We are a flash mob

We are a flash mob

Of negative proportions

Pockets of people

Selfish ambitions

Collaborating only if they can obtain the largest piece

 We are a flash mob

Stopping progress

Implementing reversals of fortunes for the less fortunate

We are a flash mob

Striking over and over again

Shedding blood, tears, taking lives

Occupying streets for what purpose?

Homeless people have been occupying streets for centuries

and you still don’t care

We are a flash mob

One of destruction

Our ancestors weep in their graves

Our activists are in a state of unrest

Where have their efforts gone?

We are a flash mob

That never stops flashing

Negative actions like a strobe light on our future with an intoxicating bass beat

Distracting us from the truth

Deterring us from securing a room in Our Father’s mansion

We are a flash mob

We have created our own casualties of war

Pointing blame in every direction

except within ourselves

We are a flash mob

We have taken all that is great, beautiful and just grounded it into gravel

Blame terrorists, militant groups

But in the end they are we and we are they

We are a flash mob

Dissecting our communities, how can we achieve unity?

Abandoned children

Abandoned hopes

Abandoned dreams

Abandoned futures

Sadly, painfully…

We are a flash mob

 

© Soulmuze 2012

 

How do I find my smile again?

How do I find my smile again?

The one that starts from deep within and radiates beyond the shape of my mouth

How do I find the smile that made me tingle inside?

Not the fake one that I wear to cover the tears I hide

That amazing smile that I used to know

The one that gave me that special glow

The smile that supersedes minutes of great sex

The smile that carries from one moment to the next

The smile so genuine and sweet that reminded me there is no foe I could not beat

How do I find my smile again?

Buried under tears distracted by my fears

The smile that says there is nothing I can’t do

Empowering my strength to deal with life’s zoo

Didn’t know that I let it go until it was gone

If I don’t know how it was lost I’m not sure how to grab it back

Maybe it will return if I wait a while.

Can someone help me find my smile?

 

© Soulmuze 2012

Distorted Views

When I look at you all I see is a ghosted image of what I want you to be

Like funhouse mirrors my eyes distort your flaws making you more than what you truly are

Distorted views, false realities why is my mind playing tricks on me?

Ghosted images, double sometimes triple,
Taking what’s in my heart to feed the alternate view of you

Multiple images, honesty in one, while there are lies in all the others

The image, your lips move, talking trash lyrics real smooth

Body language throwing your swag from right to left

As you lock down your performance from one chic to the next

You say my distortion is just a trick

I need to get my eyes and ears fixed

You make me laugh out loud with your tongue Mr Slick

Really sir is that so?

You’re telling me to stay but am i the only one? …So…

Distorted views but I must choose

You win, I win but there’s a chance We will lose

So confused by distorted views

© Soulmuze 2012

The Rhythmchild

His dancing, tells stories of emotions trapped inside

He doesn’t move to the norm, his style is as subtle as a quiet storm

His body, a canvas depicting his passions

He lives, driven by desire, evolving his own fashions

Breathing new life into music

Translating subliminal messages

His goal, to open others beyond the walls of today’s empty lyrics and monotonous beats

To educate and communicate

Fueled from within

Each pop, kick, spin, glide and slide is used to battle the pain inside

His scars, permanent, and rich

But he will use them to bring positive light your way.

That just scratches the surface of… The Rhythmchild

© Soulmuze 2012

The strength of a woman…

It amazes me that in this day and age men view every woman the same. At the same time men do not like being grouped in the “all” or “every”.

As human beings we cannot mature beyond stereotypes within our gender? Regardless of who was created first, men and women were designed to be strong. That strength whether it is as individuals or a unit should not be viewed in a negative light.

I was told by more than one man, of differing races I might add, that I am ‘too strong’ and it can be ‘intimidating’ to a man…Really?… I should consider ‘dumbing’ myself down and this way I would be marriage material… WTF?…

Let me breakdown this concept as best I can for my own edification:

1. The strength of a single woman is a bad thing

2. Women who are married are playing or played dumb to get/keep their man

Aren’t women supposed to be the anchor of the household? Aren’t women supposed to enrich their mate, support him when the ‘man’ tares him down? Aren’t women designed to nurture, go out in the fields when the man can’t?

