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Love Overboard

Love overboard
The love thing never leaves me bored
Hey nice to meet you
Late night text
Phone calls till 2
Days weeks and months
Pass us by you just might be alright
So I prepare let my guard down
Only to find the voice
On the other end of my phone
Is your wife

Love overboard
This love thing never leaves me bored
1’s and 0’s
On and off
That’s the way our love goes
Damn near 20 years in
Let’s try this again
Quickly comes to a halt
Now your married to her
And your still trying to get in
Between my lips and my legs
But just like your marriage nigga count this as a double L
I stopped being for you in 2012

Love overboard
This love thing never leaves me board
My heart and mind desire love
My heart and mind are also afraid to love
Vulnerability is cold and lonely
I don’t ask for much
Just warms arms to hold me
A heart & mind that loves me
A real man to support me
Encourage & promote me
A man who wants to me

Love overboard
This love thing never leaves me bored
But it sure has left me lonely
So with my head held high
My heart aching to love
I continue on my journey
Until he someone is brave enough to
Choose me

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It’s Been A Long Time

It’s been a long time

since the last time I was held

hand to thigh

back to chest

lips to neck

leg to leg

intertwined betwixt these thighs of mine

 

It’s been a long time

since the last time I felt special

long distance love

face to face feels better

no more kisses through the phone

real kisses are much wetter

this is only temporary

weekend getaway

but I don’t want it to end

 

It’s been a long time

since I felt the way when I 1st loved you

I’ll just enjoy what this is now

too afraid to say lets give it another try

too afraid to say I still love you

and I couldn’t stop if I tried

but instead I’ll settle for this weekend visit

enjoy the laughs, the cuddles & the love

don’t want to mess up and crash

besides

It’s been a long time

and I want to make these moments last

Irreplaceable

Be Irreplaceable.

I just saw these words flash across the TV screen and I think to myself oh God how do you do that!!

Tears run down my face & every ending of a relationship runs swiftly through my head. How does one accomplish irreplaceability in ones life from love to career. How does that get on your list of accomplishments. I mean is that something you put on your vision board, is there 10 step plan, is there a lecture I can listen to, is there a book I can read, is there a seminar or conference I can attend, is there DVD/CD series I can buy, dies it come packaged in a box, can I go to Macy’s and buy it, does it come in a bottle, can it be found next to the fountain of youth in the middle of the garden of Eden, is it just a figment of ones imagination, is it only set a side for those who are special or maybe there is a irreplaceable gene people get when they’re born.

I’m no stranger to heartache we’ve become fairly aquatinted, more than I ever really wanted. Lately it’s the only consistent thing in my life and I’m not sure how to break away from it. I give, I love, & I try to be a good friend, but heartache still beckons to be my friend.

Be Irreplaceable………… I’m still laughing to myself about that statement. I ask again how do I get to be irreplaceable?

I give up

I give up

Love has no room for me

I tried it again and it failed

no need to feel for me

its nothing out of the ordinary

So, I’ll just keep it cordial

no need to jump to conclusions

love is nothing but confusion

the most difficult task of all

is finding true love in a world

full of detachment

commitment fear

superficial standards

& unrealistic expectations

I loved I lost I digress

I give up

 

Glory

My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory

My hair was created to give God glory
nor for you to gawk & stare at only
to run & tell your story of how my
hair was untamed, wild & ugly
Yeah I heard you over there laughing
about how I don’t look right, but the
truth is you just need to get your
mind right because

My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory

My hair grows towards the same hills
from which comes your help & it
reaches in the same direction your
hands never seem to reach to in church
See my hair has a love relationship with
they sun & it’s continually in worship because

My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory

My hair is an extension that connects
directly with the father and there is a
continuous worship service playing in
my head. Our hair is a direct extension
of our bodies nervous system, my hair
is an antenna and that’s why up above
my head I hear music in the air.

