Like water for Chocolate...

Im back...

2007-10-03T18:13:00.001-07:00

strap up

I need you to survive...

2007-02-23T13:42:00.000-08:00

As I listen to your heart
Bleed
Pound in frustration
Disappointment
I plead -
I need you to survive.

As I listen to my colleagues.
Fellow teachers and educators.
Laugh
Whisper
Gossip in disgust
I beg of you
I need you to survive.

As I watch the media
Use and abuse our culture
Tie, beat, and molest our cousins, sisters, and brothers
Stolen from our family. Never to be found again
Pressed, suffocated
in the papers of the
cold cases that lay on desks of Stan Knee and every
politician that turns their head.

Closing their mouth.
Forgets their purpose.
Turning their head
As if, we don’t exist.

Including those that share the same blood as us
Our mothers wont miss us – they say
Our tia’s wont cry – they say

We are shot, abducted, murdered in the streets that we are sent to
Our options are limited.
Every positive program based for us is
shut down.
I pray. Please.
I need you to survive.

As I gaze in your innocent eyes
Filled with potential and aspirations.
I see promise
I see hope
I see your future.
I need you to survive.

Love via text...inspiration from he Speaxx

2007-02-23T13:34:00.000-08:00

And so I said to him.
“Close your eyes. Open your soul.”
Let me in.
And I’m deciding on the direction.
Watching. Searching.
For the “red” flags.
Waiting.
For the “red” lights.
As I rest my heart in his hands.
Images of you, stained, in my brain from the first night we met.
Partially insane, from the potential
Of this creation. Our rebirth into us
It feels like Christmas morning or
4:30 in the evening – on Friday…
This vision of perfection has me
Perplexed
And this time – I find –
My reflection.
Is this really what God has destined for me??
Or is it my imagination or a dream?
If it is, I never want to live in reality again….
U see, To smell u, taste u, live for u…listen to you – breathe for you...
Forever.
Beyond our highest expectations of love.
Forever.
I would be in heaven.
This cant be a dream…right??
Because I’m awake
And you are right here next to me.
I cant help to lay soundless, holding you.
As U squeeze my soul. Caress my heart.
Tight.
Baby, please forget your pain and fill your lungs with the intoxication from my passion.
Inhale slowly.
Become a glutton to my affection.
Our passion lingers, dormant, still.
Until our voices gives it life.
Exhale slowly.
When you are silent, my passion awaits.
Anxiously.
Anticipating your voice.
Even a whisper from your lips satisfies my soul.
This obsession is only matched by your touch, your walk, and your tone.
I hurry home to fall asleep and wake up, over and over again, in your arms.
To hear your voice.
When I asked you to close your eyes, I did.
And your eyes are still closed.
My soul is closed.
And we unite in our minds.
We run and embrace our souls - never letting go.
Because you – are my equal.
I’m the vodka to your cranberry. You’re the cherry in my Cosmo’s
You are the sweetness in my heart. Authentically.
You quench my soul when I’m parched.
What I lack in self control, self esteem, and self respect, you make up with love, understanding, adoration.
You are my love and life…
At this moment…I realized.
No red - flashing lights.
No games.
True love.
Has come.
To me.
Finally.
He still smiles, with his eyes closed.
I press his face into my breast and silently say to him, with reassurance.
(U are my history.)
Everything that ever was and what will be.
My past, my present, and future resides in you.
(U are my culture.)
The reason why my mother raised a strong West Indian woman to treat, respect, and love my strong Nubian God.
(U are my hope.)
The man I was blessed to meet.
On time.
When I wanted to give up.
On love.
On dreams.
On poetry…
(U are my happiness.)
U are my life…and I thank you.
Adore u.
Admire u.
Desire u.
Love u.
Forever.
And forever actually means eternity.
Growing old together and seeing our kids grow old together.
That’s love.
That’s special.
It’s powerful
Like Butterflies to the flowers - the first week of Spring.
I’m free.
Finally.
And again.
I’m still debating on the direction.
My affection.
Where does my heart lead me?
Could you be my Nubian King?
The Omega to my Alpha – the end of my beginnings.
The Alpha to my Omega – the beginning of my end.
Together.
Our family.
Our traditions.
Our mission is to nurture and grow.
I fall in love every time I even think of your name.
I fall in love continuously.
Every time.
I think of us.
U complete me
Like a puzzle.
You’ve transformed to the missing piece. A perfect piece. A perfect fit
You are a true blessing.
And I will praise God’s name every hour on the hour – for the rest of my life.
Just because.
He opened your soul when you closed my eyes…
And led me to u.

