Love: Q&A

I want to thank Bloggers’ Delight for the invite.

And a very special thank you for featuring the sound track of my life as the musical background on which to cast my words. This blog has the absolute best musical selection and I’ve taken to leaving my browser parked here just so I can relive my life, my youth, my struggle to find myself, and my search for creative freedom. It wasn’t all good, but it was far from all bad. And in the end, I've found the best thing of all: True Love.

Love: Q&A

How does a man like me
Make a woman like you see
Truth in the love I offer freely
Beyond the pleasure I give easily
That satisfies you so completely
Yet leaves you doubting my sincerity
When I tell you you're the only one for me?
Honesty? You knows my history
The broken hearts I tossed aside so carelessly
The failed attempts at matrimony
And let’s not forget the notoriety
That comes from a past of dependency

How do I prove I’ve found my way
That I’m telling you the truth and it’s OK
To trust me to do right day after day
No matter what other people say?
I know they say a player’s gonna play
But I played and lost and had to pay
After learning my lesson the hard way
That a woman’s heart isn’t made of clay
Not something I can break and throw away
So I promise to be yours and never stray
And make a vow to cherish you every day
I’m telling you I’m here to stay, oh-kay

How do I make you feel it’s true
When I whisper in your ear “Baby I love you”
And tell you there’s nothing I wouldn’t do
To make you happy as my boo
And make a life for just us two?
How do I make those words sound new?
Perhaps God’s love provides a clue
For only He could carry me through
By coming to my spiritual rescue
To make me pure as morning dew
And put me on a mountaintop to view
What life can be for me and you.

Peace and Love,

Ali’s Zay

Original poem and photo Copyright © 2008 Xavier Pierre Jr. All rights reserved.

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Back in the day...

The addition of Prince to the song list took me back to the days when I was a shy young thang too afraid to dance with boys. I'd run to the ladies room at school dances as soon as a Prince song began. Ahhhh ... the innocence of youth. :-)

BFF

Your husband is the best thing
that ever happened to me.
A great guy for my best friend
and he was a sight to see.

When he found that I had no one,
he was always the gentle man,
volunteering to do the little things
for which I had no plan.

I understand how you love that man.
He is a beauty to behold.
When I started feeling things,
myself I began to scold.

Placing distance between us,
girl I just had to.
I was losing control of my emotions
the beating of my heart too.

But his sweetness
(and our friendship)
his gentle nature
(and our gossip)
his neo soul ways
(and our manicure trips)
just kept bringing me back.

You argued with him one day (and you do that a lot).
With him you asked me to talk.
He reluctantly ran it down to me,
didn't seem that it was his fault.

He didn't want to talk about it
Your privacy he keeps close
but because you sent me to him,
On my heart he wrote his post.

So long he's been so miserable
Just trying to keep the peace,
trying to make you happy
but going down to defeat.

He broke down in my arms,
cried like babies with stolen candies.
I don't know what was wetter
His face, or my panties.

He tore himself away from me
saying my touch was just not right.
But he appreciated my listening,
Maybe we could talk again another night.

I must confessed I dreamed of him,
elaborate scenarios created.
He took me around the world and back again.
We laughed, we talked, we dated.

But one day you must have pushed him
just a little bit too far.
I happened to be at the mall that day,
saw him sobbing in his car.

This is ridiculous I said,
"Do you want to come to the house?"
He hesitantly agreed.
Once there was quiet as a mouse.

He just looked at me
with pain etched in his face.
I just looked at him
and felt his every ache.

Can't explain what happened next.
It was all just one big blur.
I only know I started it.
In my loins that familiar stir.

He held me as he cried and cried.
I held him as I came and came.
He roared his passionate frustration.
I screamed and yelled his name.

I know that what I've done is wrong
How could I a best friend be?
But your husband is the best thing
that ever happened to me.



Exo 20:14


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You scream heal Darfur, heal Africa

But what about the homeland?

Really...

What about us?

Your eyes catch my heart

You kiss my smooth honey brown

My soul melts within

Whew

Lips pressed to Hershey's skin
almost sin-----ful
but i ain't listening
cuz what i'm feeling
is bliss-----ful

wait

i utter between nibbles and bites
trying to gather myself before i ignite

wait

He questions, but surely knowing that i don't know what i'm saying

yes

i whisper, while exhaling, body speaking, dayum near yelling

yes

he replies sweetly, manly, strong

yes

i manage between moans

yes

a gentle rock sends us to heaven

yes, yes, yes

i quiver...resting

savoring

tasting

loving

this man

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Wishing everyone, LOVE, PEACE and BLESSINGS, did I say LOVE...

angelia

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Love

I make my home in the depths of sorrow.

There, at the end of the hall is an open doorway,
beckoning me to run out into the cool sunshiny breeze
to smell the fresh grass and commune with the puffy clouds.
But here I stand, flat footed and immobilized
like a poor pooch chained to a burning building…
unable to move forward, but free to move back.
My shackles, chains and key less bonds are internal…and they hold fast.

I strain in vain.

It’s so dark in here.

Down the opposite hall are raging storms
birthed by angry and overbearing black cumulonimbus dread,
spitting torrents of recycled ancient acid.
They bring with them deafening Father thunder
who rages
as he announces the soul splitting actions of Mother lightning,
illuminating just enough to glimpse the horror left wherever she strikes.

Steaming stench.
Putrid decay.
Hot death.

Every now and then the sun burns through, giving false hopes that I can stay
here,
inside,
and grow my own forest,
in peace.

But only storms live in this place…
down that hall.

Every time I chase the sun back down
that hall,
the first family of destruction and despair come back…
even stronger than before…
and get between me
and the door.

Burning me.
Tearing me.
Reaching into me
and pillaging me.

Hope has become
false hope has become
no hope has become
prison,

the worse prison of all,
the one you can leave

but won’t.



Psa 30:5


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Good Morning

1,2,3,4,5

He smiled
Remembering
Sweet almond oil
Anointed her body
After a fresh shower
Amber musk woven
Into the tapestry
In all scents
Naturally associated with her

6,7, 8, 9, 10

Chocolate tips mounds
Honey colored skin
He sighed
Etching in his mind
His lips meeting
Every inch of her skin
Exhalations from her
As he treated her
To a delicious ride
On the edge of explosion

11, 12, 13, 14…

He got caught in the wave
Him entering her
In and out
Out and in
His endowment
Cocooned in her sugar walls
Sweating mixing
Skin meeting
Not knowing where
They began or ended
The last thrust took them
Over to the clouds of heaven

15-30

He forgot
Where he was
"Mister, Isn’t this your floor"
"Huh?"
"You pushed the elevator
For the 33^rd floor"
"Oh" he laughed
Regaining his composure
Hoping his internal thoughts
Did not portray
Him in the southern area

Whew!
He stepped off
Right before the doors
Closed
Wishing
He was back at home
In his kingdom
Where his queen
Gave him a wonderful
Good morning

©Shai Lynn K. Davis

Prey

Stalking your shadow.

Dogging your footsteps.

How long will it take

for you to slow your pace just enough for capture?

Grains of broken glass in every sip
i take across from no one, and not you.
Each kiss against lips not yours
strips skin from flesh until
a blazing heart is exposed and bleeding through a barbed wire reality.

When you rise so too does the day.

And when you rest the night is upon all.

How many rotations before, dizzy and stricken,

the pull of you is too great

and there is a great and mythic tragedy to recount?