love, divine

Good morning, my love

You’re a gift from above

Ya must’ve fallen straight from the sky

& into my life

but see the whole time….

I was searching the earth for you

Made a million wishes on stars and moons

But now, my heart, I let it lead me

And I know that’s how you came to be

You’re perfectly

My center of gravity

You were drawn to me

By possibilities

Was waiting for you

Made changes for you

So I could greet you

With an open heart

& open arms

And now you’re mine.

My love, divine

You’re mine you’re mine you’re mine…my love, divine

Hey there my love

My answered prayer from above

You’re a dream no more

Somehow…I knew I’d adore

Every single piece of you…from head to toe

So I thought I’d let you know

I’m completely into you

I just want the best for you

Became a reality

From my fantasy

Our love’s meant to be

And now you’re mine you’re mine you’re mine!

My love, divine

You’re mine you’re mine you’re mine… My love, divine

(Someday I'll read this to you in person...)

selfish

maybe i am selfish

don't ask me my wish
maybe i'm rude
so stop testing me, dude

     i live in a bubble

     i live on my own
     if the world's in a rubble
     i don't even know

so what if i daydream?

so what if i'm mean?
who cares if i only think about me?
it's high time i started
& quit actin' retarded
i'll make my dream come true
i'm better than you.

i'm quick with the words, they come without thought

what do you do again? it seems i forgot
i'm stubborn and shallow, too fast on the draw
i didn't know you had feelings at all
i'm not interested, i know you can tell
besides, i really don't know you that well

i don't have a minute

to be up in it

i'm consumed with things
though i may pull your strings...
i want you to know

i am selfish.

no, i don't remember

that time last september
our anniversary?
that's news to me
has it been that long?
wow, two years have gone....

     i live in a bubble

     i live on my own
     if the world's in a rubble
     i don't even know

 i am selfish

tender hands

don't remind me
about the time we
only met at night...
we had to meet
down the street
to talk by dashboard light
forget the place 
you touched my face      
& stared into my eyes...
played our song
all night long
gave in to compromise

 

if I remember
your hands so tender
or your breath
against my flesh
my senses will fade
from the love we made
my senses will fade
my senses will fade

 

let's not recall
the time that fall
you carried me on your back...
rolled up our sleeves
played in the leaves
committed to the fact
don't let me say
how you had your way
& made my heart skip beats...
your body & mine
intertwined
& we surrendered to the heat
let's pretend
there's no rules to bend
let's deal with what's to be
don't hesitate
it's much too late
I refuse to believe....

 

that your breath
against my flesh
makes me remember
your hands so tender
my senses will fade
from the love we made
your hands so tender
I don't want to remember.

                                                           

 

Who's to say?

Who’s to say…

 

that I can’t be loud?

draw a crowd

‘cuz I’m proud

‘cuz I stand on my own 

or that I’m accident prone

things happen for reasons

so I change with the seasons.

 

Who’s to say…

 

That I haven’t won
by being on the run
or having a ton
of fun 
happy years-they last
they’re not all in the past
more to come
even when I come undone
bouncing back
is only the 2^nd act
in this play
and on this stage.

 

Who’s to say…

 

I can’t be bitter 
but see, I ain’t a quitter 
I’m pushin’ on-followin’ my heart
ending one thing-to start
something new-a new part
building my castle
without any hassles.

 

So, who’s to say…

 

I don’t have everything I desire?
that I’m fire
repellent-there’s nothing to burn
except my ass till I take my turn?

 

DMFT

I know I am the self proclaimed Kisser of Frogs. I get it. It's been this way for years. (Almost 11 if you are counting.) Maybe I did something wrong in a past life that put me in this position. I've been on hundreds of dates/outings/meetings. I've suffered through some of the worst interactions a person can suffer through. I've been kissed by gray teeth. I've been used for sex - sex so awful that I'd been forced to cry out.. "Are you fucking kidding me?! That's all you've got?!" I've been stalked, harassed, &  followed. I've filed police reports. I've been blown off, stood up, disrespected.  I've taken one for the team time and time again, but I am over it! Do you hear me?? OVER. IT.

I'd like to know... how is it that nearly EVERY immature, douche-baggy, idiotic,  jobless, car-less piece of shit I have ever "dated" is now in a relationship?! How is this even possible? To be straight, NO, I was not/am not interested in these fools, BUT.... What the fuck!? It makes zero sense to me!

Here I stand with an amazing career, a place to call home,  more love to offer than the average person... yet I am SINGLE. Single! Like not even close to being in ANY type of ANYthing with ANYone! For fuck's sake, I cannot even score a decent date!