Dangerously in Love...

2007-02-23T13:28:00.000-08:00

My motivation is u
without u, I become infertile-
unfruitful.
unable to spread
joy.

My motivation is u
with you I can prosper -
Thrive.
soar to the highest pinnacle in the sky
and feel comfort.
Security.
Stability.

Inebriated and intoxicated from the ways
you make me laugh.
plagued by the sound of your voice.
engaged by the beauty in your smile.
I need more inspiration -

My motivation

To be continued...........

"Can I" - he Speaxx

2007-02-23T11:36:00.000-08:00

Can I make love to your soul tonight -
Can I go deep in u
that I'm damn near a part of u

or do I have to take you out to eat first?

u know, give you some food for thought
and a glass of expression to quench your thirst.

thirst for me to go deeper
and deeper
and deeper
into your soul...
Can I?

Make u envision positions u never dreamed u would get in
anticipation of stimulation
be patient
it just me spittin emotional climax
ur mind's maxed
from this lyrical combat

u feel so high like you'll fly by
and tongue kiss the sky

and when it's done
we do it over
and over
and over
again.

Can I?

The cause to my madness...

2007-02-20T14:22:00.000-08:00

Sometimes
I don’t know where to begin
Or end –
Although I feel like the victim
I’m really the cause.

The cause of my madness
Twisted
Wrapped
Inside one dimension
Or 3 degrees of separation

False images keep my mind occupied
Like ghetto street corners
Liquor store infested –
intelligent minds molested
By ignorance

Invisible arms hold me tight
And I’m retrained

Trying to believe that God still loves me,
Or at least sees me trying
Trying to live, love, and look like him –
When really, I look like sin

Manifest the origin
Causing me to debate on a solution
Devise a strategy to unmask my sanity
When manipulation
And words of comfort are my justification
for the cause of my madness…..

To be or NOT to be! Freedom

2007-02-20T11:04:00.000-08:00

Freedom is what you make it
Or what it makes you -
It’s not hard to see what lesson is learned
Or what bridge is burned
Behind the message.
The struggle.
Oppression.

Symbolic figurines of
Hope
Dreams
And similes of promise – Freedom

Freedom has NO color.
It’s disguised in black suits and black ties – the American dream – apple pies
Freedom.

Metaphorically distorting my communication
Into an image – I am not;
But forced to be –
Questioned on the daily…
Are we free?? Or dumb -
– dumb founded and ignorant to the changes in progress
The process
Has me lifted.
Behind the lesson learned
And bridges burned – in the message.

But are you listening?

Do the two syllables slap you simultaneously –
Insulting your taste buds with liquid truth, unspoken
Leaving a bad taste of reality, fact, and revolutions.

Freedom.

Stands fully clothed, yet naked and exposed.
Exploited.
To do my duty as an American – untold
I will wear a bullet proof flag
With stars and stripes.
At least for tonight
As I sleep and restore my right
To be free.

The eighth deadly sin...

2007-02-19T14:27:00.000-08:00

Time

Standing still in time is like quicksand.
If you ask me to love you, I will reply.
My rhyme is my reason and believing that I have the power.
To ignite - sinfully
My heart beats a thousand times in one minute -
Envious
of the steady beat time ticks
tock
without a care, of its fanfare -
leaving many standing
still
captivated by the vanity and insanity that some get from the sound
constant.
Time.

and I'm sinking
in the quicksand that I chose to stand in
leaving me breathless.
as my heart skips a beat.
It patiently waits to unite with the constant sound
that never stops and never will.

Leaving all others behind.
Time was never on my side - its just on my back - pushing - me off track so that I can reply...
To your question...Of love.

Do I have time?

Or is it my lying tongue - my greedy ways - or prideful days of wanting things done my ways or no way.

365 days....And counting

2006-08-28T19:48:00.000-07:00

Tomorrow marks the anniversary of one of the most devastating, life changing events in my time. The anniversary of Hurricane Katrina. Please bless your neighbors and count your blessings. Life is too short - appreciate what you have.

