Honesty

Today, I had time on my hands and actually had the opportunity to peruse blogs...The photo blogs I must say are all very stimulating but they only show gym bods...So am I to assume that this body type is what the majority shareholders of this proclivity wants or needs? It's amazing how health conscious we are!

I just don't understand...make me to understand...why we say we need love and you, yet still yield to temptation...only hurt ensues. It's a syndrome...educate me!

I love life and would like honest love augmented by communication...It's hard to find....and I'm marketable...sexy, dark chocolate, weight/height proportion combined with the tools on both end of the spectrum, intelligent at least I think so...so what's wrong?

How do you know when it's the right one?...Is it lust or the dust that will be left from his shoe's once the homerun has been hit? I mean after three months and not the first day/night!

An acquaintance gave up her crown on Sunday past...her outgoing song...After the love has lost its shine...I cried...it brought back to many memories.

Wow...I wrote to much...but I'll leave you with this thought titled "Honesty":


Jaded and confused
Living in a perpetual state of denial
He lives

Remaining clouded
Afraid to embrace clarity
He thrives

So acclimated to deceptiveness
The tongue deceives truthfulness
He connives

Integrity seemingly eludes the commitment
Perceived frankness escalates insincerity
He prevails

Scheming antics on borrowed time
Satisfies the intended love’s pretense
He persists

Only in time and lost
The inherent virtue
Honesty triumphs
He adapts

Cheater's Love

It's been a long day...still cold but nice and my inherent problems still exist...I stress somewhat but I embrace challenge...the challenge to overcome...either sacrifices or once again change! The latter makes me reluctant...

In my musing...a conversation with a newly acquired acquaintance visited me this moment...grown men forty somethings...still behaving unmanly...Why do we in a breakup know violence instead of humility?

I say this in written form...A thought worthy of my musing titled "Cheater's Love"...

Closed doors, secret thoughts
Blinding the obvious
I love you
So I fought

Unaware of indiscretions
In the dark of night
You continued with cheated affections
In the blue of morning’s flight

Sweet talk and lies
Conceal the trickery of your intrigue
No matter my cries
You remain constantly fatigue

Unknowingly the hurt intensifies
For honesty and communication
Yet your presence satisfies
The realness of our misdirection

This day I remember....

As a people, as catalysts for change each in our own way, today marks an anniversary riddle with emotions on both sides of the divide. For those of us that take it lightly for struggle is not our way...think and think again...for yesterday's sacrifce is today's reluctance to truly recognize the power of a people...

As a tribute to Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., I penned these thoughts this day titled "For King":

I am a man
As any other
Born in divine's grace
Equal to one as one to another

Forty long years have echoed one bullet
Still one constitutional interpretation
Yet over and over again
I fight still for an entitled right
As I too--am a man

A man grateful for the dream
Where courage resonated
And indifference and hate
Not tolerated

Almost half a century
Still laden with forefathers blood
I remember this day
As a continued evolution of change
A change not for me
But for my legacy
As he too will become a man

I am a man
As any other
Born in divine's grace
Equal to one as one to another

My Novel

Here I am again internalizing distrust, accepting infidelities after promising me--that I'm over with the "forgive seventy times seven" for the sake of a relationship. Love's pain is deceptive coming wrap in the disguise of a need. I run in the darkness of morn and the coolness of evening's spring...yet my intuition still says 'run' from the craziness of this proclivity of mine.

I write now in solace...as my chapter continues with "My Novel" which reads:


Words, all these words
Meant to explain – expound
Inviting you inside a place
Where thoughts are profound

Making sense of all these words
Transporting me in its penned unknown
Graphic under ambiguity’s will
Intriguing yet excites my senses own

Daring to explore the similarity of words
They seem so you --- so life
Ever present yet still not your words
Outlining joy and years of strife

So sad the years of making all these words
A comfort still found in its tears
Almost finish all these words
Borrowed and wrapped in all its fears