Poetry in me....

You bring out the poetry in me...
blood pumping thru these blown veins so fluidly
they say you find what you're looking for
only..... when you're not looking
found this to be a true statement when i met you

twice in one day
the heavens made no mistake
all the fun......
and all the play
enough of you could not happen in one day

nervous yet strong
sexy yet.... young
age is a difference but your charisma is compared to none
grown men only wish to have your charm

you bring out the poetry in me
you brought out the floetry in the kid
you woke my napping heart from sleep to play
soul mate....
i am not certain
but only time will tell

love u for life
so far...won't be a problem
let's take it slow around this curve
and we're sure to have fun

others go to fast
they crash... they burn
so let's enjoy the scenery
take our time
let's taste the milk and honey

bring out the poetry in me
let's uncover all of life's mysteries
one day at a time......
that is the course for us to be
a friend for life is what i choose to be

bring out the poetry in me
dance with me in this life with melody
let's take this chance and turn it into opportunity
let me show you the beauty inside of me

If It Isn't Love?

If it isn't love, why do I feel this way,....why does "he" stay on my mind?!!! Go ahead, New Edition! They just don't make songs like that anymore! :) Well, today's topic is Love and how do you know when you're in it. I know it's early to start with such a cliche topic but let's face it, it's one of the most important experiences that one will ever have or need in this crazy world. The funny thing is that I recently came to realize that I never seem to know when I am in love! The last couple of times I fell for someone, my friends informed me...."You're in LOVE", "You LOVE him", or "You luah that boy" (lol). Now, you may find that amusing but I am starting to get a little concerned here. I recently met someone (when I wasn't looking) and I really enjoy spending time with him. He's stable, masculine, funny and really raw whenever he wants to be. Weeks later, one of my dearest friends told me I loved him. I squinted my eyes and turned her and said, "I do?"....No, no I don't"! She looked at me with a knowing face that didn't require another word. He's in transition (who isn't after 30yrs) and trying to overcome the challenges of balancing work and life. In the beginning , I was glowing like a glow worm and anyone around me could feel my warmth. It's now a short time later and the glow has turned into somewhat of a dim light. Don't get me wrong, this little light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine...oh, this lil light of mine, I'm gonna let it shine, let it shine, hmmmm, mmmmm but things have felt more like a roller coaster ride then a stroll in the park. We had a little quarrel and when i thought we were going to split ways, i drove all over town trying to find a Mary J. so I could sing my heartfelt pain. I even made my "all knowing" friend ride with me to the 24hr Walmart to see if it was available when I couldn't find it at the used tape/CD store. Is that love or am i just a little crazy? Never less, we made it over that hump and i found the CD i wanted at Best Buy for $20. At this point, I know that I think of him all of the time and really enjoy spending time with him but does it have to have a title? What is the determining factor that makes it officially love?

"Unspoken Words"

Last night was yet another chapter of my healing process from the loss of my precious Mom. As I sifted through her clothes, I had a sense of nostalgia from the eclectic events she'd attended over the course of over 20 years. Activist marches, Art Openings, Poetry Readings, Fundraisers, Births, Deaths, Hospital, Home, and the list goes on. Her favorite (blue jean) long sleeved GAP shirt she wore while attending UT, the green Dashiki Dress that always put a smile on her face, her sultry black wrap she wore in the winter, a vibrant red corset to be worn when she was feeling grown n' sexy or just drinking coffee at the crib and the most extensive Lesbian T-Shirt collection that Ellen and Rosie would hold homage. People say looks aren't everything but after going through my loved ones clothes, I realized just how much they can say about you. Clothing color, fit, words, etc. can tell the world who you are without a sound. Those t-shits where not worn because of the sweltering Texas heat, they were worn to tell the world who she was, what she stood for (Human Rights, Freedom of Choice, Equality, Mama's for Obama) and there will never be anyone like her.

Besos Mama