Peace - Jennifer

The POWER of POETRY

2006-05-17T08:50:00.000-07:00

My heart beats faster and faster
as I race time and tell the poor man to get rich.
Rich in his soul - rich in his heart - rich in his word.
Running scared from the truth when the truth was all I sought after.
Lying to myself as I realize that I was the one on top
throwing the dirt, lies, and hurt back inside.
Regurgitating the truth, yet sucking in the lies.
Smiling, laughing maliciously at the scars and wounds I inflicted.....

My soul
My love
My destiny
My power

The power
The intensity
The emotions
associated

Your mind
Will never
Be
The
Same

After you've found
witnessed
visualized
lived
loved
laughed
died
......
resurrected

From the POWER of POETRY......

Hiatus

2006-03-27T08:39:00.000-08:00

I will be taking a brief hiatus....Brief.

See you when I get back.

I'm ok - I just have a lot on my plate -

School - TAKS test is coming!
I'm about to close on my house - Praise GOD! :)
I'm writing a book with my students. A collection of poems.
I'm coaching Track. Yes, track season is here!
I'm coaching an AAU/select team (Basketball) .
Above all, I'm a wonderful mother.....I have to make sure Jax is in order.

Please keep us in your prayers.

Much love and appreciation sent to you via butterflies and ladybugs...
Jennifer AKA
West Indian Soul....UPLIFT!

It's what's GOOD!

2006-03-03T11:28:00.000-08:00

Greetings:

I had the joy and opportunity to meet yet another Poet/Musician who is.....YES, you guessed it...an Omega Man!

Much love goes out to my frat brother Joe Lee McCoy. He performed on Wednesday night (3/1/06) at Antonio's (Neo Soul) and I had a great time talking with him afterwards.
What an inspirational, powerful, and passionate person!
Not to mention, he's not bad to look at either!!! :)
http://houstonpoets.com/jlm.html

Calling all blog readers!!!

Listen to his CD - go to his performances - he is AWESOME...
If you need a copy, hit him up or hit me up and I can get you the goods....

Much love to you Bro. McCoy - ROO!
Check out his website and enjoy the smooth sounds of JLM.
http://houstonpoets.com/jlm.html

Your inspiration...

2006-02-25T17:54:00.000-08:00

I'll be your inspiration - if you need to get some shit off your mind...I'll be in your inspiration - if you need the crowd to scream.."REWIND!". I'll be your inspiration - as you create and perfect a new piece. I'll be your inspiration - as you constantly think of me. I'll be your inspiration, because I know, your creativity, imagination, and determination comes from your true inspiration....that's me. Next time....try a classier approach. But if it looks like shit and smells like shit, best believe he is....

Try to understand....

2006-02-14T14:17:00.000-08:00

I had a conversation with one of my students today
He was excited
His father just got out
of prison.

He was locked away for awhile
10 years

I didnt want to ask why
but I'm trying to understand

How do children get involved
with adult life
adult conversations
adult situations

How are children so educated
about the prison system
the welfare system
and poverty, in general...

What about the core subjects?
Math, Reading, English, Science, and Social Studies??

Is this a new survival technique for our youth?
A prerequisite for teenagers?

I'm just trying to understand....

When I say "Neo", you say "Soul".......

2006-02-13T12:11:00.000-08:00

Poetry House Party #9!
Neo Soul

Never - and I do mean NEVER
have I been in
an atmosphere
with so much poetry!

On the stairs, over the loft, in the kitchen.....

it was 5am - poetry was still pouring. I had to leave.

BFran is the host with the MOST!

I'm still trying to catch up....

I'm anxiously, eagerly, anticipating, waiting for house party #10....................
I will bring my blanket and pillow

To my students - SEast Austin 78744

2006-02-09T11:12:00.000-08:00

I wish I could raise you
to be the men and women
that society needs -
society imitates
society emulates,
and tries to be like.

My desire is to educate you.
Not only as your Math teacher
No
I have to
Instruct you, protect you
as the streets try to destruct you.

Feed you the knowledge you will need to
Succeed
Achieve
Accomplish
Defeat
Increase
Expand
Survive

Spreading words of knowledge
as we educate your brothers and their brothers
and their mothers ,their families
their communities
our neighborhood.
Our barrio.
Our hood.