My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory
My hair was created to give God glory

So, their is no standard nor judgement
no corporate dress code, nor belief
no doctrine, nor ideal that will force me
to change my hair. No my hair is not stressed
so it doesn’t need a relaxer. No it’s not a wild
beast, so it doesn’t need to be tamed. No it is
not a dog so it doesn’t need to be trained.

How can we love the tree but destroy our roots?
God said my was perfect so I suggest you
believe the same because…………….

My hair was created to give God glory

Non

Je vous croyais
Je croyais en notre amour
Je croyais en votre mensonge
Il suffit de l’accepter, vous avez dit
Non, il vous aime ils ont dit
Ensuite, la vérité est révélée
Je me retrouve avec pas de réponse
aucune compréhension
aucune revoir
Il n’est pas tenu
rien du tout

Congratulations

So you’re getting married
Congratulations
Thanks for telling me I guess
I wish you well
Oh is that not the response you were expecting
It’s ok because I normally I would want to
jump and scream and declare my love for you
But it will fall on deaf ears and a closed heart
I use to wonder if it could have been me
But no need to dwell on what could have been
I’ll take what we have now and enjoy that as my sort of kind of friend
I’m done with crying trying to understand why
Why not me
Why was I never good enough
Why wasn’t my love ever good enough for you
So your friendship I’ll maintain
Try to keep the feelings of what was under wraps
Keeping my heart under lock and key
My legs under chastity
So your phallus can never penetrate my body again,
fertilizing my brain with thoughts of you
and awakening the love of before
and I will not be impregnated
With false feelings of love
Only to be disregarded and minimized to a added side benefit
Yet it only benefits you for the moment In time
Yet I’m left with the scraps of your heart you toss to me
and traces of your DNA left in my yoni
That takes months and months to remove
The feelings I can’t seem to control
The love I can’t seem to get rid of
The memories of good times I can’t stop replaying in my mind
The hurtful things you’ve said that I’ve forgave
The gun you pulled and put between my legs with tour hand in the trigger like a fool I forgave
The women you brought in my presence I forgave……….
Now it’s time to forgive myself for allowing myself to be mistreated
for the healing of myself and the piece of mind for myself
I loved you more than words can say
more than science can explain
More than there are stars in the sky
Yet my love wasn’t good enough
My feelings were never important enough
My pain never concerned you enough
My tears never moved you enough
Nonetheless I wish you god speed
I pray blessings for your life
Congratulations once again
Finally I can say it’s the end

Before I Slumber 9

Money us the root of all evil
Family + money = problems
No discussion only arguing
Tears shed no sympathy given
Got to make a move
It’s long over due
Spent the day handling business
Discussed my Africa trip
Can’t wait to see my fam
Spent the rest if the day with dad
Old G wisdom given
Background history given
Whipping up werk in the lab
Shea butter is the game
MoZaic is my name
Thoughts of him still fill my head
I need to see my love
I need to kiss his bald head
Let me get this butter done
So it can ship in the morning
Bonsoir world

Morning Poem 11

Awaken by the sun
Checked the time
Oh shoot I overslept
Call off work
I wish you could be here next to me
Talked to my BFF
Made plans for http://www.nzuriwatubeauty.com
Now to try and eat some breakfast
Good day good people

Before I Slumber 8

I love the sound of the rain
The rumble of the thunder
The flash of the lightening
The calmness after the storm
Storms are necessary for the life process of growth.
Without the rain grass doesn’t grow life will wilt away
Without the wind dead leaves can’t blow away old branches can’t break away
Without the lightening there is no charge in your life positive or negative you need both to create a spark……….

Today there was minimal communication through text but communication none the less.
I will accept that for now
I still feel your spirit
I need to hear your voice
It’s late now
I’ve researched
I’ve listened to lectures
I’ve showered
And now I will sleep
Bonsoir mes Amis
Bonne nuit mon roi
Nob nala