Tell It to Your Man

Wake up in the morning and tell your man, any man
the things he needs to hear not what your emotions tell you to say,
he can get that from you any day.

Wake up in the morning and tell your man, any man
that he's a great man,
your honored to know him
to have him as your man
your friend
your brother
your father
your husband
tell him nobody does it the way he does it
whatever it is that he does so well.

Wake up in the morning and tell your man, any man
how he makes the sun shine brighter
just by his presence on any scene
tell him humility is commendable
that his little bit added to the universe
makes monumental changes, believe that!

Wake up in the morning and tell your man, any man
own his heritage
for his strength is in it.

Wake up in the morning and tell your man, any man
how gorgeous he is because his Spirit is and it shines
through, it radiates if you will, no matter what his flesh says.

Maybe I Should Scream

Maybe I Should Scream

Some men just don't get me
friendship is a stepping stone to
bigger, better relationships if two agree
today I'm just interested in getting acquainted
you don't have to tell me no lies, fabricated melodies
or even imaginary fish stories
today you don't even need an alibi
we're just conversing, conversating
whichever word helps you get my meaning
we don't have to hold hands, or pray together
nothing red flagish, squeamish or I gotta go lingo

Some men just don't get me
I like your presence, something about you
is inviting, extremely engaging
I want to sit and listen to what you have to say
the accent of your voice telling me where you're from
where you're going, can I come
I like your energy, you bounce a wrestler kind of move
your words sound like justice ringing in my ear
your smile is genuine I can see it in your eyes
can't we lingering here just a little while longer
until our bond strengthens and we become
friends for life.

Some men just don't get me
it's true I'm waiting for him
but he knows who he is and when he
shows up I'll know him too
but today it's just me getting to know you
friendship is a stepping stone
and we all gotta walk that path
that leads to commitment when we agree
but today it's just me getting to know you
no alibis needed, no red flagish kind of scene
only melodies of voices, synchronized choices

Some men just don't get me.

She's Waiting

While she waits she considers how long shall she stay in place with baited breath, breathing only on cue or so it seems, expectations mighty high like smoke bellowing from the refinery's pipes dark and sometimes white but nonetheless stifling, choking, and suffocating life.

While she waits the advertisement says it, over and over again wait your turn like long lines at amusement parks, but there's nothing amusing going on in her world she struggles to remain still and grounded while the merry go round spins out of control or so the illusion seems.

While she waits she can't seem to get any service, love is on constant delay, detoured and deviated. The timing is all off, tables are set, chairs are empty and yet the aroma coming from the kitchen speaks volumes that the cuisine is definitely ready to be presented, she salivates.

While she waits, stationary is something that she uses to communicate, spilling her emotions onto paper with red ink as her soul bleeds in readiness of expectation like a train racing down the track, she's pacing.

While she waits pausing for the cause time still can't catch up and love is effortlessly passing her by, the eyes do look forward expectantly and her mind thinks is that him approaching.

While she waits she's available, ready and poised to consider the idea that she just might have to put this love to bed because the waiting has her in a state, should she remain temporarily neglected and unrealized or just unravel.

One Good Man

It's not hard to write about a good man, it's just hard to write about the good man I want.
The man I want must not be the man I need.
We be like two opposite ends of the magnet, two opposing teams of tug of war, like oil and water, we just don't mix, we don't blend, we seem to pass like ships in the night, like black rubber soles that still slip on grease, neither loves gets a grip.

It's not hard to write about a good man, it's just hard to write about the good man I want.
I promise he was standing right in front of me, must've been my eyes playing dirty tricks on me.
I know I heard him say he wanted to see me, but I was standing right there in front of him too. I must be transparent, but I know I saw my reflection.

It's not hard to write about a good man, it's just hard to write about the good man I want.
Maybe just maybe I should change my strategy and write about the good man every woman wants.
The good man every woman wants, wants a good woman that every man wants. I'm getting a new shirt!

Cloudy

Today the sun isn't shining and it seems that happiness has lost it's way. She's looked high, he's looking low, it's hard to find your when you don't know which way to go. Maps haven't been designed yet according to the mind that helps them find their way to love, they're destined to be lost not found.

Today the sun isn't shining but the day their love was lost it was a bright, hot and windy atmosphere. The beams of light flowed from above and they got distracted, blinded and misquided for they took their eyes off the prize, the heaven enveloped, that stood before their eyes, the good.

Today the sun isn't shining and reign is in the forecast, heartache is going to live long and fall with every drop, every thought and unspoken word. She's looking high  and he looked low, neither one of them carried an umbrella to give the heart shade of protection. Love is tired, wet, and burning from the elements, the bad.

Today the sun isn't shining and she's getting bitchier by the step. His pace, his gait and his stance they're all off,  he's angrier by the pound of the pavement. Lost not found. The truth is love is sitting on the bench waiting. They can't hear, they can't see and they go 'round and 'round, the ugly.

It's All I Want

Getting through to him is like
sinking in quicksand
there's nothing to it
my words disappear as fast as I
can think them
as fast as I can say them
as fast as I can text them
it's like he reads them but he's
dyslexic
but that ain't it at all
I have no clue
does he,
who knows

All I want is for him to get me
it's like wet cement
you know you can make an impression
just as soon as it dries
but the drying time
is so unstable
even if it's predictable
I write the words with my fingers
with my hearts blood
that's running thin like ink
I'm not confused about it
but I swear I can't think
I know I'm wasting away
just my time
'cause I'm strong
framework is steal
like someone keeps moving
my boundary lines
I put up with him
and his shenanigans
just until I've had enough
or better yet 'til the
sun rises on my presence
and recognition shows up
in it's purest form

All I want is to hear
melodies that sound like
threads of fine cotton
sewing me to him
with the humming of the
machine that holds
the fabric of life together
with a seam of certainty,
sheets of love like
arms that embrace while the words
flow like endless rivers of vernacular
smooth as silk and strong as steel.

The Fondness of You

I've grown attached to you in the shortest time

nothing insane, simple sweetness for you like candy

softly want to squeeze you with the tenderness needed

to handle chiffon

an affection for you like the kind that can't be turned off no

matter how hard you try

I want to be all over you like the protective wrap that ensures

my valued collection stays priceless through centuries of ageless

time.

Smitten so that I get weak at the knees when I reminisce upon

the first kiss, your lips being my preference

I got a predilection for you

simply put you're my favorite

my soft spot with your name on it

is located in places

all over me some indescriminately

no one can see and others cover me

from the top of my head to the

bottom of my feet

like laughter points that you excite

with your featherlike touch

The fondness of you is likened to

sheer devotion but I approach you

with slowness cause the weakness

you create in me dictates I operate in caution

heartbreak is not an option

my penchant for you is homerun strong!