Let this be understood…
It’s OK to be intelligent, black, and young.
It’s OK to have dreams and goals.
It’s OK to be a ROSE –

a beautiful flower – nurtured by the streetlights and hoodlife
Fertilized

We have to fight.

Our fists
knowledge & wisdom

Our stance
God's grace

Our stamina
God's mercy

Our training
Starts now.

So that everyday
We don’t have to go to sleep hungry
We don’t have to wake up broke
We don’t have to stop trying
To make it
To make ends meet
or at least hold hands.

Let's start today.

It's time to go to school.
The bell just rang.
Children - don't be tardy. You better not be late.
Get your materials ready.
Get your education.

Love Always,

Ms. Pillich

My destiny...composed by J Tyler

2006-02-08T13:39:00.000-08:00

Poetic Familia:
This is J Tyler - a hot rap artist out of NC by way of Arkansas.
Show him some love. This poem was composed years ago - hence the thought that his new shit MUST be BLAZE!!!

Enjoy -

My mind is in a daze
Every time I concentrate on the way you walk
the way you look
and even the way you smile

I'd walk a mile just to touch your cheek for a while
While I try to envision u
holding me
touching me
caressing me
bring out the best in me

My destiny is you
On bending knees in more ways than one.
U complete me
Never defeat me - just discreetly letting me know what I need to make you happy

Sad to see how he did you
His mind was never made up, but he wanted you
needed you
pleaded you
and as a boy say he was "deep in u"
He was too late to hate or even debate the fact that even a real man never waits.

He sees the opportunity and like ICE he skates.
To his goal
His soul
His destiny

And that's how I found you -
You are my destiny.

EnterTWAINment...

2006-02-01T13:34:00.000-08:00

This is one of the best artist I've heard since my adventures of Poetry.

I really enjoyed "Jimini".
It's a reflection of Twain's admiration for Jim Morrison and the connection he shares with The Doors. Great piece of work!!

Twain... your HOT!

My Love Affair....

2006-01-30T08:29:00.000-08:00

THERE IS A THIN LINE BETWEEN JOY AND PAIN.....
It's called "Poetry"

Question: Why as humans, do we continue the pain.
I speak of the pain we endure behind the wicked things - we love - to do....

I believe that as poets, we love the HARDEST!
It's Cause and Effect. Do you agree?

Emotions are constantly flowing because of the words/thoughts that are flowing - non stop - in our minds and on the paper/voices that extend our thoughts. I'm grateful for my tongue.

It's never ending. Sickening sometimes...

Right now, I'm looking for the right street to walk down and possibly reside.
Build an investment.
Plant trees of love, affection, and virtue.
Nourish our roots with friendship and sexuality.
Grow.
Prosper.
Learn.
Study about what pleases u...
Thoroughly.
Perfectly.
Completely.

I'm working on my relationship with "Poetry".
We had a good time this weekend.
For those that know me, you know my mind set.
Just listen and read on.....

"Poetry" and I started this love affair about 5 years ago.
I left.
"Poetry" found me.
Well I'd like to believe that I was "set up" to bump into him again....

It happened.
In a club, in another city, at least that's what I thought.

In this club, I saw so many elements;
Blinded by a beautiful butterfly, a lucky- knowledged number, LA, LA, LA, LOVE, The official remix Omega Man, Disgruntled- but positive baby daddy, Teena Marie from Saint Louie, and last but far from least...The Golden Child from the Golden Triangle.

Poetry sat in the back. Talking. Planning. Plotting. The attack.
Watching me - growing, forming from my past experiences...current endeavors.
Damn - he found me - again....

Yes, I'm hooked... I still need you - Like the Prodigal Son - I thought I had the knowledge, the strength, the power to do this alone....
I'm back. Please take me back.
I love you "Poetry".

You are the melodic beats in my footsteps.
You are the harmonic voices in my thoughts.
The highest and lowest octaves.

You are the reason for my insanity.
You are the ultimate cause for my happiness.
You are the ultimate cause of my sadness.

You keep me up at night.
You keep me up at night.
You keep me up.........

West Indian Soul....

2006-01-25T14:10:00.000-08:00

Such is life -

AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE SHORT CHAPTERS by Portia Nelson

I
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.I am lostI am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

II
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't believe I am in the same place,but it isn't my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

III
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in...it's a habit.
My eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

IV
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

V
I walk down another street.

