Friday, July 3, 2009

Stilettos

I should have looked better,
deeper...and
with an enhanced vision...of you
getting my prize, that lays between my thighs

Letting you feel my energy,
and have my number...was the start of
my biggest blunder

Tasting your fruit,
and not recognizing the flavor...
was not a reason for me to think...to savor

Minute one, day two, and definitely not month
three was not enough knowledge, or truth
displayed for a Queen like me

I have looked at the best...of what I have that's tangible
like the fine crystal vase, my highest count threads...
but not before I opened my legs

I contemplated long and hard before spending
700.00 dollars for the shoes
known as Jimmy Choo's

I waited a year checking & trying for a better fit
...noting the quality, and waiting for a while
for that one pair with the right style

Asking many questions on-line,
trying to find, even one flaw...before covering
...my feet...

I spent more time & energy for shoes at places
...than I did for a man that would be right for my life
...not knowing he would bring me harm and strife

The next time I will recognize that exotic taste...of his fruit
when for sure... I am in search of a man

with my own plan

I will now see without those blinding rose colored glasses, and not be amused by swagger, curls, and
muscles.

I will hide my prize up on a shelf...and not display
God's given gifts,

and talent...

for a time.

~~ ~~

I will not let the ungodly feel my energy,
or come in my face, to invade my presence ...a real man of character
knows his place.

I'll check with the Master 1st, for that man that thinks he knows...

the plan
...of him, being My~ godly man.


Monday, June 22, 2009

Waiting



How and when did thoughts of us start to form
I thought it was reaching through darkness for a hand,
before time started our journeys
I know now,that's when our minds met.

We were there at His fountain drinking...
and being filled completely.
The familiarity of your music and my laugh
came from whence we would stand,
there in His presence.

Not knowing that again our souls would meet
to smile and dance
while passing on a street
Learning to
trust in Him to carry our hearts.

I think in questions, praying for answers
to join with you again
Is it only for us to be at His fountain
together-that way
only, again.

Why do you come to my dreams
touching me with your poetry, and a gaze
giving a happiness and freedom
that's familiar,
and real.

Pray with me to know,
if it is not in His will-my acceptance to Him
trust...knowing what is greatest for
me, He'll place it
in your eyes.

I'll live with my path and cry a smile,
knowing that what He has planned
is ineffably better than us,
not feeling each others warmth and special touch.

If it is for me to live at your feet
to give you all of your heart's treasures,
and soul's smiles
by being the jewel that you saw as a child
I will one day more than feel.

To know from Him that there
is nothing together,
better than us.





Wednesday, June 10, 2009

 
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Friday, May 8, 2009


Happy Mother's Day!

Love, Petunia, & Ky



One day...

One day
we'll build
a raft
and put a mattress
on it.
We will take our clothes
off
and discard them
in the water.
We will love
each other
under a bright sky
carelessly.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

CHOZON & ZHANE

~~ZHOIE & ZHANE~~

Z. Z. and daddy

Seeing my daddy again
me and my brother
our words couldn't form
what our hearts put into a smile
for my laughter belongs to daddy
if only for a while
he looks at us
we look at each other
and feel God's love
we see in daddy it's ok to trust
daddy we don't know what we feel
we just know your love is real.



Sunday, April 12, 2009

Lyrical Love
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Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Inspired

you
touch me

without your skin

you
touch me again
and again and again

you
say Baby dream...
come on
please
once more

(i look at you)
you
say dream

not for me
but for You
i wanna see
You
happy

You
see something
in me.
 
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Saturday, April 4, 2009

 
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Sunday, February 8, 2009

Needing you

Stepping into the pool of tears
I wake from a dream to stand on my feet
Feeling endlessly
an eternity beneath me
Do I dream while I am awake?
Did you put your foot in the water too?
Making a ripple
Altering my mind and thoughts, and
Flow…
That caused a chillin’ feelin’
of tiny whispers of cymbals
That wouldn’t stop.
Too dark in here this room seems
Relentless, never ending and like an eternity of bliss
Your kiss.
I am enveloped in stillness
My sound is like the hollow ongoing hum
of a drum
Numbing me, yet pulling me
Onto you…
The temperature here must be free
Because I am naked and yet clad
virtuously
By this experience
I hold out my hand to reach for you
The length of my arm extends too far away
From my heart
I feel you through the movement of my hair
No sight of this presence possessed
Surrounding space
Leaving me not...
lonely and in search of
A direction
And now I hold myself and feel
Peace. As I follow the nape of my neck
Running my fingers-tipping for sight
Welcoming my smile
I can step out-not knowing where I
Am
Or where I am going and feel
Safe knowing you are there, and here
To guide me with your love, out of the still
Waters.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Cracked Abyss