Did I misread the history books? Did I misinterpret the foundation lessons in church? Am I missing something in the translation of ‘man cleaves onto his wife?’ Guess they cut out the part that says cleave to your wife but her strength must be restricted…

Did your mother dumb herself down when your daddy walked out, was occupied with other women or working shift on-top of shift to make ends meet?

Some women choose to be single, with or without children.

Then there are others who didn’t choose or want that path, when life thrusts it upon her she had no choice… failed relationships, failed marriage, ignorant/selfish prospects… yet she handled it.

Those who chose the path of ‘I can do it alone, I don’t want or need a man’ should not be viewed the same as those who have/had no choice in the matter.

The strength of a woman is not a curse but a blessing. Not every woman can rise above adversity and overcome life’s hardships. Women are always dealt a crappy hand but yet when you need us we are your ‘ride or die.’ We are the fools that forgive your indiscretions. We are the ones that support your wildest dreams. We are the ones you can cry in the dark with and will never question your manhood. We are the whores if we take on more than one man, yet you are a ‘G’, the ‘Mf Man’ the more women you are banging out…we are the ones left holding the bag and tagged as being ‘too independent’, ‘too damn strong’

Would I be marriage material had I left my family on the street? How about not taking care of my siblings? Hmmm, not educating myself? Better yet lay up on that cold steel table and allow someone to dig out the life in my womb because I chose poorly?

Men, do you give thoughts to the comments you make about women? Women should think before they speak, shouldn’t men do the same? Men want a strong women but if you’re considered stronger than them there’s an issue?

The strength of a woman should not be viewed in a silo. You should look at her whole being.

No matter how strong I appear to be or how much I hold my own I know how and when to let a man be a man. I don’t have to ‘dumb myself’ down’ nor am I a ‘Queen Bee’.

To be a Queen you must have a King. To be a King you must have a Queen.

A kingdom of weak rulers will perish under the rubble. A kingdom ruled by those who don’t know when to step back and let the other handle their position will not stand… evidenced by the lack of family units.

Those who read this may say I’m overly dramatic, or blowing this out of proportion. That’s okay, because I know what I’m made of.

Strong women fuel strong men. If my strength or women like me are too much for you, you’re not ready for a woman… a true ride or die chic.

Keep your little girls who will stroke your ego, sex you up, and be your trophy.

Don’t ever get sick and expect her to clean you when you can’t do it yourself. Or challenge the doctors when they poke and prod you with experimental medication. Or won’t help you look for a job because you to were laid-off.

The strength of a woman is not to be taken lightly or viewed negatively. The strength of a woman got you here regardless of your daddy being around.

I speak for these women:  the missing rib that completes you, defines the village, the strength when others try to destroy you. The women who loves  all of you, not just the tool swinging between your legs.

Dumb down + be less intimidating + be weaker  = less of the woman you are born to be. 

Thank you to those men who shared their true opinions of me. I pray you never have daughters and if you do you share your concepts of women with them. Let’s not forget your nieces, cousins, God-children. Build a nation by keeping women by your feet, instead of your side.

Lady in Waiting

I am the Lady in Waiting, strong and intimidating, who will stand by her man,

Empowering him, caring for him and knowing when to fall back.

He will love me for all that I am and I him.

He will embrace my strength and respect me as a woman

I am the Lady in Waiting who was taught strength by a woman

Given talents by her Creator

I am the Lady in Waiting who will be the crown for her King

When the rest of the world has turned their back

I will be the one to give him strength

We will cleave onto one another

Evenly yoked for we know the position each one must hold

I am the Lady in Waiting

A woman with a heart to love, arms to hold

And strength to persevere

© Soulmuze 2012

What defines you as a mother…

the nurturing discipline you provide when they start to slide
the understanding ear you give them when they come to you to share
the emptiness you feel when they are away
the joy of celebrating their birthday
the things they teach you that you thought you already knew
the love and sensitivity they bring out in you
the new found patience you never thought you had

These things and more define unlike any other
A friend, a confident, the role of a mother
It’s beyond birthing in so many ways.
It’s unselfish acts you give until the end of days.