I could sit here and list all the amazing qualities I have but if you know me, you already know what they are. Not trying to be conceited or anything, but I got it going on! So how is it that I am constantly over-looked when it comes to relationships?

Sure sure, I know.. I should be counting my blessings. That not all relationships are perfect. That I am probably luckier than I even know because I have the ultimate freedom. I don't take this for granted. Trust me. I know full well how fortunate I am to be free from any and all drama associated with partnerships. But that does not answer my question: HOW are the men (boys in most cases) I've met/dated scored the very thing I crave when they are as close to imperfection as they come?!

I've often wondered this very thing. I've often thought about it, talked about it, wrote about it. And I am STILL at a loss. Does anyone know? Is this karmic retribution? What the fuck did I ever do that was that bad? I've paid my debts to the Universe ten-fold! I survived more abuse, more neglect, more negativity than I can even describe; at the cost of my own self, I'll have you know! Yet I still came out on the other side bitter-less. (Unless you count this rant, which by the way, I am fully entitled to!) I took all necessary steps to ensure that I was healed before bringing someone else into my life. I worked my ass off at that! So where the hell is my reward? Why are the morons that jump from one bad relationship to the next while being a fraction of a person the ones who have won?

I want to win, dammit! It's my fucking turn, Universe. I can no longer take this sitting down! I'm pissed, and rightfully so! Yes, I am really pissed. Yes, as soon as I get this out of my system I will probably be just fine. But for today, for now, for this very moment I would like to give a big, huge double-middle-finger-tribute to every lame sucker I've ever met and the Universe in which this was allowed to happen.

Double. Middle. Finger. Tribute.

DMFT!!!!

sadness

it's the kind of sadness 

that paralyzes your soul

it's the waiting & hoping & praying

& there's absolutely no

cure.

not an instant one, anyway

so now what?

resume a life full of laughs?

ya can't really get much better than that..

but ... this sadness

it's so deep

it consumes entire beings

this sadness is terrifying

life changing

living in the unknown

feeling alone

& the only thing that you DO know

is that it hurts real bad

so so bad

and that just makes the sadness

that much more sad

I LOVE YOU

A letter to myself in an empty book
Just asks why
I can’t get by
I don’t need your approval
To conquer removal
With the wave of my hand
I’ll do what I can

It’s funny you say
No one will love me the way
That you do
I hope that’s true.

I think I’ve lost you for good
But if there’s a chance... We could?
Well, no, that won’t do
I’m trying to break away from you
So why call each other up?
And continue to discuss?
It’s just…..

I can’t release this hold on you
No matter what we’re going thru
I’ll fall from grace, but I’ll admit it’s true
I love you! I love you! I LOVE YOU !

I see thru water
Every time I bother
With actions that hurt me
And bruise me so perfectly.

It’s funny you say
No one will love me the way
That you do
I hope that’s true.

　 

Valentine Box

I think Valentines Day is a crock of shit! I will proudly admit to being bitter, so there is no need for you to wonder. I fucking hate the day. The roses, the candies, the barf-inducing, sappy cards. Of course I've had many memorable V-days... It's just that they are memorable in the wrong ways.

My first real boyfriend showered me with flowers. He gave me the biggest teddy-bear I'd ever seen. I was thrilled! Thrilled 'til I learned that he had stole it. All of it. Like straight out of a store in the middle of the night. Nice, huh?

My next boyfriend did not celebrate anything. Not a birthday, not Christmas.. and of course not Valentines Day. That is... until he did. I walked into my job to find a huge basket filled with stuffed animals & chocolates topped with a huge balloon. (Think mini-hot air balloon.) I was shocked! Surprised! Excited! Until he admitted that he, too, had used his 5-finger discount. Seriously?! More stolen shit? This was years after I received the other "hot" goods. Different time, different man... same lame result.

After 5 years with boyfriend B, I moved away to start a new life. He was not happy with that choice. Not at all. He told me I ruined his life by making that choice. He told me that I was stupid for making that choice. He "promised" that he was the only one that would EVER love me... So by making that choice we broke up. We broke up for about 48 hours. (Funny thing about choices, huh? If only I would have made another...)

A year and a half into our long-distance relationship Valentines Day came out to play. This time I worked in a bank. I was a professional in a professional environment. I was in the lunch room when I got a frantic call from the front line. I was needed in the lobby. Immediately. When I got there I saw 5 co-workers standing in a circle; they were all staring at a huge box.

