Wild Child

Wild Child

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Slow Sippin'

 

     So I followed some paths and came across the work of this poet, named Chris Styles.  He writes urban poetry. Brooklyn Boy...with much flare and big heart for writing. As with most writers, something dramatic or traumatic happens...an event that magnifies and amplifies feelings, that compels a poet/author to write. Love...seems to touch us all, there's no escaping it. I really enjoyed reading his poetry. It's refreshing, honest, raw, real, touching, funny, sad and sexy. He is indeed, quite witty!
     Some of us look our entire lives for THE RIGHT ONE, and never find it. Some of us find the right one and lose them, but what's interesting are the "stories" entwined in the ever-growing vine of love. Each different and unique. Question here is...why do we make such great friends and lose that when we become lovers? Why does a friendship evolve into a relationship? He eloquently breaks down the stages of a relationship into: Nice to meet you (intro to a new love interest and being ready emotionally), love raw and uncut, (falling in love-our senses giving way to emotions as opposed to common sense) pain (love's alter ego, a difficult feeling to deal with on any level), and erotic me (mental sex-speaking to the soul and how the body follows).
     You will definitely be able to connect to his feelings and his situations, which in fact, are ours as well. His poetry makes me reflect on my own life and the love within it. As to relationships, I believe that a love relationship, true love...is always based in friendship. The key is to balance that, where both the friend and the lover can exist because than you're getting the best of both worlds. The best of him and the best of her. Every so often, I go back and read a poem again. What I find, is that I learn something new each time. Gaining more insight and understanding of the meaning of the poem. Even, insight into the male mind. I recommend this book, I especially recommend reading it while your relaxing and doing some slow sippin'.
For the love of words...
; ) Liz

In Deep...

In deep huh? Yeah...I can tell. You don't have to say a thing, but I can tell. What? I'm just looking at you like normal. Listen...Don't put this all on me. I've learned I can only control so many things, mostly me. Everything else and body, not so much. As much as I think I have influence, it only goes so far. And...I am a talker, for the most part. LOL...just thinking about a few occasions where I've been Ms. Shy. Do I share too much too fast? It just rolls right off my tongue...everything and anything. If you're within ear shot...good luck to you. I bet you all think I'm non-stop constantly, but I'm not. Sometimes, I won't say a thing unless I have something pertinent, imperative or intelligent to say. Otherwise...I won't talk for the sake of talking. Note to you: she speaks only with purpose. Nah...I can bullshit too, I'm just saying. And certainly...I can flirt until we're both in deep. Dangerously deep...so, you don't have to say a thing. I can tell. 
Yeah...I can tell... 
The look on your face...
Is the same look on my face...
-Liz

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Wrecked...

This was a bad evening for me...completely wrecked. This image was in between the tears, but before I broke down completely. I had no one to lean on. Again, reminding me how in dire times, you have only yourself to get you through. Internally...I was having such turmoil. I had such a need to relinquish my strength, if even for a little while. To be embraced long and hard. To be told it was okay, that I was having a moment. To be weak and fragile, which I can be at times. For someone, for anyone to say...you got me Liz, I'm here for you. I mean...I couldn't even talk. My body just fell apart...as if, it needed to release. Possibly tension, feelings, some stress and lots of energy...emotional energy. It had to go somewhere. It had to be cleansed from my system. Now, I'm just numb and just disappointed, in people no less. Will I ever feel that wholehearted wholesome trust in another? Will they ever respond as they promise to do? Will they ever respond without being asked? Will they just be? As they should? I hope...that by the time I have another intense moment like that in my life. I will have someone special actually pull through,  carry the weight from my shoulders and give me a moment of reprieve so that I may continue forward with vigor and vitality. Pushing this ship past the wreckage and into the beautiful blue sea of life.

Friday, June 3, 2011

Silly Men...

Boys, boys, boys!!! Or shall I say men, men, men!!! What's the difference? I know, I've heard...the difference between men and boys is the price of their toys!!! So I ask...what's the difference? Besides that...there is none. LOL...Are some of you getting fired up? That's why I'm grinning. You see...I've learned that you guys never really grow up. Affording more expensive toys is just affording more expensive toys. Don't get your panties all in a bunch. I respect the men who carry well, the weight placed on their shoulders in this life. Possibly something some women will never have to do or will understand, depending on their circumstance. Some women, already do it on their own! Kudos to you! I respect even more, the men who in this day and age can truly share that weight with their significant other...yet, maintain their manhood in tact. It takes a whole lot of man...to treat his woman as equal. Acknowledge her strength as well as her beauty. Wait...I'm not done yet! I respect even more, the men who are capable of communicating well in their relationships. Some of you are great listeners, but to equally share in the dialogue in the most difficult emotional situations can be a huge mountain to climb with us. She may have just as much testosterone...meaning, we don't look remotely masculine but we can have cojones like a man!!! For those of you who have one like that...I'm so sorry, you have to work a bit harder than the rest. And...for the men who do all of this and...maintain their boyish fun loving wild energetic rambunctious overzealous overactive selves!!! I love you!!! Mmmm...creme of the crop!!! I want to be the cherry for that man!!!  
Silly men...I am your mamacita
Silly boys...I am your mami
Life would be so boring without you...
-Liz ; )

Thursday, June 2, 2011

With One Eye...

Hey, where did you come from? Damn...you slipped right passed me! I didn't even see you. Shhh, it's a secret. Don't reveal my position. What am I doing? Well, I was just minding my business and...Don't look at me like that! Really!!! I didn't plan this. I walked into this love fest. I was just... compelled. It made me curious. You know, to understand why people are driven to do this. Oh my goodness...I think I'm blushing! I can't look!!! Okay, well maybe  I'll peep with one eye. What did you call me? A deviant? NOooo..I'm not! You're still here with me! What does that make you than? Innocent bystander? Yeah, whatever! Shhh...They'll hear you, lower your voice. Wait! Just stay with me a bit longer, please! Hmmm...people get aroused by this, stealthly watching nudity and sex? Oh...did you see what they just did? That took some skill! What? I'm a voyeur? Didn't I already explain myself to you? You don't believe me? Your leaving? Fine! I'm coming too. Help me up. Hey!!! Did you just grab my ass? Why would you do that? You're aroused? Unbelievable!!! And...I'm the pervert? Follow me, we'll sneak out this way, so they don't see us. No checking my ass out either!
I'm watching you...
With one eye...
-Liz ; )

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

All Good Babe...

It's all good. Everything...and anything. I don't stress like I use to. Well, I do get frustrated but not on a level like before. Of course, that may change at anytime but I'm trying to control that with a different mindset.  But...it's all good babe. For Real!!! You put a smile on my face. You make me feel relaxed. You put me at ease when my thermostat starts to rise. You break it down to a tangible feasible level. Anything and everything can be tackled and accomplished. I love it!!! Just remind me again...what did you say? You thought I was Superwoman??? Hahaha...good stuff. I feel like that most of the time...and then, I feel like I have some krypton in my back pocket, weighing my booty down. You just reach back there and yank it out and toss it into the heavens. Yeah, I know you're copping a feel too. It's all good, since you're tossing the rock. Speaking of rocks...Did I tell you? You rock today? No?...You rock!!!
One more time, just for you...
You rock!!!
All good babe ; )
-Liz