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A confident man loves his independent woman. A confident woman loves her independent man. This said independence only applies to business for they know they are nothing without each other.
Never more than a heartbeat away, building, learning and loving their #teamus life.
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©️Soulmuze 2018
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The first $20 I ever made was performing at the Billie Holiday Theatre at the Restoration Plaza located in the Bedford-Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn. I played Peppermint Patty in “You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown” with my JHS Drama club. The entire cast was paid equally and it was amazing. I took that $20 and opened my first bank account at the now defunct Chemical Bank which was also in the Restore, that was in 1977. Kitura, Walter, Darryl, Yolanda, Lamar, Sheila, just to name a few of my cast mates; our Music/Drama teacher Ms. Powell who did all of this with/for us on her own dime, back then teachers gave of their personal time without per session pay.
I almost sound like Estelle Getty as Sophia Petrillo in the Golden Girls ‘Picture it: Brooklyn 1977…’ lol
What an amazing feeling! I remember we were all celebrities for our brief run on our very own little Bed-Stuy Broadway! Everything was about community back then.
To this day I still love the Peanuts gang. We enjoyed the stories and didn’t see their colors or gender identities, just kids; plain and simple.
I never realized the lessons I was learning thru it all: teamwork, patience, sharing the spotlight, finding our voices, recognizing our individual talents, encouraging each other and so much more.
There are so many things I loved about that musical but as I grow older the one thing that stands out the most is the ensemble song Happiness, the first line is “Happiness is finding a pencil.” It truly was for Charlie Brown for when the pretty little red headed girl dropped her pencil, he picked it up, saw teeth marks and knew she was human.
“I’m so happy. That little red-headed gril dropped her pencil.It has teeth marks all over it. She nibbles her pencil. She’s human! It hasn’t been such a bad day after all.” Charlie Brown, You’re a Good Man Charlie Brown
I have my own little chewed up pencil with it’s equally little eraser and I never hesitate to correct my mistakes, I’m only human.
My bite marks on the pencil represent the release of panic, anxiety and putting thought into my every action. When it’s needed and I’m ready (for change isn’t easy) I find my pencil , I erase and start over again with renewed confidence.
I save each worn down pencil to remind me of how far I have come, how much I have accomplished.
Happiness is finding pencil after pencil after pencil after pencil after…
Dedicated to one BAMF-CDC who has found his pencil after pencil after…
©️ Soulmuze 2018
“Don’t ever be someone’s #slogan because you are #poetry.” Sandra Bullock, 28 Days
I am poetry
Seamless like the ebbs and flows
of the ocean
Designed at birth
An effusion of poetic prose
Taking literary license
Driven by the transference of energy
Guided by nature’s elements
Too much for some
More than enough for that one
When he comes we will create
countless sonnets
Waves of dynamic lyrical schemes
Spinning
Plunging
Surging
Collapsing
Electromagnetic connections
Classic love that will be felt without even being seen
I will be his poetry, he shall be mine
I am not a mere catchphrase to be referenced in passing
But intense quality of unique beauty
A passionate soul that’s everlasting
Loyalty to be reciprocated
Feelings to be nurtured
Desires to be satiated
I am poetry
(c) Soulmuze 2017
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I’m not concerned with living each day as if it was my last.
My world almost ended countless times yet the universe saw fit to allow me to see the beauty of another sunrise, sunset and the light of the moon.
I’d rather look into a child’s eyes believing in a better tomorrow. I’d rather listen the rattling voices of the elderly as they tell their stories of survival and days gone by.
I’d rather not live with reckless abandon but with purpose. I’d rather live on the wings of love than of fear or hate which breeds contempt.
I’d rather believe that the Gods which covers all within my heart and gives me spiritual insight into the darkness has great work that I must fulfill before this earthly journey is complete and my next one begins.
Yes, I live out of the love of my spiritual design.
(c) Soulmuze 2017
#choice #chance #change
There is always the #fear of the unknown. Everything that exists today is a result of someone making a choice to take a chance and oh so much has changed!!!
Every unsuccessful attempt at anything teaches you how to do it better the next time. Life's recipe is not set in stone, tweak here, a tweak there can change something from sour to sweet.
What your heart #desires is waiting for you, be diligent, be passionate, be your own change agent.
(C) Soulmuze 2017
Dedicated to a woman who watched the love of her life transition into the unseen universe. When his walk on earth ended she lost part of herself.
When you find a soulmate you also awaken desires that you never knew existed. Emotions, ideas, dreams are no longer dormant or merely a fantasy, for together you can see them to fruition. Now her soulmate is no more, but that which was awakened in her cannot go back to sleep. She wears the mask to get through the day and weeps at night for she believes there is no relief in sight.
We have all felt the loss of love, but we cannot dwell in that loss too long for we lose valuable time living when we dwell in death.
(c) Soulmuze 2017 Photo Credit: Mr. Christian Castro
Words drip from your lips so syrupy sweet
As the clothes fall, landing at the base of our feet
A world wind of questions flood my mind clearly now is not the time
My body craves your manly touch, why do I desire you so much
As your hands caress my back and the energy flows I am melting from head to toe
As I anticipate the feeling of when you penetrate my heart begins to palpitate
Patience is what I must have as you taunt, tease, dip and dab
You enter my body I deeply inhale as now I have been properly impaled
Slow rhythmic movements complimented by full kisses of your lips accented as your hands grab my hips
Motions as graceful as a ship dancing on the seas as you slowly make love to me.
Love or sex I’m not sure, don’t really care right now I just want more
We ride and turn and ride some more as the sheets have now slid to the floor
Whispering words of passion leads to more labored breathing
as you stare at my full breasts emphasized as my chest is heaving
Words lost in my throat as you dominate every stroke
Beads of sweat form along your spine and run down to the small of your back.
I think to myself “didn’t know your hips could swivel like that!”
The intensity increases as our bodies wait no more.
We have finally arrived and got what we truly came here for
The encounter is done, our needs have been met.
This encounter has been the best one yet
Our next time around, not sure when
Counting the minutes 1, 2, 3…10 , oh, oh, we are at it again.
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