Do it just because…

#Soulmuze #Soulspiration #UnselfishActs #ExpectNothing #ItsAChoice

❤️ I had to remind myself of this yesterday and this pops up today. I believe we are sent messages and too often we ignore them but not I.

When you willing give so much of yourself and dedicate yourself to someone you naturally expect the same from them in return. However, that’s not always the case.

Your actions are just that, yours, it’s a choice. You made the choice, you own said choice and you accept the risk-reward that accompanies it.

If we put it in a business context we can easily understand and accept. You take the risk, invest $10k in stock the market, it does well and your investment doubles, you enjoy the reward. You continue to take the risk and let it all ride, the next day the market tanks you not only lost your profit but your initial investment, you have nothing. Who do you blame? The stock market is volatile you knew that going in… well?

Life is volatile. People are volatile. Mother Nature is volatile. No matter how much you try to filter out the weeds they still find their way through. You prepare, you plan, you purposely pursue yet and still you seem to be standing in the same oddly shaped unidentified geometric spot. Stuck in the middle of what appears to be your private unique lonely universe. You’re yelling out imprecations but no one can hear you. Or maybe they do but don’t care because they got what they wanted from you already.

Before you gave of yourself did you question ‘what do I get out of this, what’s my return on this investment?’ Did you think about the risk-reward?

We are so busy rushing through this life creating our own expectations of others, blaming others for not meeting our expectations which we never communicated in the first place. We expect everyone to just know, be mind readers, common sense, telepathy… WE ARE ALL UNIQUE so is there really such thing as common sense? What do we really fucking know anyway? Everyone writes their script as they go. We can’t even erase shit properly, we can still see the outlines of the past, and end up tracing it over just changing character names… same Script Different Cast.

Yet and still this is life… Highs, lows, joy and pain, sunshine and rain. You make the choice, to take the chance, don’t expect the same in return from the person(s) for whom you are engaging.

Whatever you do, do it without expectations. Do it because you choose to. Do it for the joy of helping someone. Do it just because…

©Soulmuze 2017

Don’t just open, read


"I'm the book people always opened but never read."

Maybe the table of contents is overwhelming or the preface is beyond their comprehension. However, one should not be afraid to venture beyond the surface – if they are granted access may I add. Access is granted if genuine interest is shown; not for gossip, not for mockery, not for destruction but for insight with the intent to bond.

As we go through the chapters we may discover similarities or talents or that we are just hot grease and Pepsi but can amicably yet silently create boundaries for our relationship.

One will never learn if one never goes beyond opening the book.

Photo Credit: Google Images
(c) Soulmuze 2017

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Photo credit: Google images   #Soulmuze #Soulspiration. 

Folks say I gotchu but ya know they blowin’ smoke 

Their words are nuffin’ but farts in the wind, must think u a joke

Leave dem whey dey at 

Keep makin’ ya moves, let em think ya a fool 

As da universe link ya wid a new support crew

2:22 Only one copy was pressed on Vinyl… but it fell and broke… 😂

Don’t be disappointed when you are not supported by those you expected to support you or you have always supported. 

It’s just life’s way of switching you to another path on your tree of life; preparing to change your circle… sometimes #people are #tapped out when it comes to you, vice-versa. 

#Embrace it, #welcome it, be #glad in it!

“To #live requires #growth, to  grow requires change. Once growth stops #death is present.” (Soulmuze)

(c) Soulmuze 2017

My Love, My Heart

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

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Leaving my bed

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As I rise and leave my bed
Random thoughts of you run through my head
The words you drop so lyrically sweet
And when we touch my heart skips a beat
So nice to feel like a girl in love
But the woman in me knows there are no white doves
Like in Disney movies swirling around me
Singing songs and twirling happily
It’s all just random emotions that I feel crawling out of bed
A fantasy at best, nothing left to be said

© Soulmuze 2014

The encounter…

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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.

 

© 2014 Soulmuze

If I take your words

If I take your words in pieces

I create the story I want to tell

That of rainbows, sunshine and happy times

That of you being all mine

 

But a fool I shall not be

No piece meal of words to match the piece meal of ‘love’

The tokens you chose to throw to get where you want to go

 

I hear the full story, line by line

I see those things you think you can hide

Like my heart is not cold my eyes are not blind

I know we do not share the ties that bind

 

Your colorful lyrics and momentary gestures do not mean a lifetime together

They are just meant to get me to do whatever

 

This game we can no longer play for with you I will not stay

For while you gave me pieces I found my whole

One who loves me truly from the core of his soul

 

“When that defining moment comes it will be unlike any other. It will validate all the no’s for now you have the ultimate YES!”

© Soulmuze 2013

Ultimate Thresholds, do they truly exist?

Have you considered your dead end threshold, the ultimate violation (in your eyes) which once that line is crossed there is no turning back.

I, like the rest of the world, had/has/will continue to have my fair of shit thrown at me.  When I think about the wrong done to me which triggered my retaliation I start thinking, is this the justification for evolution… Don’t monkeys throw shit at each other ?… Hmmmm

Don’t get mad, get even… But what happened to do unto others as you would have them to do unto you? … Unless you get off on negative behaviors you may not want to live your life in a spiral of warring with mankind.

The handbook for life is the most unique book ever created and only one is written per person. We each author our own book, creating our own  rules and exceptions on a case by case basis. We determine that final ultimate violation rule that no matter who you are once crossed it’s a done deal. You may as well sell your soul to the devil because that relationship is over…

 Or is it? I think we all have some type of morals, at minimum an ounce, so why do we often ignore that final line? Is it the forgive -forget factor or nobody’s perfect; it will get better if I just do this one thing; acknowledgement of karma; lack of confidence that a better relationship awaits us; are we so caught up in what other people think our actions become determined by society’s view; or do we simply enjoy the pain and humiliation?

Let me clarify, when I say relationship I’m speaking of any type of relationship, this isn’t solely about the intimacy spectrum, it’s every and any relationship. 

Every moment we face this dilemma of managing thresholds and sticking to our personalized life handbook.  No matter how hard we try avoid it, we keep rewriting our thresholds and expanding the exception list. To get what we want we add work-arounds to our personalized handbook,  aligning with someone else’s, over time slowly corrupting the lines. darkening or lightening those areas that once defined your uniqueness and tolerance levels.

We all know that one person who will say “I will never!”, better yet you are that one person who said and will continue to say “Hell no! If that was me… I would never..” (Think about what I just said)…

Replay parts of your life how many times have you or that one friend eaten those words? Not only do we throw the shit we eat it too! Does it make us bad, stupid, immoral, desperate…? No that’s what makes us human. We will judge others for their decisions and justify those same decisions when applied to self.

So do we really have that drop dead ultimate threshold line? One of the most popular tattoos to date is “only God can judge me” oh really now… So why do we ALL have something to say about someone? Our whole entertainment system is designed to fuel opinions, our court system has a judge and jury, the media has their opinion, our parents are our judge until we can stand independently, etc. So do you truly believe only God can judge you?… God gave man the will to make our own decisions which lead to judgment of man by man.

Until the end-of-days arrive we will judge each other be it right or wrong.

We will adjust that threshold even though we know better because we need to either satisfy ourselves or please the masses.

Ultimate thresholds, do they truly exist?

© Soulmuze 2013

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

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