Moisten your lips in preparation of what is here…
I called you and you came
leaving a wife
Kids, hope, strength …dreams
As you saw the images coming into view
Everything you believed in
and that believed in you
You just sat them on the shore
Taking that step to the oceans floor…
The abyss.
What was gone now awaits your welcoming kiss
once hidden by the one that left you desolate and vile
Only
now returning and bestowing
you with seven times the supremacy, and domination
over your mere existence
as before
you folded, and the pipe reigns
no resistance like a worn rubber band
You stood up and showed the fallen one your hand
Take me in deep…
Finally, you will peacefully sleep
resting in my desires
Trust in me
let me own your soul
Pay me forever with your life’s toll
Yes you are mine now to destroy
Feel me rise into darkness from lost joy
Love me!
The wanted ruler of your tomorrows
Look into my eyes and not see your Mother’s sorrow
I owe you nothing from my empty promises of pain and suffering
But I rape you of Everything
Because you looked back into my eyes
I char your mind with my images and demise
Unaware of my plan to raze many,
I sought you for my tyranny.
I thank you with the lives ruined by my touch
Through you
…Because you gave up so much.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Happy Birthday Fancey!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

 
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Let's go and meet the lady with the camera kids

 
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Girls having fun!

 
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Take a picture of me in your hat Mommy!

 
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Look at who is hiding...

 
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Taken from my kitchen window!

 
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Saturday, October 18, 2008

You know...

You know...

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Tuesday, September 30, 2008

BROKEN



Broken
I can't fly now…
Like a grounded bird …With a broken wing
Not seeing life as I have known
Soaring high…above the rest,
…holding…carefully in my breast
What once glistened as a precious jewel
To have and… bestow…My love~ for you
~A tenderness…that he could feel
When the wind would rush in
Sending me so high… into the sky
…is gone
…search and search,
Never again…will you find.
~Copyright © 2008 by: Lyrical Love

FIND ME

Find me
I hide from you
find me
standing naked in truth
find me

I wait for you
find me
I want you to.

ANSWERS

I do not know how to say too much…

Of what I feel in essence is you…

If I say ~831 it has a special meaning

… Meant for two,

I do not know how to say what I want for tomorrow

May be my worst, and feared sorrows

I do not know…

how this

…secret in my heart blossoms into lyrics of love,

~And poetry

I pray my treasure…

You

do not become a fallacy

I do know that I can say I love you,

and feel it with every beat of my heart

I do know I want you happy, and whole

…even if what I thought was a mate for my soul

Is no longer how it will start

Lying in the wet Grass…

Being sprinkled with White rain…

Soon might bring to my heart fear and

…Pain

Monday, September 8, 2008

to suffer


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Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Lyrical Love ~FOREWORD

We cross paths with people whose purpose on Earth includes helping you along the way. These Angels pull you out of the way of a moving vehicle, or may be that person lending you their shoulder to cry on. We tend to associate those special people and moments with a signature feeling.

I am blessed to have had a special encounter with poetry. There are few individuals who see this world and their role in it, from unique perspectives. When witnessing an embrace, a soldier clinging to his life, or a baby taking his first breath, most people see isolated incidences. This special lady absorbs these pivotal moments as poetry. When you realize your gift and why God created you, you must share that gift with the world. Well World, here she comes. Through her scribes, she touched my heart with her faith, pain, questions, miracles and desire to walk in God's footsteps.

Forever transformed after reading her prose, I lifted my pen in her honor and named this special lady Ms. Lyrical Love. What better way to tell someone that they have awakened you---and inspired you, than with a poem? Who is Ms. Lyrical Love to you and I?
Read below, get comfortable, and join me in revisiting her soul over and over again.

Monday, July 28, 2008

WHO IS SHE?

