Who knew...
that life is crazy, and it's making me the same way.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
How do you write a poem
(I love poetry, and love to write it, but lately no beautiful words are able to flow from my thoughts, so here is something beautiful from my idol)
how do you write a poem
about someone so close
to you that when you say ahhhhh
they say chuuuu
what can they ask you to put
on paper that isn't already written
on your face
and does the paper make it
any more real
that without them
life would be not
impossible but certainly
more difficult
and why would someone need
home if you're not there
i search the air
for your scent
would i search any less
if i told the world
i don't care at all
and love is so complete
that touch or not we blend
to each other the things
that matter aren't all about
baaanging (i can be baaanging all day long)
but finding a spot
where i can be free
of all the physical
and emotional demands
and simply sit with a cup
of coffee and say to you
"i'm tired" don't you know
those are my love words
and say to you "how was your
day" doesn't that show
i care or say to you "we lost
a friend" and not want to share
that loss with strangers
don't you already know
what i feel and if
you don't maybe
i should check my feelings
(Nikki Giovanni; The Women and the Men)
how do you write a poem
about someone so close
to you that when you say ahhhhh
they say chuuuu
what can they ask you to put
on paper that isn't already written
on your face
and does the paper make it
any more real
that without them
life would be not
impossible but certainly
more difficult
and why would someone need
home if you're not there
i search the air
for your scent
would i search any less
if i told the world
i don't care at all
and love is so complete
that touch or not we blend
to each other the things
that matter aren't all about
baaanging (i can be baaanging all day long)
but finding a spot
where i can be free
of all the physical
and emotional demands
and simply sit with a cup
of coffee and say to you
"i'm tired" don't you know
those are my love words
and say to you "how was your
day" doesn't that show
i care or say to you "we lost
a friend" and not want to share
that loss with strangers
don't you already know
what i feel and if
you don't maybe
i should check my feelings
(Nikki Giovanni; The Women and the Men)
Fulfilled!
I love to watch a movie that makes you remember what you forgot. Feelings that make you understand, and embrace your lifestyle, your current place in the universe. Even though I've seen Closer a 100 times, today it hit me again. The feeling of complete understanding and totally baffled all at the exact same time.
I LOVE THAT!
It makes me question everything, and nothing at the same time. It is amazing!
So today the question again is: Is Love really enough?
Yes & No. That's right.
Yes, because it will keep you grounded in a world of total unhappiness. It will make you blind in the ugliest situation. It will help you without a burn walking thru a door covered with flames. It will cover your hurts with band aids that came with kisses. Love will keep you under the umbrella of commitment, stability, and a sense of completion.
But the NO...
Well the No is the real side. It's lies to the person you claim you love to protect them. The side looks at the other sex, hoping no one noticed. It's the holidays spent with the family instead of partying like it's 99'' all over again. It the same sex routine at the same time. It's Saturday evenings in the house watching TV, because that's spending time. It's trying to forget the old days... the days when you were a slut, and everybody wanted you even when they had you. It's trying to smile even when you don't want too. It's missing your partner when their there. And it's giving up on the only person that kept you safe... you!
Love is the strangest feeling we must endure through our lives. We hate to be alone, but love to be lonely. We hate to see him leave, but hate just sitting around with him. We daydream about crazy sex dayz, fantasy travels, and secret lovers. Love is the hardest thing I've ever done, and every time it gets harder and more confusing, with even bigger rewards.
What do we really want for each other? What do we expect to get out of another person when they really just live to make themselves happy. Besides what everyone tells you, they care about their own personal gain. Sometimes, I wonder is the truth really what I want to know?
Do I really want to know if my husband gave up the porn?
Does he ever think about fucking someone else?
Do strip clubs turn me on more than him?
Could I fuck someone else, even when I'm in love?
Is our marriage for real?
Are we meant to be?
Can opposites really attract each other?
Am I really not sexy enough?
Why does he need a hooker in bed?
Why do we have to be hookers in bed?
Why is bed so important?
Can't we just talk?
Do you really like me as a person?
Isn't this enough?
Will our daughter be the death of our freedom?
Is freedom over rated?
... and on and on...
...
...
So as you can see, I am completely confused all the time in a world where I understand everything and nothing at all. I am a women... Confused, Smart, Beautiful, Sexy, Boho, Yogi, Mother, Sister, Friend, Saint, Sinner, and so on and so on. I am a crazy mutha' fucka in love and stupid as hell.
I LOVE THAT!
It makes me question everything, and nothing at the same time. It is amazing!
So today the question again is: Is Love really enough?
Yes & No. That's right.
Yes, because it will keep you grounded in a world of total unhappiness. It will make you blind in the ugliest situation. It will help you without a burn walking thru a door covered with flames. It will cover your hurts with band aids that came with kisses. Love will keep you under the umbrella of commitment, stability, and a sense of completion.
But the NO...
Well the No is the real side. It's lies to the person you claim you love to protect them. The side looks at the other sex, hoping no one noticed. It's the holidays spent with the family instead of partying like it's 99'' all over again. It the same sex routine at the same time. It's Saturday evenings in the house watching TV, because that's spending time. It's trying to forget the old days... the days when you were a slut, and everybody wanted you even when they had you. It's trying to smile even when you don't want too. It's missing your partner when their there. And it's giving up on the only person that kept you safe... you!
Love is the strangest feeling we must endure through our lives. We hate to be alone, but love to be lonely. We hate to see him leave, but hate just sitting around with him. We daydream about crazy sex dayz, fantasy travels, and secret lovers. Love is the hardest thing I've ever done, and every time it gets harder and more confusing, with even bigger rewards.
What do we really want for each other? What do we expect to get out of another person when they really just live to make themselves happy. Besides what everyone tells you, they care about their own personal gain. Sometimes, I wonder is the truth really what I want to know?
Do I really want to know if my husband gave up the porn?
Does he ever think about fucking someone else?
Do strip clubs turn me on more than him?
Could I fuck someone else, even when I'm in love?
Is our marriage for real?
Are we meant to be?
Can opposites really attract each other?
Am I really not sexy enough?
Why does he need a hooker in bed?
Why do we have to be hookers in bed?
Why is bed so important?
Can't we just talk?
Do you really like me as a person?
Isn't this enough?
Will our daughter be the death of our freedom?
Is freedom over rated?
... and on and on...
...
...
So as you can see, I am completely confused all the time in a world where I understand everything and nothing at all. I am a women... Confused, Smart, Beautiful, Sexy, Boho, Yogi, Mother, Sister, Friend, Saint, Sinner, and so on and so on. I am a crazy mutha' fucka in love and stupid as hell.
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