What defines you as a mother
It’s not always clear
But you know you must always be there

It’s far from easy and often times lonely too
Nonetheless once tasked you must follow thru

What defines you as a mother is truly hard to say
but once you’re labelled as one it’s a title that can’t be taken away

© Soulmuze 2012

I want to…

In matters of love whether you are young or old, experienced or not you will feel this way. You know but you don’t, not sure or won’t. It’s confusing in so many ways. What’s worse is you should just ask and hopefully he or she will answer honestly. However your fear of not getting the answer you seek keeps you from asking. Why do we subject ourselves to unnecessary emotional roller coasters? Wouldn’t you rather know the truth? Time is precious so why waste it on what you think someone feels instead of investing it in what you know. Don’t be afraid to know, let go or hold on to that which is true.

 I want to tell you how much I love you

I want you to hold me tight

I want to hear you say that you were thinking about me all day and can’t wait to see me tonight.

I want to feel the warmth of your breath on the back of my neck

I want you to brush away my tears and say ‘if you need me I will be here’

I want you to whisper my name over and over again

I want to see your smile every moment in time

I want to wake up with you everyday

I want to just hold your hand

I want the world to know you love me and won’t let go

Overwhelmed with ‘wants’ not sure if you feel the same

I don’t believe they are selfish or one-sided or are they?

I want to know if I feel all these things alone

I want to know if I should continue to stay or go

I want to have my feelings reciprocated

I want it delivered in words solidified by actions

I want to know that the feelings are true

I want to know, do you love me the way I’m loving you?

 © Soulmuze 2012

A prayer for the disenchanted

Your forgiveness I ask of you today
For I am saddened and depressed in the worse way

I appreciate all the blessings bestowed upon me
Yet I’m drowning in silent misery

The weight on my shoulders have curved my back
I no longer have the will to pull myself up so I can stand erect, in fact…

I am so hunched over I only see defeat
I call out to you, help me find the victory I seek

Every 1 and 2 steps forward I am pushed back 10
Where is your light? When will the darkness end?

Eternal hope is my refuge
I know with you I cannot lose

Yet today I cry and call out to you
Please my Father pull me thru

Yes I ask you to forgive me for I allowed the demons to step in today
To darken my heart, to alter my way

I cry streams, lakes, rivers, oceans and now I’m pushed to waterfalls
Do I just let go to the demons and end it all?

Hear my cry Almighty, the Most High
At the hand of the demons I must not die

I have read every Psalms, kneeled down in prayer
My heart is pure, my God are you there?

I don’t need signs like lightening strikes or your likeness to appear in smoke
I need you to strengthen my resolve, continually renew my hope.

Forgive me Father if I question your ear
I humble myself to you, for you I love and fear

I will continue to pray with a repentant heart
and wait on you Lord to give me a new start

© Soulmuze 2012

Go back to your before

Before you were left bitter by heartbreak

Before you lost faith by disappointment

Before you were told you were a failure

Before you were treated as an outcast

Before you thought you would never heal

Before you thought you were weak

Before all of the negative forces dominated your universe

You were beautiful from birth and uniquely designed

You knew your worth, your power, your presence of purpose

Go back to your before

Find the true you

You are not alone on your journey

As you go back to move forward you will discover more value in yourself

The true value of those who surround you

Go back to your before…

© Soulmuze 2012

Always…love…always…lost

Always…love…always…lost

Guess that seems par for the course
Can’t understand, don’t want to accept that love is not here yet
Love that is sought comes from a man
One to hold you, listen, even if he doesn’t understand
In return I can give the same ear he needs, the lips to speak
Whether our words are harsh or sweet

Always …love…always …lost

Searching, trying to accept
It may not be for me, maybe not yet
The love that is needed can’t be that far away
Something, someone must be in our way
The void to be filled can only be reached by that spiritual man
Hope you understand

…because sometimes I don’t …

Lost…always…love…always

(c) Soulmuze 2012