♪MS. LYRICAL LOVE ♪Copyright © 2008 by The Lost Rose

So overflowing with passion that it trickled across a page I read one day
The language from your soul ignited sensations
that even I...couldn’t keep at bay

The journeys that you navigate through sometimes get a little rough
Your thirst to be adored and loved also makes your traveled path tough

Society ills and selfish wills come within reach of you…from Satan’s thrills
It’s because day by day you are covered and living with God’s Whip Appeal!

In you…I found someone whose thoughts, dreams and desires stimulate mine
And with each piece of your journalized soul you send chills…up and down my spine

Amongst the loudest of the earth’s noises your collective words become acoustical
Maybe that's why in my nightly dreams of you…your name is actually Lyrical

My knew pioneered inspiration…is you…you are who I will constantly speak of
Because I now have verified one of God’s greatest creation…Ms. Lyrical Love

Your poems are becoming my nightly fantasies…
I yearn for you to make them all come true.
And I know that you are qualified…so this request…could only be granted by you.

Write my mind at a sandy beach on a peaceful Sunday morning…

…Releasing into the sky…a beautiful White Dove
Your words are like a soothing touch in flight…that sends me soaring above
Hurry up and touch me again…Pretty Please!…Ms. Lyrical Love!

Keep sharing your skill and observe the world as it begins to change
For one ounce of your vision…all of my talents I would exchange

Your interpretation of “Fear” permitted me to hear you shrieking
Your gift allowed you to scream loudly Lyrical…without…ever…speaking

One day your poems will save someone, encourage someone and unite every…one.
And soon we will all be standing and chanting -8…3…1-

I have walked around for years trying to find my manuscript soul mate
And I will wait until you put a pen to a pad for the start of our next date

Living, Loving and Laughing seems to be your only goal
So at night I pray, that God’s graceful hand helps you to remain complete and whole

Because He has chosen you…Ms. Lyrical Love…

…To caress and awaken all of our souls.

One last thing Ms. Lyrical Love,
DON’T…EVER…STOP WRITING…
~EVER!



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Sunday, July 27, 2008

New…

This post was published to Lyrical Love831 ... at 11:24:37 AM 8/4/2008


 


 


 

Growth
Upon Me


copyright©2008 by Lyrical Love

    

There is a growth upon me

Restricting my movement, and my...
ascent ion

There is a place; I am going that will change it

All for me.

To ascend…

is a process

by which, one becomes more successful,

more essential,

and more powerful,

if you, Will.

It is a climb…

this results in an upward movement,

a higher height

to see,

and become closer to the pinnacle of HIS words for me…

up…

where the view is different,

the want is changed, to nothing,

the air is lighter,

the distance of vision is greater…

we are free… and unguarded, but…

protected in splendor, and loved…

Righteously,

But this growth…

Some have many…

covered so horribly, they are seen as grotesque,

hideously progressing and …transformed to death so quickly,

It stills the witness…but does not change the spectator…

When you are able to free that growth from your body,

Which may be your hand…and now, you are able to work your way out

-by writing,

or fighting with two hands instead of one…finally getting the job done,

His growth covers his vision…

To see life, the way it was intended…when it is dark, you actually see light.

To remove the growth…that stops!

What you see, hear, or feel…

That is a growth that has to succumb… for you to live

My growth has to lose his life…so I may live

Whatever gives the growth life…

Needs to be cut, burned, or tied,

Restricting its nourishment to flourish

…a weed is attacked at the root…to be eradicated from a garden

Of flowers,

…if not it intertwines, and grows at a rate faster than the planted…choking out life…

Restricting its intent, to be seen… as it is known

…a beautiful rose.

To destroy, exterminate, or take life…

is thought of as unthinkable for some, doable for many, and a must …for a survivor.

Biblically,

it is said,

our flesh has to die daily~,

so that our souls can live forever,

    How is it done, for some…

when there is a growth upon me?


