Mommy's Day

This is dedicated to my Mother, “the love of my life”. I just off the phone with her she is so

strong, so funny and so caring. I have a strange relationship with her. I slept in the same room

with her until I was fourteen. I still remember staying up late; her and I just talking about

everything. She is an amazing woman. I love her so much. So today is simple it’s “I LOVE

MOMMY DAY’. Also a reminder to myself not to take her for granted, cherish her while she is

here, honor and respect her every of my life.

A winner always

Life and its damn pot holes when you think the road is smooth there comes one of unexpected bumps to shake you back into reality. Okay the pass two weeks has been so ruff for me. I’ve been working very long hours. Getting up at 4:00am to hit the gym then taking myself to work. This was going on for about two week and even on the days I could sleep in my body was still so use to getting up early I found myself stirring at drawn. Well keeping it real my phone was disconnected, “DAMN YOU SPRINT DAMN YOU”. I was feeling so isolated could not talk to my mother or my friends and I found myself slipping into one of those moods. I can not blame anyone it was my fault. If I kept on top of my shit this would not happened so its no one fault but my own. All that came to mind was that song “God bless the child that has his own”. You know sometimes the only person you can depend on is you. So I went out I hustled and put in some serious hours just to catch up on the bills. I was proud of myself seeing that when back into a corner I would not just fold up and die, no I was prepared to fight my way you. Life oh Life why do you toy with me? I realized that we can do it we just have to believe in ourselves and not being the victim and make what needs to happen; well happen. So today just got my phone turned back on and mind is racing already what do I do next all I know is that whatever it is I will win because I am a winner.

A Billion Pieces

My love is a billion little pieces of memories unrepenting.

Filled with passion and loving making so unrelenting.

My memories are filled with the smell of your skin

My chest is familiar with stubbles in your chin

The way you look me in my eyes as you pull me in

And dear tell the world my love of you is a sin.

There is no sweeter feeling that your lips on my skin

More intoxicating than juice and two hundred proof gin.

I relive the instant you quaked your love for me aloud

It was a raining day in that moment I saw no clouds

You held me in your arms I smelled your cologne

So sweet the aroma I knew I’d found home

Feeling the ripples your tight lean body

As you took me to ecstasy higher anybody

So intense the experience as dream

No intense the climax I screamed you name

As I floated back down to earth

In the clouds I left all insecurities and hurts

I’d found the warrior that heart was meant

A love like this is not perversion; its heaven sent

Standing in the streets filled with complete strangers

I proclaim my love for you with out fear and no dangers

Something so pure and for many they toiled

To have something so real eludes most of the world

A billion little pieces of your essence in me

A billion little pieces of you so heavenly

On many nights I wake with teary eyes

Because in dream you were not there at my side

Rolling over in panic my chest rip with deadly fear

To see your silhouette gives calms to my cares

A billion little piece of heaven in your eyes

A billion little pleasures between yours tights

A billion ways you love me no soul can deny

A billion little death I would die if you’re not by my side.

NO DAMN VALENTINE

YEAH; I'm Bitter I have no damn Valentine. Boo-whoo-boo-boo. So this is a short post to express my displeasure would someone marry me please.

LOL

Happy Valentines to all who have love and those who do not have love I love you.

Oprah Worship

New City is the city of characters; I was sitting enjoying a cup of coffee with a friend of

me. He is Indian so this old white woman came into the Star Bucks wearing more jewels

than Elizabeth Taylor and they were real. Well she sat and soon butted her way into our

conversation. She talked about the evil of meat and how we should not be eating beef.

Well that went in one ear and out the other in fact when she spoke about not eating it I

got a strange craving for a nice big burger.

Then she changed the topic and to Oprah and how we should follow her example in

everything we do. She said we cannot see Jesus but we can see Oprah so we should

follower her. I am almost laughed in her face. She was telling us to worship Oprah so

maybe I should put together an Oprah Cult. We would be called the Harpo’s and the

highest Rank called “The Host”.

What is the world coming to when a white woman says forget Jesus and worship Oprah.
LOL.

Days of Yesterday revealed

Some of the most inspirational things in my life come from the days of yesterday or yesteryear. Music that stirs the soul that makes the heart leap and words sang with such conviction that it makes a believer out of any doubter. Or an old movie that deals with love that makes believe just because it’s so raw. Also there are no gimmicks just someone professing their love for someone else. Songs like “You Send Me”, Aretha Franklin’s version, or Sam Cooke’s, “A change gone come”. These old songs that specks as fresh as new wound today; spilling their contents on our souls making our emotions unfold something so old still have such a powerful rip on our souls. My days of yesterday thinking back to my childhood; Running with my slippers to the neighbors’ house where she was cooking one of my favorites dishes and me so excited that she was making some for me. The quite summers claiming trees and eating until the taste was gone. I remember walking to the beach with a group of friends my brother and my cousin too. All of us in the nativity of youth thinking summer would last forever along with youth. No responsibilities at all just washing a few dishes and making sure we were clean. I can still smell the salty air while we fished from the dock and caught fishes that were no bigger than the palm of our hands but it was a thrill to have caught something. We were juvenile hunters of the land challenging the might sea to a fight. I remember the strong wings of the hurricanes and me like a chick under the mother’s hens wings how I cling to my mother. I can still smell her perfume and see her smiling down at me with her arms around me while I fell asleep in the safest place on earth; her bosoms. I remember my loving grandmother giving me a dollar every Sunday and falling asleep in church leaning on her shoulders. So today I reflect on days of yesterday and I invoke all the happiness and the memories’ that once was mine...

Here's a Quickie

Well it’s the end of another week. I been a few events and worked out really hard. Okay I have a little cold and I’ve been under the weather. I need soup and a hug can someone send me both. I will make this a short post since I am going to lay my ass down. It’s rainy here today so I am going to take this time to just sleep. Oh here a picture of me from the party. It was my friend’s 30^th birthday dinner party.