The box was addressed to me. The box was big enough to hold a person; or two.
The box had drawings, obviously done by a child, on one side. (To be honest it looked a little sadistic.) The box's three other sides were plastered with ads from a department store. What department? Oh... the underwear one. Like no shit: bras, panties, nighties... Horrified me and my pal pushed the box into a side office. Everyone gathered around. They wanted to see what was inside!

Embarrassingly, the box gets opened. One helium filled balloon floated out slowly; it was attached to 2 limp ones. There were brightly colored sweat suits covering a home bath spa, some candy, a card with no envelope, and several photos; photos that I had when I moved away from him. (They were missing when I un-packed.) Stolen things yet again. W.T.F.

The card had writing in it. A poem. A real intimate one describing sexual acts and expressing feelings. It was not signed... nor was it written by him. It was in cursive, female handwriting; that of my former bff that was now living with him. (That's a whole other story.. maybe I'll tell you later.)

I was furious! How tacky is this fucking box?! I ran back to the break room to make a call. It went something like this:
Me: What the fuck is with this box?!?!!?
Him: What do you mean?
Me: Are you fucking serious right now with the naked women on the outside of it and the card and...
Him: Shut the fuck up you ungrateful bitch! I spent $50 to have that shipped so you would get it today! You're such a fucking bitch! You don't appreciate shit!
CLICK - He hung up.

I didn't know what to do with myself. When I got home that night I was still embarrassed, still pissed off. I took pen to paper (my natural outlet for angst) and wrote my own poem. I few days later we finally talked and I read it to him. He didn't like it.

Yes. This was years ago. Ten years ago to be exact. Have I celebrated Valentines Day since? Sure.. I've had dinners with my friends, etc. But no memory, no amount of friends or fun can erase what this "holiday" means to me. In short, it means jack shit! Sorry if that offends you romantics. But to my fellow cynics I'd like to say: Cheers! Keep on hatin' I am right beside you!

Here's the poem I wrote... I can't believe he hated it.

Valentine Box

 

 

         I could almost be paranoid enough

                        To think you’re trying to kill me.

 

A gift for my bath that plugs into the wall?

Knowin’ water  &  ‘lectricity don’t mesh at all.

 

The chocolate to eat could be ten years old.

It’s hard as a rock and covered in mold.

 

The balloons filled with poison air?

Two deflated inside there!

 

A poem to make my heart beat with love.

I could almost be paranoid enough………….

 

My heart attacks with anger

It’s the worst k i n d  o  f    p   a   i   n      u    h!

                        I think you’re trying to kill me.

 

                        You should know by now, that gifts ain’t shit

                        A personal touch makes loneliness quit.

                        A thought wrapped in intimacy

                        That’s the kind of present I need.

                        I don’t need a reminder

                        That you lay down beside her.

 

My body attacks with anger

It’s    t h e      wo   r  st      k  ind       of       pa   i        n                       U        H!

I think you’re trying to kill me.

 

 I don’t know you.

From the way you wrapped it up,  to what you put inside.

I’m so confused

I stumble through... wondering

                            

 I don’t trust you.

From the way you wrapped it up,  to what you put inside.

I am a question mark....left pondering

 

 I don’t believe you.

From the way you wrapped it up,  to what you put inside.

You’ve overstepped your boundary

 

I know you're trying to kill me

 

(c) 2003

 

my rap

Mi amor?
I don’t adore
you more than before
see, I ain’t a whore
but I like to score
then I’m out tha door
don’t really know myself anymore

what I’ve become
from
what I’ve done
dam I had fun
but I’m tha one
to be on tha run  

believe this shit
I give what I get
figure it out yet?
I’m a sure bet
come throw it down
I’ll keep ya around
remember my sound
drifting onto your grounds

I don’t drink from half tha glass
top mine off, do it fast
I want tha feeling to last
I’ll giggle
just a little
mess up a riddle
tha rumble in my tummy
made me kinda chubby
swallowed most of tha world
tryin’ to be a girl
that posses it all
goin’ thru changes
despite what my age is
curiosity’s contagious

payday-ha! what a joke
I’m still broke
gone before I make it
bill collectors take it
be happy? well I fake it
my ass? I’d like to shake it
bills are cake? believe I bake it

step to tha front
smoke a blunt
get what I want
change my font
I’ll print tha words
not in cursive, ya heard?
am I disturbed
or just perturbed
‘bout tha dollas I burn?

maybe I’m pissed
last one on tha list
do you want to kiss
my ass or my fist?
am I dreamin’? Just pinch
my cheek and let me know
if you can keep up with my flow
I think tha answer might be no
so dude, just let it go