 


 


 


 

Lyrical Love831

I finally can see my way. I can see the light clearly leading me to my destiny. I have to have tunnel vision now, because it is easy to not see what is in front of me. I thank HIM for keeping me close, even when I wanted to stray. I knew he had a task for me that would lead others to the light that is there. We are all born with a gift that makes our task easy. If you are a believer you know that we were born to worship, which for me means that our gift(task) should glorify HIM. The one requirement that aids in our task is to love. Simply, wholeheartedly~LOVE! That is the song that I'll sing through my words.© 2008 Lyrical Love831

Friday, July 25, 2008

Lyrical Love

testing true love...

testing true love means saying good-bye
and knowing that means...the limit is the sky

a test to true love is putting that first love first
...the first known love for everyone is the one who gives

us
LIFE
to live the way HE planned
is grand

test your real love
set it free
be if it must
...gone
it was lust

to experience the lyrics of another silly
love song
to look into the eyes of truth and know
you didn't go wrong

to taste the sweetness of more than a lover's
best kiss
to feel the gentle stroke of finger tips go
up your spine...and close your eyes, feeling divine

to know that love will never grow old
I am told...
you feel it until death
comes
and there...its intensity grows...and you are complete
knowing you have lived...and had real love

I need 2See U differently...

I need to see you…
By Lyrical Love

I need to see you differently
Not as my other half
I am burying that in my past
I need to see you differently
For me to see you I have to trust
That is gone and survival is a must
I need to see you differently
Not as my future, not as my king
That is why I have switched my ring
I need to see you differently
As someone who will soon depart
You are no longer there in my heart
I need to see you differently
For my beginning to arise
I am sorry you are not privy to my prize
I need to see you differently
And I wish you well, and to become new
For my love was right. Just not for you.
© 2008 Lyrical Love831

Where he leads us...Death means LIFE


Where HE leads us...by lyrical love

To find joy in our pain
for there is a crown to gain

To learn to laugh
for it too, could be your last

To find strength when you are your weakest
at this time sacrifice all, for he wants your best

To accept that HE is teaching us death means life
children,friends, my Dad, his wife

To know we would not have gone to the throne
if not suffering,and hurting like we have known

To know this existence is a shadow & we're not meant to stay
understand spiritually we are under way

To experience that ache & agony that goes way down deep
you try & remember how to breath, eat, and sleep

To master many deaths, and not understand there is a prize
we are becoming more familiar with our own demise

To know this trial is not just separation
you can't go to the kingdom without preparation

To acquire integrity, moral strength, & go to the next level
avoid like hell the forces of the devil

To know when we are weak, HE is strong!
HE dwells in us... and that is how I, can go along.

Monday, July 21, 2008

NOT JUST MY FLESH

Not just my flesh

I feel you not just in my flesh, but in my spirit
In my spirit you help HIM heal me
you bring...it
Not just in my flesh
but in my heart...it races, and skips spaces
its teaching me to trust love again
and believe HIM
to live the end...to again begin
Not just my flesh...oh boy
you are bringing me my stolen joy
what is deeper than not just my flesh
my nerves, my blood, my bones
that hold me
mold me
create in me
and make me...moan
when not just my flesh can be touched
but what you do to my mind
when you cannot see my beee...hind~
and when not just my flesh, you can reach
your soul can teach
not just my flesh
but protect, and cover
not as my lover
but as my soldier, warrior of light
travelin' through the dark
til you
can...
do
more for me
than just my flesh.
© 2008 Lyrical Love831

A NEW POET

Finding a new poet
is like finding a new wildflower
out in the woods. You don't see

its name in the flower books, and
nobody you tell believes
in its odd color or the way

its leaves grow in splayed rows
down the whole length of the page. In fact
the very page smells of spilled

red wine and the mustiness of the sea
on a foggy day - the odor of truth
and of lying.

And the words are so familiar,
so strangely new, words
you almost wrote yourself, if only

in your dreams there had been a pencil
or a pen or even a paintbrush,
if only there had been a flower.

Linda Pastan

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

THE FIRST TIME

I think about my first time…
Walking in the rain
As a little girl…I felt no pain
I
Think about my happy firsts as a kid
To combat emotions of what my Daddy did
I
Think about how each time I saw my Mother’s smile
How happy I was…because it had been gone for a while
I
Think about my daughter’s cute dimples
How life for her is plain, and simple
I
Think about who has come to me…and why
Sometimes…when I stare up...at the sky
I
Think about those that have gone before me… first
And hope it was quenched for them...what I thirst
I
Think about long life first…an eternity… now in my ~quest
To give all who feel me…my best
I
Think not to remember who hurt me last
Forgiving, puts that in the past
I
Think I should remember all my first…kisses & hugs, pains & pleasures, tears & fears, joys & sorrows, the love & the hate, the thrills, & the spills…and on & on…
& who, or what brought them to me …
-first.

by Lyrical Love831 Copyright © 2008

Friday, July 11, 2008

i feel U

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Monday, July 7, 2008

My dreams...

