"This is not the life I chose but it’s the life that chose me … they can’t talk crazy cause they don’t know me … Cause if you know me, I’m out here dreaming … Living life is all I know, I found my lane and now I’ll change for nothing. There’s only one way to go …"
~Wiz Killa, One Way~
There is Life and Death in the Power of the tongue ….
....something to that effect. I've always known that there is power behind every word we utter whether jokingly or straight faced, serious as a judge. Calling a child fat, stupid, ugly or lazy; stays with them for life. Or hearing you’re broken, incapable, useless, stays in your psyche and just messes you up emotionally and mentally. Hearing these words over and over you start to believe them and they keep you from doing any better.
I know because for a long time I was there.
I've learned to be very careful with what I say out of anger, spite or emotions because words are so powerful and it will impact people and/or situations.
What you say matters so much, whether it's to yourself or to someone else. It would be nice if we all took a moment to choose our words wisely.
Lets lift each other up in Positive Vibrations.
#nowPlaying: John Legend, She don't have to know
I suspect that I might have had an outer body experience and shouldn’t be held responsible for any actions I was obviously possessed by a lunatic.
Diamonds
Whenever I see a big fat diamond sitting on someone’s engagement ring (like I just did), why do I think ..."Dude must really love that girl?"
That's dumb. It doesn't mean that. It just meant dude spent a lot of money.
But of course as I looked her over while she stood there with her cute manicure ordering a fat, greasy steak sandwich. I started to think she got her man so I guess she doesn't have to worry about what she is eating anymore.
Good for you chickaboo.
That's dumb. It doesn't mean that. It just meant dude spent a lot of money.
But of course as I looked her over while she stood there with her cute manicure ordering a fat, greasy steak sandwich. I started to think she got her man so I guess she doesn't have to worry about what she is eating anymore.
Good for you chickaboo.
I wish ...
… I was as bold and brave as I used to be, when we first met.
… That I wouldn't have let him stump so hard on my heroic shell, shattering it all into pieces.
… he would just tell me that he isn’t in love with me, the way he used to be or perhaps not even at all.
… he could accept the fact that I’m just not like everyone else. I can’t/won’t just do because … because he says so.
… that I could put aside the fact that yes I have a good man but seemingly just not good enough … at least not for me.
… I could rewind time and not have any children so that I would never have to communicate with him ever again.
… that he would simply leave me.
… that he could simply agree that this … just is not working … and walk away gracefully.
****They say watch what you ask for, Cause you just might receive ... But if you ask me tomorrow ... I will say the same thing****
#teamsecondchances
You can avoid reality, but you cannot avoid the consequences of avoiding reality. ~Ayn Rand~
We all make mistakes but learning from them is the best thing we can do!!!! Mistakes and Life Lessons are meant to make us better and push us toward who God wants us to be!!!!!
Happy Birthday ME ....
Everyday He wakes me, He gives me another chance to get it right. 525,600 minutes ... That's how many chances God gives me every year .... for that I am truly thankFull and grateFull.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee,
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife,
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man
In truth that she learned or in times that he cried
In the bridges she burned or the way that he died
It's time now to sing out though the story never ends
Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends
How about love
How about love
How about love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
....and then there was me.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee,
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife,
In five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty-five thousand journeys to plan
Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure the life of a woman or a man
In truth that she learned or in times that he cried
In the bridges she burned or the way that he died
It's time now to sing out though the story never ends
Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends
How about love
How about love
How about love
Measure in love
Seasons of love
Seasons of love
....and then there was me.
Teach Me How To Love
According to 1 Corinthians 13:1-8 and 13:
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
To me, this is the definition of a perfect love. I am not perfect so I do not seek perfection I just strive to be better.
"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
To me, this is the definition of a perfect love. I am not perfect so I do not seek perfection I just strive to be better.
I love you, old friend.
I haven’t talked to you in a while.
Even in the midst of family emergencies, sickness and other unimaginable worries
I manage to miss you.
When I should be enveloped in these serious matters, your face creeps into my thoughts.
a twisting in my stomach, a sharp tickle that stabs.
a nag on my heart strings/harping on heart things…
The blink after a tear drops is full of “where are you?”
And
"why don’t you care about me?"
In your loneliness you’ve started infecting others with your same sadness.
A call could heal us all.
aw
he doesn't know it
... Whenever he calls me "sweety" I melt a little inside
... A tiny little "I'm sorry. It was my fault. Please forgive me" would squash everything between us
... I will never, ever be his, bear his children, or marry him. No matter what
... In the short time we were together I kinda fell for him *hard*
... I'd give him "carte blanc" in the bedroom, no commitment necessary
... He was my first true love
... I only use him for an ego boost
... While I play the friend role, I'm secretly waiting out his relationship
... If I didn't have him in my life I couldn't go on
... A tiny little "I'm sorry. It was my fault. Please forgive me" would squash everything between us
... I will never, ever be his, bear his children, or marry him. No matter what
... In the short time we were together I kinda fell for him *hard*
... I'd give him "carte blanc" in the bedroom, no commitment necessary
... He was my first true love
... I only use him for an ego boost
... While I play the friend role, I'm secretly waiting out his relationship
... If I didn't have him in my life I couldn't go on
Yesterday I Cried
Current mood: reflective
I came home, went straight to my room,
sat on the edge of my bed,
kicked off my shoes,
unhooked my bra,
and I had myself a good cry.I'm telling you,
I cried until my nose was running all over
the silk blouse I got on sale.