I'll put a mirror on tha ceiling
to bring out freaky feelings
but I don’t just have flings
I make ‘em jump thru rings
I’m tha one to rock tha boat
leave u drownin’ in a mote
with no remote
to watch TV
or a floor to get on your knees
to beg me to stop
I’m over tha top
bet you’d like it a lot

I’m supa dupa like missy
kinda fun kinda prissy
I am just who I am
a sassy chic with an alternate plan
took my first breath on the fifth of December
came out bravin’ tha winter
inhaled the ice
on the first day o’ my life
became the sweet, sexy me
lasting longer than eternity

tippy toes (2002)

why be married and cheat
turn your back around & creep
think he’ll turn the other cheek
& forget that you’re a freak
no one’s stuck
you still have luck
don’t give me that shit
quit yankin’ on dick

I’ll never understand
how you come home to a man
that you can barely stand
& lie all you can
you walked down an aisle
now you’re swimming in denial
you’ll get caught after while
'cuz that shit goes outta style

I won’t pat you on the head
smile at everything you said
but I’ll write it out with lead
let you READ my word instead

you no-good fuckin’ hoes
that walk around on tippy toes
I’ll put you into rows
and in your face I’ll throw
just a simple phrase
‘bout life these days
the ultimate price to pay
a four-letter word called AIDS
if you opened your eyes
quit pretending you are blind
maybe you would see
this world full of disease

you’re adding to the list
all the people that you kiss
you subject yourself to this
you have no right to be pissed
when it blows up in your face
& your life becomes replaced
with a past you can’t erase
you wasted all that cash
on a love that didn’t last
you jumped at the chance
to go out and run the streets
and try to be discreet
but you got weights on your feet
you’re starting to slow
got nowhere to go
& now you know

that being a no-good fuckin’ hoe
that walks around on tippy toes
will be among those
that no one wants to touch
there’s no one left to love
you just ran out of luck

　

let go

it's not the walking away
it's the letting go
it's the time that moves too slow
it's the constant reminders
that bind us
that blind us
so...
just let go

it all sounds so easy
let the invisible pain float away on a wing and a prayer
can you see it there it goes...
but wait who are you praying to
the unseen source
your very own version of a god
because we all have to believe in something to get anything
and to believe you have to be open
and to be open you have to be free
and only when you are free can you
let go.

so just do it










 

dirty girl

Drive-thru is open till 5 am
I know cuz', that’s when I roll in
takin' off my clothes on the way up the stairs
reach my room-down to underwear
when the moment reaches, I envision you
as dim as the light, you see me too.
your head looks like a milk dud, so now I’m craving chocolate
your finger like a lollipop, I just want to suck it

I’m a dirty girl
I'll rock your world
you’ll know for sure
when your toes curl
I'll bite your lip
if we’re hip to hip
when we’re cheek to cheek
our bodies speak

A’ lil suck here & a ‘lil suck there
a ‘lil lickin’ downstairs
quench my thirst
you ain’t my first
suck my toes
kiss my nose
nibble on my earlobes
you’ll make me explode
touch my feet
tell that I’m pretty
yell a’loud, it’s just you & me
I wanna be your teacher
learn you a lesson
play hide & seek
and keep you guessin’
got tricks up my shirt
as you look up my skirt
no one will get hurt
just get to work

hit it from the back
can you see my cat?
where the pillow at?
this is tit for tat
lay on your back
take down your pants
no, wait… let me do that
I’ll taste the wand
your time’s begun
this is lots of fun
& I’m not a nun
I’m a dirty girl
I’ll rock your world

it’s so wet & tight
do it all night
you picked it right
being here tonight
make me blush
ain't gotta rush
I like this stuff
can’t get enough

shut the door
give me more
get on the floor
it’s what I’ve waited for
keep my stare
pull my hair
I don’t care
if you touch me there
say my name
let’s play a game
don’t be tame
do it again
flip me over, do it sideways
have it your way

underneath
our bodies speak
when we’re cheek to cheek

what nothing’s will you whisper?
how softly will you kiss her?
will you swell with pride?
it’s getting hard to hide
the lingering scent
and the taste of my sweat
my feet hang off the bed
my toes are painted red
remember what I said…

I’m a dirty girl
I’ll rock your world
you’ll know for sure
when your toes curl
I’ll bite your lip
if we’re hip to hip
when we’re cheek to cheek
our bodies speak

I’m a dirty girl

(c)2002