My Dreams... by: Lyrical Love


my Dreams...show me where i have been,
and where i am going
my Dreams tell me who keeps me
and protects me & why

sometimes they are like movies
sometimes they show like a poster as large as the wall
that one was a number...831

once it did not make sense
i learned it was to lead me

once it did not show the end
i discovered HG! comforter and friend

another time
i was a nervous wreck
not knowing who would die

another night
i was so startled to be awakened
for a live Dream...a Vision

i can not make them come
i can not make them go
i do not direct my Dreams
i do follow my Dreams

since my Dreams are meant to be followed
since my path is not my own
i can pray...and
i can have an end that is destined 4me.
© 2008 Lyrical Love831












Morning Reflection

7-7-08
Genesis 37:5. And Joseph dreamed a dream, and he told it his brethren: and they hated him yet the more.


Thought for the Day: Your Dream Can Turn Into A Miracle.

Reflection for the Day: Don't Allow The Opposition To Stop You.

The Lord gave Joseph a series of dreams that revealed a great future in store for him. Joseph soon learned that there would be great opposition from others, especially from those who were closest to him. He also knew the dream was from the Lord and could not be stopped. Though the challenges were great, Joseph continued on and all that the Lord showed him came to pass. His dream became a miracle.
God gives his sons and daughters dreams. Though the details may not be known, they provide a glimpse of your tomorrow. As you continue forward, be aware that you will face opposition but do not worry for your dream has the ability to become a miracle. Press forward and refuse to allow the opposition to stop you. If your dream is of God, it must come to pass.


Sunday, July 6, 2008

My day in the sun



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Saturday, July 5, 2008

Think...

Think … by: Lyrical Love

...about me today.
How you thought I was the way.
Think about all the things you said, and how you felt.
That led you to believe that I was the way.
Think about your mind being more clear
and
...the strength you gained from finding the way.
Throwing away that lost rose
and gaining a sweet smell to sniff along the way
Think about how you were able to start to breathe again
because you found the way.
No music played
because no song was heard
lost
without the way.
You opened my lost musical box
and blew off the chains,
and stains
that kept me from finding my way
and found a plethora of tunes
no one but you could, and would, ever hear along the way
You started to sleep
You started to dream
You had a vision of the way.
It was nice to hear those lyrics flow through my heart and reach your soul
as you journeyed the way.
I am happy, and honored to have played for you
my music
while you went along the way.
I thought I would be at the place that I could see
right before you kissed me
I would be covered in
purple rose petals...down by the way.
You would blow life into me
as I peacefully lay
For there
I would be able to sing to only you
all the day.
Lyrics continue
as far as the Love
that makes you
travel light...
when you truly find the way.
© 2008 Lyrical Love831

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Before the door opens

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Helen was blind and could see...

When one door closes, another opens. But often we look so long, so regretfully, upon the closed door that we fail to see the one that has opened for us.~ Helen Keller

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Lyrical

Joy cometh in the morning...for Lyrical Love!

Good Morning!
I am up early this morning after working 16.5hours...yesterday. I didn't get home until 1:00a.m. I didn't want to come into an empty house last night so I mustered the energy to stay at work after 12 hours, for the additional shift.
I now know what it means to say 'joy comes in the morning'.
The dark can afford some an opportunity to have some wild fun that may teeter on the
edge of danger, but not for me. I try to stay on that path-following Jesus...I have taken a wrong turn that has led (PTL) me back to HIM. I love the mornings because I find myself new. When I open my eyes, before I move any part of my body-I thank the Lord for waking me up...again, for giving me new mercies, a chance once again to get it right.
That is a JOYous experience in itself. It can be raining outside, I might see snow 10 feet deep, but I know that it is the start of a new morning, a new day, a second(maybe third, fourth, fifth, sixth,seventh...) chance to get right, again...
for me that is enough no matter what is going on in my life, or around me. I can feel that JOY because I now know who my Father is. So, today as a child of a KING...a 'princess', I see life differently-today. Enjoy this day. See today as an opportunity!
© 2008 Lyrical Love831