I cried until my ears were hot.
I cried until my head was hurting so bad
that I could hardly see the pile of
soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.I want you to understand,
I had myself a really good cry yesterday.Yesterday, I cried,
for all the days that I was too busy,
or too tired,
or too mad to cry.I cried for all the days, and all the ways,
and all the times I had dishonored,
disrespected, and
disconnected my Self from myself,
only to have it reflected back to me
in the ways others did to me
the same things I had already done to myself.I cried for all the things I had given,
only to have them stolen;
for all the things I had asked for that
had yet to show up;
for all the things I had accomplished,
only to give them away,
to people in circumstances,
which left me feeling empty,
and battered and plain old used.I cried because there really does
come a time when the only thing left
for you to do is cry.Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because little boys get
left by their daddies;
and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;
and daddies don't know what to do, so they leave;
and mommies get left, so they get mad.I cried because I had a little boy,
and because I was a little girl,
and because I was a mommy
who didn't know what to do,
and because I wanted my daddy to be there
for me so badly until I ached.Yesterday, I cried.
I cried because I hurt.
I cried because I was hurt.
I cried because hurt has no place to go
except deeper into the pain that
caused it in the first place,
and when it gets there,
the hurt wakes you up.I cried because it was too late.
I cried because it was time.I cried because my soul knew that I didn't know
that my soul knew everything I needed to know.I cried a soulful cry yesterday,
and it felt so good.It felt so very, very bad.In the midst of my crying,
I felt my freedom coming,
Because Yesterday,
I cried with an agenda.
Iyanla Vanzant
*****************************
This poem is an old favorite. Iyanla Vanzant also wrote a book by the same title. I've read this poem many times and each time I get something new from it, just like I did today when I read this poem for the ninth hundred thousandth time.
no accounting for taste ....
Current Mood: unAppreciated
When I cooked for you, you said I was way too sweet
When I suggested a book to you, you said I was way too deep
When I let you win a game, you said I played too weak
When I took you to a movie, you went straight to sleep..
When I greeted you with flowers, you said I was lame
When I walked you to your place, you said I was tame
When I treated you polite, you said, "Well, Drew's real nice.."
When I wrote you a letter, you said, "Who still writes?.."
When I prayed with you, you said I was too spiritual
When I called you everyday, you said I was too predictable
When I gave you what you wanted, you called me a sucker
When I told you that I loved you, you told me I was "like your
brother"..
When I made you a gift instead of buying one, you said I was cheap
When I straightened your room while you were gone, you called me a
neat freak
When I didn't wild out when I saw you talking to another dude,
you said I was too laidback for you
And when I didn't try to have sex the first time you came over,
you thought I must not be physically attracted to you..
When I shed tears in front of you, you called me a boo-hoo
When I didn't curse around you, you called me a goody-two-shoes
And when I said I thought the world of you, you said,
"I just don't think of you like that..
..oh, there's my other line; let me call you right back.."
So I suppose the ideal brother for you is:
An adventurously rude
Contemptuously crude
Politely mean
Excitably obscene
Sexually uncontrollable
Hardly holdable
Abruptly abusive
FUCKING LOSER
Who's too hardcore to cook
To dumb to read a book
Too "masculine" to cry
Too headstrong to apologize
Too busy "keeping it real" to be honest
Too unreliable to keep a promise
And too much of a villain
To give a fuck about your feelings..
I guess
There's just
No accounting
FOR TASTE..
© 2002, Drew Anderson, all rights reserved.
When I cooked for you, you said I was way too sweet
When I suggested a book to you, you said I was way too deep
When I let you win a game, you said I played too weak
When I took you to a movie, you went straight to sleep..
When I greeted you with flowers, you said I was lame
When I walked you to your place, you said I was tame
When I treated you polite, you said, "Well, Drew's real nice.."
When I wrote you a letter, you said, "Who still writes?.."
When I prayed with you, you said I was too spiritual
When I called you everyday, you said I was too predictable
When I gave you what you wanted, you called me a sucker
When I told you that I loved you, you told me I was "like your
brother"..
When I made you a gift instead of buying one, you said I was cheap
When I straightened your room while you were gone, you called me a
neat freak
When I didn't wild out when I saw you talking to another dude,
you said I was too laidback for you
And when I didn't try to have sex the first time you came over,
you thought I must not be physically attracted to you..
When I shed tears in front of you, you called me a boo-hoo
When I didn't curse around you, you called me a goody-two-shoes
And when I said I thought the world of you, you said,
"I just don't think of you like that..
..oh, there's my other line; let me call you right back.."
So I suppose the ideal brother for you is:
An adventurously rude
Contemptuously crude
Politely mean
Excitably obscene
Sexually uncontrollable
Hardly holdable
Abruptly abusive
FUCKING LOSER
Who's too hardcore to cook
To dumb to read a book
Too "masculine" to cry
Too headstrong to apologize
Too busy "keeping it real" to be honest
Too unreliable to keep a promise
And too much of a villain
To give a fuck about your feelings..
I guess
There's just
No accounting
FOR TASTE..
© 2002, Drew Anderson, all rights reserved.
One That Got Away
Everybody has that one person that for whatever reason a relationship never really jump started and you are left wondering what if. ***sigh***
I miss my one that got away (I wonder if he thinks of me every now and then)
I wonder if it's possible that I might be someone’s “one that got away”
I miss my one that got away (I wonder if he thinks of me every now and then)
I wonder if it's possible that I might be someone’s “one that got away”
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