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Well as I promised, here it the first of many poems that I will showcase on this web page. I would like to thank these writers and ask that they view their works here as a chance for a greater number of people to view their works. Once again...Thank You!
At some point in the year, or better yet a relationship. The expectations of my "mate" seems to go beyond normal human expectations to those of expectations of me being something more. Not a god or anysilly thing like that. But beyond who I really am. I try to remind people that I'm just me, nothing special. I guess my views on life and my love for life, sometimes makes others believe that I'm more then meets the eyes.
Below is my song of the questions that have come into my mind, when things begin to happen in my past relations. And the answers, that I sometimes get and/or believe, when I "Fail" to live up to someone's expectations....
Q: What Am I? I'm Your Sexual Myth!
A: Yes it's true about Black Men!
Q: What Am I? I'm The One You Can't Trust!
A: Where have you been?
A: Are you Seeing someone else?
A: I have a problem with trust!
Q: What Am I? I'm the One You Love!
A: Don't be depressed!
A: Don't out yourself Down!
A: I think/say you're sexy!
Q: What Am I? The One you Call Anytime!
A: I know it's 3am, but I had a dream!
A: I know it's 6am, But You were about to get up!
A: I know your at work, but I had to Call!
A: I'm busy.In the middle of work!
Q: What Am I? I'm the One who Loves You!
A: I know you say that, because you love me!
A: If you love me, why do you get mad?
Q: What Am I? I'm a Machine!
A: I can't make a mistake!
A: I can't Get mad or upset!
A: I can't get Hurt!
A: I can't Sleep!
A: I can't be Working!
A: I can't be where I am, only where you want me to be!
A: I can't be Just Friends!
A: I can't be Trusted!
A: I can't be Honest!
A: I can't Lie!
What Am I? What I'm Not, is A HUMAN BEING!
On the first Songs of the Heart page, there's a poem named "it's nothing personal". It's a young woman talks about why she is in a interracial relationship.
My friend Sheila who I think writes beautifully from the heart, does the same thing. In Color Of Our Skin, she looks at the ignorance of people who turns their noses up on this subject.
And now Sheila's Heart......
The ignorance of the human race amazes me
We talk about each other so easily
It doesn't matter to me what people say
I can only pray that they will be wiser one day
No one cares that you are in love
The color of our skin is all they think of
I know people point when we go out sonewhere
They don't understand us and they don't care
We are treated differently because of the color of our skin
The day will come when we are accepted for what's within
But, we all want to know when?
My blood and your blood are both the same
This prejudice thing is stupid and lame
People are people no matter what color
We are all Mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers
We were all created by the heavenly father above
It is time we give each other what he gives us........love.
S.W.
The cool sounds of a Jazz Quartet!
Your cool fingers running down my back!
The smell of the world after a spring morning rain!
The intoxicating smell of your body after a shower!
The beautiful glow of the red morning sunrise!
The full red beauty of your lips in candlelite!
The sparkle that glittles on a lake on a starry night!
The sparkles that glittles in your hair on a starry Night!
The whispering sound of the wind thought the trees!
The whisper sound you make as tiny kisses are placed all over your body!
The Pleasures of Life that can be overlooked everyday!
The Pleasures of YOU that could never be overlooked!
- tomasjacWritten at the new Louie's Bookstore Cafe
518 N. Charles Street, Baltimore MD.
During the Al Maniscalco Quartet Jam-Session
I enter the bathroom and splash water on my face to wake me.
I look into the mirror and the image I see is the same each morning.
Changing just slightly in the afternoon, after I return from work.
And again at around 9pm, then at 11pm when I'm planning to turn in for the night.
The image I see in the morning, is of me with you standing behind me.
The image I see after work is of you, our son and me.
The 9pm image is of our son and me just before his bedtime.
The 11pm image is of you standing behind me, your arms around me.
Images in the Mirror!
-tomasjacWhy must there be any reason to love you? I mean do we have to point out everything we love about someone? Yes I know it's nice to hear from time to time. Humans have a need to be told things like this. It's a way of defining one self. So if you must define yourself, let me help.
There are many reasons why I love you. The way you touch me, in the morning and late at night. Feels like silk against my skin for the first time.
The reason I love you so much could also be the way you look at me. The way a baby looks at a person. Not being able to see the color or fullness of your face. A baby sees shades of something and reacts the sound of your voice. I see the love you have for me and the people around you.
One could say the same old, same old. Your full red lips. Your eyes in the moonlight. The way that you love me. But are those that I love you are deep in my heart, and no words could ever describe just what my heart feels when I'm around you, touching you, seeing you in my minds eye when we're apart.
IF reasons define who you you are, then let me be the best reason of all. You make me want to live and wake each morning to see what new and wonderful feelings you inspire in me.
You are my reason for loving you. Words can't express what you mean to me. I can meet 20 people and give 20 different reasons. But I will add to what I tell them, and it would be the same, the most important reason why I love you is that you make me feel alive.
I guess that if reasons defines who you are, then you are the one person that defines me. And that's the best reason of all.
-tomasjac I hope you enjoyed everything you've read today. Over at my Sinfullychoc Site are stories that I'm sure you will enjoy too. Check back each week for more and more poems.
I would like to once again thank all the writers who are posted here for Growing beyond the confines of this world's limits.
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