That’s my word.

Peace.

Everything & Anything

Good afternoon!

This is the first time I have ever posted in a blog that was my own (outside of MySpace) and I must say it is a little daunting. To know that your words are in a forum that allows a wide variety of people to read and comment can be quite intimidating. Nonetheless, here I am, and there you are…reading. So lets do this together.

I would first like to say Happy Birthday to my Mother! She grew wiser by another year on April 11th. As well a Happy Birthday goes to a good friend of mine; Dee who also continued her maturation on April 12th.

I would also like to thank Shannon Teresa for giving me this platform to reach you all. Much appreciated.

I intend on making this spot a place for info and emotion. Anything you think I should highlight please don’t hesitate to let myself or Shannon know. Most of all lets learn, love and have fun!

I look forward to everyone’s input on further issues, ideas, subjects that I will be posting here.

For now, take care and stay safe.

That’s my word.

Peace

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