DRAMA.....Trapped in the Closet

2006-01-25T11:26:00.000-08:00

Never have I been
The subject of
Drama.

Never have I allowed
The idea of
Hurt.

Never will I lead
a good friend
astray.

Never will I be
the scapegoat
for mess.......

Truth is the answer -
Be a woman about yours....
Don't lie or lead him on.
This could've been resolved without....
DRAMA.
You would be surprised who I know and who I've known....

I'll be the reason why you are happy, sad, angry, or mad -
as long as you realize the hurt you bestowed on a good Black man.......
I admitted my faults - admit to yours -
Stop hiding behind your fake Christianity.
It's not me you have to impress...

I have learned a lesson about life....
One of my favorite Omega brothers schooled me last night -
"In life, you'll either be a dog or the tree"

Poetry hurts right now.
People - I'm in detox mode.......

See you when I get back -

Peace - West Indian Soul.....Jennifer.....

Y does it matter...

2006-01-17T08:45:00.000-08:00

Why does it matter -

Now that you have moved on with your life - why does it matter?
As you spend time with her, you envison our family and dream about me.
Why does it matter that I've been seeing someone else who treats me better than you could imagine...even on your best day!
Everyday I thank GOD - and you - for going away.
You were never man enough for me.

Why does it matter -

Where I hang out at - what I write - who I see?
What is your purpose in life - now that your not with me?
Why did you question my new man about us? "Your happy"...remember? Why does it matter?

Remember this...
Remember when I sway of my hips, whisper knowledge, and scream the truth?
I'll stand sideways for you so that your neck doesn't hurt as I walk away. Why does it matter?

Stop calling my name in your sleep.
I can still hear you.
Stop writing my name with your last name.
That was never meant to be.
Stop thinking about me.
I feel your brain waves - throbing - wondering - about me....

Stop.
Why does it matter?

Last night was HOT!

2006-01-12T10:00:00.000-08:00

For those of you that were not there, this is what I read last night at Antonio's.
I wanted to share this poem with you...
I plan to close that chapter of my life- I have finally put down the pen.

Enjoy:

Resurrected from a dream……

We met every night – same place, same time.
We were already in love. He always saw me as his wife. Before he knew me and I, lived in his dreams.

Across the room, I caught him sucking up my confidence – drawing me closer and closer - to his aquatic kingdom – his mind.

As he watched me – he approached slowly, checking me for conversation. Smiles and exchanges of laughs seem meaningless - considering the passion already formed as I inhale -
I smell his breath and digest his soul.
Our first conversation.

He’s playing it cool but I cant help but to see the blaze in his eyes as he smiles and remembers the ways I pleased and played with his soul – in his dreams. He likes me.

Visions of me swim in his mind for 7 days. The RING of lust formed stronger and stronger – forming a bond – strengthening the idea of falling in love.

He received a venomous sting from my scorpion scent – and I’m hypnotized –
by the numbing sensation of constant vibrations – rubbing my soul, vigorously. His voice.
The heat from his passion burns, as I ignore the pain, and walk with the angels of lust – disguised as my true love.

We discreetly announce out love through the zealous waves of poetry.

When I step to the mic – and spit – lyrics move his mind - intensely from fast to high – speed. He…smiles and remembers the ways I pleased and played with his soul.
I’m alive. In his heart and in his mind.

I’m resurrected from a dream.

We shared fantasies and dreams. Loving each other – cleansed in waters of friendship, love, and open relations. Taking trips out of town so that we could explore our love with others as they watch me kiss on you …. and I grant your wildest fantasies.

Together, we connected like twins separated at birth yet united by an invisible umbilical cord of harmony.

Nights having your fingers in my hair – rubbing my scalp with your fingertips – your poetic melodies flowing in my ears as you hold me and whisper words of love.
The heat from your passion burns, but I ignore the feeling and run with the angel of lust dressed in black clothing.

You hold me closer as I climax from your lyrical intercourse.
To hear what pleases you,
To hear what makes you whole,
To know what makes you love me
..what made you choose me…in your dreams – now, a reality – the heat is intense – I’m falling….
This is not a dream – I’m falling -

You grab your wings, run, and push me into the flames of lust, desire, and hell.
Our umbilical cord of HARMONY was snapped - shattered from the lies and fabrications of anxiety, opportunities, and misunderstandings.

