sweetpeaLa im chillin at home with the lil man today. - June 04, 2010 add/view comments (0)

When I first saw you, you caught my attention, and though you didn't know it--you stepped to me correct. Your walk, your stance and the way you held your hands when you spoke, captivated my attention, like a moth to a flame. My ears yearned for each word that glided from your lips. But hey--- you know, I had to play hard and act casual, like you were just talking sh**. So I would periodically look across the room, smile casually and act very vague about the whole situation. But unknown to you, you were all in my imagination. But hey, I never wanted to let on that your verbalization was igniting my internal, mental and physical stimulation. In my mind-- we were softly dancing on the floor,you whispering sweet sonnets of 'baby do you remember this,and do you remember that' and we both laughing to each other in muffled tones. Gently rocking to the music in inaudible groans.Your hand gently resting upon my hip, my head resting upon your neck, while I secretly bit my lip. You see, in my mind--- we were old to each other and comfortable in each others arms, like old school friends sitting by a fire. You brotha were deeper than physical, you were my spiritual desire. I wanted to know who, where and why you were standing here. My mind was racing with questions, that my lips refused to utter. So numbly and casually I poised, though inside I was all a flutter.You were meant for me to know, at that moment, that time and on that day. But my arrogance and casually stepped in and I simply allowed you to walk away. As I watched you walk away, I knew a mistake had been made, and the sh** was just not right. But then came arrogance whispering 'girl there isn't any such thing as love at first sight'. Now, I move through hours, days and years reminded of what not to do. So when you return to my path again, this time brotha, I --will-- step-- to you.

Angel (By me) She walks in beauty throughout the nights and the days. She protects her body sacredly, like a Holy man prays. It was her who held you throughout the night when you cried, it was her shoulder you leaned upon while your fears subside. All of your past, ugliness and secrets you cannot conceal. it is she who knows you down and dirty, clarified on the real. So why is it so hard to believe in what you cannot see? Perhaps due to systematic conditioning of perception and reality. Letting down your cool, giving in to trust, can still be cool. Versus being an unbeliever, unprotected and ultimately the fool. Im not saying 1 religion is better than the other, or 1 is right, what basically is important is to respect we lay down all the same and sleep at night. People live life stuck on silly stuff like bling bling, race and color. Disrespecting women, while demanding respect for their own disrespected mother. You see, this is all a circle of life that we travel. Today you may be the victor, tomorrow your %#&@$! can unravel. Know this, you are never to big to bow your head and pray, I don't care to who ---just do it in your own dedicated way. As she moves through beauty through the nights and the days.

hey whas up? i just chillin i thought i'd come to ur page and show u some love