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8.05.2011

The Foundations of Like x Love





Love is often a very interesting and peculiar thing! Personally, I am totally liking love right now.  Just having come out of a lengthy relationship (I exited stage left back in November of 2010) I had to take some time to reflect on what I desired from myself in order to give to a future female companion.  I've been writing about my lessons and feelings of love for a good little while now.  I started with poetry and continued to squeeze the ink of love energy onto the notepad of my life. I often read the Facebook statuses and Twitter tweets of my friends, celebrities and a host of other human beings, to gauge the human perspective on this beautiful and often bittersweet topic.  I often times find pain, confusion, distraught feelings and a horde of inspiring, sad and dramatic stories being told from either the peak of perfection or the valley of disgust, and I must say again that love is often a very interestingly peculiar thing.

Now when it comes to me, I've found myself in a beautiful situation.  I met a princess of a woman back on Feb. 17, 2011 and had a feeling that she was worth the time and effort.  My gut feeling was to get to know this lady on many levels.  Knowing that I fall in love rather quickly, I convinced myself to just take my time.  Of course, that goal challenged me from the jump, as I had asked for it to, and I had to slow down.  We started hanging, walking, talking, riding, eating and spending time and I was feeling good; as was she.   Now typically when I get to moving too fast, the girl I am interested in runs off.  That almost happened but this time the outcome was different. 

I was speaking to a close friend of mine and as I was discussing this amazing creature of a woman with him, I was enlightened.  Her and I had agreed that moving fast wasn't something that we wanted to involve ourselves in.  She was new to town and wanting to enjoy her new found home.  I had just returned home to handle some legal business and settle my creative energies into a formidable business venture.  We both had respectable agendas.

The last thing I wanted to do was rush something potentially beautiful into existence.  We took a break from each other.  I'm a poet and my energy of love can sometimes be overwhelming.  I wasn't looking for my desires to overwhelm either of us so I backed off.  This was hard.  I talked to my mom about the situation, started dating other women, wrote her letters that I never gave her and just engaged in things that would keep me focused on my mission and take my mind off of "falling in love".  I didn't want to "fall" into love again.  I wanted to walk in, stand up and claim my rightful place.

I've only been back home for 6 months and I feel like the chosen path of growth agreement between her and I has been one of random, yet energetically filled "somethingness".  She's amazing and is only going to get better.  She is a true friend and has great "on-my-level" type of people around her.  She's soft yet assertive.  Beautiful yet flawed.  She's smart yet as silly as they come and I see that our energies are mirroring each other. I love the fact that there is so much more that we can learn from each other as the seconds turn minute; minutes turn hours; hours turn days and days turn into months and years.

Do I know what is to come of all of this love stuff and like stuff?  Absolutely not!  I figure that if her and I build a solid friendship-- in this world that is so instantly gratified and self seeking--that we will enjoy each other immensely.  I'm 28 and about to turn 29.  I'm done with the foolishness.  I am being a man healthwise, financially, artistically, socially, morally and spiritually and I feel like having a grasp on these core "by-products of love" components are what will enhance every minute I am able to share with my new found friend.  One of my main rules of these loving times is to have no expectations and not to rush.  Love is patient and kind and not judgemental.  I figure that I should at least abide by these few principles if I am to be a successful young lover.

These Footsteps to Her have grown from ones planted in the dirt, mud, on concrete, thru NYC urban jungles and in an array of locations in the world.  Now I'm seeing that "The Footsteps With Her" are the ones I'm focusing on. To all of my slow learners/fast lovers and fast learners/slow lovers; take your time with him or her.  Build a friendship and have an infinite amount of random moments.  For we are all that we have and we all deserve the best.  When you give the best to you, you'll surely give the best to her/him.  Enjoy your footsteps out here!  And enjoy exploring the unknown.  One love!

With that said, I found a cool little video on Black Love.  Check it out by just clicking here!


Her Abnormal Alibi



Normal words can't describe how fabulous she looks right now.



And the truth is,
I am only able to see her on the HD screen of my mind.

She inspired this phrase;
Causing my momentary thoughts of her to expand into a daze.

Verbally, she amazed me with,

Feathered earrings.
Exciting, yellow dress complementing her Nubian skin tone.
Shoes to match.

She spoke vividly of herself.
Some would take her self-confidence for arrogance.
I do understand. And over.

I am pleased to say that I am blessed to be able to see her ups and downs.
I feel her smiles and frowns when she calls me.
So, it is only just, that normal words escape her descriptive essence.

She smoothly steps, in an onyx rhythm all her own.

I find a comfortable joy in studying her movements as if she is not able to see.

My "her-vocabulary" denies normality. I try, but, to no avail.
For, normal words can't describe how fabulous she looks right now.

And the truth is,
She is the muse that has me completely aware that my every, carefully distributed word,
is just as magical as she.

6.15.2011

JOHN COLTRANE A love supreme Part I Acknowledgement



Just thought this was indicative of how I was feeling during the "7 Minutes of Love Language".

7 MINUTES OF MENTAL LOVE LANGUAGE.

I have consider much.
Most of what I have considered involves me and where I am.
What she has taken from me is equal to what she has given.
She might disagree.


I care, but I don't. A neutrality.


The other dude pretends that he cares, but he won't when he's through with her.
He'll be on to the next.


Gone with the Brooklyn wind.
Piercing her heart like bazooka rounds thru kevlar vest.


I suppose it is a noble thing to "fake it until you make it".


I am not one to speak of the future.
Only to dwell in the present.
Only pre-setting  radio stations and to do lists.

These feelings, I have found what to do with.
No target to aim at ,so if they cheer for me to miss,
Their cheers will only be those of a vain existence.  

Wishes un-believed-in.


I suppose that closure won't approach until we are face to face.
Maybe then I'll know what to do, rather than trying to think of what to say!