As I’m standing there – holding the severed umbilical cord that used to nourish our relationship. Nurture our souls. I realize - I’m alone…
Blood splashed and stained from the passion and love left behind.
Our umbilical cord was cut.

I became blind from the lapse of love, camouflaged by the angels of lust. Chastised as they sit back and watch. Wondering....questioning my love for him.

U see, I used tools from the devil to provide me happiness. Choosing things that were ungodly and imitations of life.
As I asked God to forgive me – and heal my broken heart –
I begin to wonder….
How could I place 2nd what Jesus places 1st?
How could I have injected, infected my veins with the spoiled, tainted love of a lost soul.
How could I allow an unsaved man to break my heart??

As I sit back and listen - as He softly, whispers words of salvation.
Reminding me of his true love - not the love I find from men, especially through fornication.
My soul whispers back to Jesus and crys –
My spiritual self sits back and watches...wondering...
How could I slip?

So….I dust myself off and I start over again.
But, I wish I could go back to those nights, in your dreams, and walk down a different street.
As I fall asleep, and dream – I look for you like a lost child – looking to her mother for comfort, her father for guidance, her best friends shoulder. Looking for YOU.

Because, when I find you - I want to thank you for helping me remember what dreams are made of and what dreams can bring.
Without our experience, my mind would’ve remained shut and legs open to every lustful angel that resurrected me from their dream. I’m aware.
Keep your love with him.
Before you, too, are resurrected - from - a dreamer.

Peace –

West Indian Soul
1/3/06

NEO SOUL-DIERS!!!

2006-01-11T08:15:00.000-08:00

Get out TONIGHT!!

Life & Learning...

2006-01-09T09:25:00.000-08:00

Maya Angelou said this:

"I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow."
"I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights."
"I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life."
"I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as "making a life."
"I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance."
"I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw some things back."
"I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision."
"I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one."
"I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone.
People love a warm hug, or just a f! riendly pat on the back."
"I've learned that I still have a lot to learn."
"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."

Thank you Maya -

Rise and Shine..

2006-01-09T08:09:00.000-08:00

This weekend was a great experience...

My coach from high school (currently the Head coach for Texas College) played Huston-Tillotson University. I havent seen this woman at work since 1992, my last game as a Travis Rebel. Not only has she not changed, physically and coaching style, but she reminded me of how much I missed having her around. She reminded me of WHY I chose to be a coach and educator. As everyone knows, my ultimate goal is to coach on the collegiate level. This weekend brought my mental prep closer to my goal. Along with the competitiveness of the game, I plan to bring the light of Christ to my players and their family.

On Sunday, the men and women of Texas College joined me at church. Coach Alexander has a star forward on her team. She says, "Trina reminds me of you - in every way". With that being said, I knew that I had to love this young lady. Nothing twisted, but we had a spiritual bond through Coach A. She cared for all of her players, but to know that I was compared to Trina...she had to be special to Coach A. As the closing of the sermon came, pastor BW asked for those souls that were not saved, come forward, and accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior. Trina was on my heart. Jesus touched our spirit and I walked Trina to the front - Trina, a PK (Preacher's Kid). How could this be?? How can you have the blood of Christ, in your family, and not know him?

She and I cried as I remember the days of being lost...without knowing.
We bonded.
Spirtual Sisters forever.
She's saved.
She beleives.

This weekend -
"I touched base with my savior and asked for forgiveness for slippin - sliding -
using tools from the devil to provide me happiness.
Choosing things that were ungodly and imitations of life.

I was blinded from the lapse of love, camouflaged by lust.
Chastised by the angels as they sit back and watch. Wondering....what would and what could possibly by greater, stronger, last longer, and powerful than the love of Jesus Christ??

As I prayed for my broken heart to mend, he softly, whispers words of salvation.
Reminding me of his true love - not the love I find from man, especially through the acts of fornication. My flesh screams for the intimate touch of man. My spiritual self sits back and watches...wondering...how could I damage what Jesus helped to build. ME! How could I place 2nd what Jesus places 1st? I'm every synonym of power, strong, confident, and woman. How could I slip?

How could I allow an unsaved man to break my heart?? "

Rise and shine.....
West Indian Soul - UPLIFT!

