that love......

that wakes you early in the morning
makes you smile while sitting on the train, just thinking
that makes your heart pulse with nervous anticipation
or relax gently with some soothing conversation
that makes you check and re-check the phone volume
that brings colour illuminating any dark room
yeah, the kind that can knock you out like Mayweather
yet make the heart float, light as a feather
you know what i'm talking bout sistas
will I?

that makes it 'coppa to share your last scoop of ice-cream
that at one moment makes you laugh, scream, steam, dream
the kind that makes you wonder how you've been living without
that you think on non-stop and brag to your girlfriends about
the kind that for no reason makes you wanna sing
songs of happiness and euphoria from the soul within
and gives you that skin that shines on the outside
with the power to break open the shell enclosing your pride
ye, the kind deserving of your mother
will I?

that makes you move and groove without any music
that made you write and re-write this script, call it 'writing music'
man, the kind that is sung on by my soul sistas from Philly
and the brothas that drop it like the 'ahjustwantyoutoluvme'
that made you from the inside wanna be a better spirit
that made you not only believe but live it!
that doesn't mind the face looking back in the reflection
that's found a being with just as many imperfections
acceptance of who i am an ultimately will be
my beautiful, kind hearted brother dressed in mahogany
have we?

musings music (part I)

mr. love walked through the door in some baggy khakis
you know, the ones hanging past your knees
and i caught wind of his air.
in that moment time was suspended, light bended
the sun eclipsed the moon, boom!!! fireworks
right then, the connection was sealed
mr. love had me on my knees

he sauntered over to the bar
"what will it be guy?"
"the usual" was his reply
i started making my mental cues
hmmmm, he likes the vodka neat, no ice cubes
my eyes peeled to the back of his head, listening
i was getting drunker every minute merely by the sight of him

"i could use a home cooked meal" he said
instantly my mind envisioned the perfect spread
of him and I breaking bread over dinner
that is, after i worked up the courage to get his number

i guess he could feel the heat coming in from behind
as he looked back and my eyes caught his catching mine
his lips parted, "hi" he said softly
alls i could muster up was a"who me?"
haha, he smiled in this confidant guile
a grown woman reduced to a stuttering child
with all the courage i had i finally replied
"i've been watching your stance from across the distance and i must admit i'm entranced. so come on over, have a drink and some convos, at the end of the night i'll have you (aroused, i thought to myself) hmmm, i'll have you wrapped around my fingers and toes"

phew! he laughed out loud at my corny joke
walked over to my side and we talked and talked till the sun drew high,
I, was falling.

on my wedding day

i want sweaty palms
and underarms
i wanna miss breakfast
'scuze me, but i might be kinda nervous
anxiously waiting to walk down the aisles of forever.

i want my beautiful mother there by my side
beaming with pride,
at a daughter she never thought would
learn to grow up
and i want my father
with tears in his eyes over a little girl
he finally has to let go.

i want my girlfriends to fuss around me
massage my feet if need be
that is, if they can catch me
man, i'll probably
be hustling and bustling around
on my wedding day.

i want a congregation filled with my family
and extended family
friends and neighbours, brothers and sisters
people on whom i have depended once and a while
who have helped shape this ingenue into this
ever blushing bride

and i really want
when i walk down that aisle
all eyes on me
while my eyes are only on -
the father of my future child
future husband to this ever blushing bride
my best friend, lover, parallel soul
as we prepare for forever, together
one day at a time.




(oh my wedding day will just be do super!!!!! will you be there?)

these words....

these words, these words
that can break a strong back
make a neck sore from whip lash
in one moment make you feel so good
in another pierce through the heart
like an arrow from Robin Hood.

these words, these words
as sweet as mama’s warm apple pie
make you wanna cry, sigh, glorify
the soft lips which they are spoken through
these thought-provoking, mind altering
low smooth jazz words
spoken by you.

(stolen moments) playing with fire

Can we
be alone?
I’ve been
Wondering
cause every time you brush
my sleeve I get this rush
I shouldn’t get. We know the deal
she’d kill
you if she knew
You
were still calling me.
You say I’m
the kryptonite to your superman
But I already gotta man
and she’s
been holding you down for so long
But I still answer the phone when it rings
No excuses, I have caller I.D.
Hmmmm, maybe
we are playing with fire.
I have no desire
For you
and
We’d both regret it
The morning after
So go
with this goodnight kiss, we
Need to stop meeting
like this.

the mother in me (anticipating you)

I want to be a mother
I want to nurture and shape a beautiful life
I want to stay up all night calming your spirit
And I want bags under my eyes from not sleeping.

I want to be a good mother
I want to squeeze the milk from my breast
Milk that flows through your bones, from your head to your toes
That helps you to grow into a God-fearing being.

Oh, I can’t wait to be a mother
Sharing in the joys and the pains of this existence
I want to be your best friend, your sista soul, the shoulder you lean on
The one in whom you are always confiding.

I want to teach you RESPECT, like my mother taught me
Of elders, of great and small, of any colour
I want you to learn the lesson in every fall
I want you to be rich in life’s blessings and learn to live through Him.

I want to be the kind of mother mine was to me
And I really want you to fall deeply in love
Weak at the knees, hearts fluttering butterflies from the beginning of something
I ultimately, want to be the grandmother in your family.

I want you to look back on life
Feel contentment at what you have become
I want you to be proud of where you came from
And remember me fondly, for planting the seeds of longevity.

I want so many things and more
For a being I’ve never seen, touched or heard
God grant me the patience to wait for your miracle
And that when it comes, I am the mother I should to be.