2006-01-06T09:09:00.000-08:00

15 Things You Probably Never Knew or Thought About. (Copied from an email)

1. At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.
2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
5. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
6. You mean the world to someone.
7. If not for you, someone may not be living.
8. You are special and unique.
9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.
10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.
12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.
13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know. 15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

My thoughts:
There are several people I would love to forget as well as remember. Regardless of the time we spend in each others life, enjoy the relationship and expeience of meeting another piece of God's creation. I'm working on a piece titled "The Grudge". .

Grudges are the worst thing to hold on to. You continue to manifest a demonic anger that only lives in you. I used to hold grudges, but then I learned to love, pray, and forgive. If anyone has a grudge, I suggest that you do those things. LOVE, PRAY, and FORGIVE...before it's too late.

Make the time .. to live and love.

Have a blessed weekend - WI Soul - UPLIFT!

Kanye...

2006-01-06T08:39:00.000-08:00

Visions of your confidence - Images of style - Sounds from your unspoken talents...

2006-01-06T08:07:00.000-08:00

"Brown skin, you know I love your brown skinI cant tell where yours begins, I cant tell where mine ends. Brown skin, up against my brown skin. Need some every now and then…oh hey…Where are your people from? Maybe Mississippi or an Island. Apparently your skin has been kissed by the sun. You make me want a Hershey’s kiss, your licorice"

Brown Skin - India.Aria

2006-01-05T15:16:00.000-08:00

I'm reflecting on several things this afternoon...

As an educator, I engage in relationship building everyday. With my career, I reach a variety of people. Knowing that I can make or break someones day means A LOT to me. I'm sincere with that statement. I love having a happy medium of people around me. Especially my students.

I choose to wake up with a smile; an attitude that I am the greatest gift from God to this Earth. WAIT!!! I'm not conceited!! Just extremely CONFIDENT in my womanhood.

The sun is rotating - it's getting late -

Peace -

REFLECTIONS...

2006-01-05T08:57:00.000-08:00

"REFLECTION means thoughtfully considering or meditating on a topic. When 'reflective writing' is assigned, what is suggested is a combination of calm, quiet thinking with a retrospective focus - looking back over a period of time and considering its meaning and significance in connection with your experience. Reflective writing is a route to self knowledge, as well as a genre in which writers share personal insights with others."

Thank you for sharing my reflections. I'm feeling emotional today.

Stay tuned for some thought provoking, mental soothing, toe tapping - silent words spoken - from my fingertips...into your mind.

West Indian Soul - UPLIFT!

Liars....

2006-01-05T08:49:00.000-08:00

I truly loath liars. I could deal with a crook or thief.
The worst part of a liar is when you give your mind, body, and heart to them....

Know your self worth and realize that the liar only stems from their insecurity and insufficent capacity of knowing their own self worth. WHY LIE?

Resurrected from a dream...For RELENTLESS

2006-01-04T08:51:00.000-08:00

We met every night – same place, same time.
He always saw me as his wife. We were already in love. Before he knew me and I , lived in his dreams.

Across the room, I caught him sucking up my confidence – drawing me closer - to his aquatic kingdom – his mind.

As he watched me – he approached slowly, checking me for conversation. Smiles and exchanges of laughs seem meaningless - considering the passion already formed as I inhale and smell his breath and digest his soul.
Our first conversation.

He’s playing it cool but I see the blaze in his eyes as he smiles and remembers the ways I pleased and played with his soul – in his dreams. He likes me.

Visions of me swim in his mind for 7 days. The RING of lust formed stronger and stronger – forming a bond – strengthening the idea of falling in love.

He received a venomous sting from my scorpion scent – I’m hypnotized by the numbing sensation of constant vibrations – rubbing my soul, vigorously. His voice.

We discreetly announce out love through the zealous waves of poetry.

When I step to the mic – and spit – lyrics move his mind - intensely from fast to high – speed. He…smiles and remembers the ways I pleased and played with his soul. He loves me. And I’m alive. In his heart and in his mind.

We shared fantasies and dreams. Loving each other – cleansed in our waters of friendship, love, and open relations. Taking trips out of town so that we could explore our love with others as they watch me kiss on you …. and you smile, as I grant your wildest fantasies.
Anytime – anywhere – it didn’t matter – we shared. WE.

We experienced orgies of memoirs and contentment. Together, we connected like twins separated at birth yet united by an invisible umbilical cord of harmony.

Nights having your fingers in my hair – rubbing my scalp with your fingertips – your poetic melodies flowing in my ears as you hold me and whisper words of love.
Emotions running out of your mind – freestylin’ old school harmonies - and like Common…..when he used to love her.

You hold me closer as I climax from your lyrical intercourse.
To hear what pleases you,
To hear what makes you whole,
To hear what makes you love life –
To know what makes you love me
..what made you choose me…in your dreams – now, a reality – and I’m ALL YOURS.

Nothing came between us - our dreams – our future – our love.
Time was of the essence. Too good to be true –

Misunderstandings.
Words that cut harder than the love we erected.
Out umbilical cord of HARMONY was shattered from the lies and fabrications of anxiety, jealously, and envy.

Plans of togetherness were raped by the words obsession, possession, and passion.
The sickest - emotional - menajetrois.

The last thing surviving the debris after the collision of my heart, haste, and ignorance was me.
Standing there – holding the severed umbilical cord that used to nourish our relationship. Nurture our souls.
Instead of WE – I’m watching the back of your head as you leave - me.
Blood splashed and stained from the passion and love left behind.
Our umbilical cord was cut.

Spoken words of silence.

I wish I could go back to those night – in your dreams – and walk down a different street. No, I wish I would’ve walked down those streets with the intentions of self. I wouldn’t be here – wondering what could’ve been – what was – and what I still believe to be alive. You, me, our love, and our dreams.

As I fall asleep, and dream – I look for you like a lost child – looking to her mother for comfort, her father for guidance, her best friends shoulder. Looking for YOU.

Then – I remember – I was born from you.
I resurrected from your dreams.
How can I manifest in your dream – one – last – time??
We met in your mind. I was born from your love.

And then, I realize that without your love – I do not exist.
Without your love, I do not exist…
Without your voice, I do not exist…
Without your mind, I do not exist…
Without you, I do not exist…

I miss you – Save me – Look for me in your sleep…..

Peace –

West Indian Soul
1/3/06

Coming out....

2006-01-03T15:31:00.000-08:00

I want you to love me….

Anticipating…our time and moments together.
Waiting anxiously for the touch of your skin,
the scent of your flesh,
the taste and delicious flavor of your soul.
The essence – of - you.

As you moan and scream obscenities that even a drunken sailors would hold their heads in shame from the words and names – coming– out of your mouth and into my soul.

Passionate fire, soul, and desire is all I have to offer you. As you stay the night, holding me, loving me, desiring to taste and smell me until your nostrils swell from the scent of Sensual Jasmine Vanilla. No more candles. I’m your aromatherapy.
I love you.
I want you to love me….

Unity we form as our zodiac signs intertwine – we were destined to be together, forever, beyond life.
As we swim in the waters – the signs of emotions warn us to
Stop what we are feeling.
Slow down with caution before we –
Go too fast and get lost in reality.

I was meant for you and you for me – shit, can I be your wife – or better yet, can we just exchange vows of love as we carelessly fall in love and forget our past as we move towards our last days of our natural lives together as ONE.

You have my heart. You own my body. You own my soul. I want u 2 love me….

You know what I’m thinking before I make or decide to make it a complete thought. From head to toe I’m satisfied, at ease, and exceedingly pleased.
You would save my last breath, just so that you could close your eyes and imagine my presence when I’m gone smell me when you wanted.

I will never stop thanking you for loving me as passionate, and as you do. I just want you to love me. You are my inspiration, motivation, stimulation and everything that makes me a powerful and confident woman. As I recite this poem, let the truth be told that you are my ultimate fantasy. Without you, there would be no me and without me, well there would be no dream.
Emotionally, you fill my cup with joy and sensual similes of happiness, love, and adoration.. Mentally, I am your slave to the addiction of sexual boundaries and heights never traveled by man. Your ultimate wish is my command. Physically, you don’t know that I exist – at least for right now – you don’t know my name…. yet.

I just want you to love me…. West Indian Soul 12/28/05 – Neo Soul – Antonio’s

This is it!

2006-01-03T08:49:00.000-08:00

This is the beginning of a new era -
Poets, Spoken Word Artists, Neo Soul Rydas - UNITE!

Much love, knowledge, and freedom.....

Enjoy and spread the power of poetry.

One Love -
West Indian Soul. Uplift!