YOU ARE A KING! (Black History Doesn't Stop Here)

Tell them
they were born
to be leaders

Tell them
they were born
to be the head
and not the tails
not
the chasers
of someone else's dreams
or losers
when they fail

As soon as they are old enough
to understand
we run then away from home
telling them to do their best
for the praise of others

Placing them
in competitions
with others who would not matter
down the line

We push them
to excel
where they will not rule...
and tell them
that all rulers are crooked

What are they supposed to learn

They will never know they are meant to be kings
leaders of their own kingdoms

While we teach them to please others
we should be teaching them
to please themselves
impress those
in their own world

Tell them
that charity begins
at home

Don't stop until you succeed

Don't let them get lost
in pleasing others
when it's their own inner voices
that they should learn
to heed

When they get jobs,
and they are still not happy
teach them to hang in there
until something better comes along

The way we can get boys
to be good men
is to get them back to their place
is to teach them
to be proud of themselves

Teach them
to be proud of their kingdom

Teach them what a father does...
Teach them what a mother is
what she deserves
Teach them to make the sacrifices
for their own first.
Teach them that praise is to be given
to God first



Kids eyes have always
shown hope


Let's start feeding it!

jakuper2/27/07

Paint Me A rainbow.......Expressions of Suga/jakuper COllab

Paint me softly
In promises of HOPE
Erase away pain
In the beauty of
your colored array.
Cascade across our spirits
in heavenly display.
Seal us in our destiny
In worths guarded
more than equal
to the pot of Gold.

Lend us
Peace
In shades of Tranquility
Grace us Love
                  under a dome of humility.
                                                         Replace our eyes upon our hearts
resting our visions pure.
Let our Love glorify
In the eyes of Thy
                            Instill deep within our roots
                             Brother & Sisterhood
                                              May the followers of the leader
be fed spiritual fruit
May the disbelievers believe
Above the Rainbow of the Heavens
promises everlasting truth.
                      There's beauty
                    In hope
                                      that the pot of gold
contains
a precious promise
of life.
All you have to do
is open your hearts eyes
and witness
the Heavens Rainbow.


                          What's beyond the rainbow
                    is the same thing
                             from one end
to the other

HOPE
Promise
The beauty of life
The challenges
The ups and downs..
It's all covered

                          No one is above pain,
                                     or trials, or sickness...
                                                                but we have a written promise.
                                               "It won't always be this way."

Happy endings--
always believe in them

If you believe...
that is your pot of gold.

                                          Life is meant to be fully lived
                                                 the good taken with bad
                                                    The joy of it all..
                                        knowing Jesus suffered,
                                so the scars don't have to last

The promise of Hope is like Heaven
It's a written guarantee

Pots of gold is
whatever is precious to you
Whether it is health,
happiness, success, or prosperity...

That's what's at the end of the rainbow...





*Expressions of Suga/jakuper

SUNDAYS WITH JOYCE

WORD FOR TODAY

HAPPINESS

1. Happy are those who avoid counsel of wicked Psalms 1:1
Blessed is the man who walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor
standeth n the way of sinners, not sitteth in the seat of the scornful,
2. Happy are those who seek refuge un God Psalms 34:8 O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him
3. Happy heart makes face cheerful Proverbs 15:13 A merry heart maketh a cheerful countenance: but by sorrow of the heart the spirit is broken.
4. Those who trust Lord are happy Psalms 84:12 O Lord of hosts,blessed is the man that trusteth in thee
5. Forgiveness makes happy Psalms 32::1,2
Blessed is he whose trangressions is forgiven, whose sin is covered.
Blessed is the man unto whom the Lord imputeth not iniquity, and in
whose spirit is no guile.







You can't eat happiness

You
can't buy it. You can't wear it. You can't drive it, or drink it, or
sell it, or steal it. You can't lock it away. You can't negotiate for
it. You can't win it, you can't marry it, you can't inherit it, you
can't cheat it. You can't smoke it, or inject it, or rent it or borrow
it. You can't campaign for it or beg for it, or talk other people into
giving you theirs.


You can live happiness.

You can
create it. You can be it. You can give it to others. You can enjoy it.
You can share it. You can claim it. You can have as much as you wish.
You can enjoy it as much as you want, at any time, under any
circumstance. You can work with it, play with it, worship, travel, eat,
and sleep with it.


Happiness is yours to live and yours to
give, if only you will. It comes from the inside, and the best way to
experience it is to get it flowing out. Forget about trying and
striving to get happy. Just decide to be happy, and happiness is yours.



"What is it in your own life that makes you happy?"

Gossiping--Have you Heard........

GOSSIP

1. Do not spread slanderous gossip Leviticus 19:16 Thou shall not go up and down as a talebearer among thy people; neither shall thou stand against the blood of thy neighbor: I am the Lord.
2. Gossiper betrays confidence Proverbs 11:13 A talebearer revealeth secrets, but he that is of a faithful spirit concealeth the matter.
3. Gossiper separates close friends Proverbs 16:28 A froward man soweth strife: and a whisperer seperateth chief friends.
4. Gossiper tells secrets Proverbs 20:19 He that goeth about as a talebearer revealeth secrets: therefore meddle not with him that flattereth with his lips.
5. Gossiping tongue causes anger Proverbs 25:23 The north wind driveth away rain: so doth an angry countenance a backbiting tongue.
6. Gossiping busybodies 1 Timothy 5:13 And withall they learn to be idle, wandering about from house to house; and not only idle, but tattlers also and busybodies, speaking things which they ought not.




Who has not repeated, or carried some false statement from it's sacred place, to that of one who has no intention of upholding the sacredness of the confession? Gossip has been here for as long as mankind has. It is responsible for emotionally killing the spirits, character, and reputation of some of the worst, and best personalities.

There is nothing a simple as good gossip.... that is called spreading good news. If only it could be that we spread something good about people, instead of always trying to cut them down, or invalidate their presence to others. It is jealousy with a sheet over it's head..borne out of ignorance, and a deeper vulnerability that even they may have not realized.

I have been the subject of gossip on numerous occasions, in an attempt to "warn" others about me being a trouble starter, agitator, or whatever, or not even who I say I am. But, who is anybody? I am just me. For all the time spent talking about me, one could better use it fixing themselves, and worrying about what people think of them carrying rumors that are unfounded from hole to hole. What's funny to me is the rumor starter is never given proper credit. It's always a "hush-hush" type affair between sneaky faces meeting in sneaky places


We can start growing up today by speaking the truth in love. It starts within me. Anything other than the truth is a lie. If you see you've done it, acknowledge it, and make it right. Get away from the habit. Apologize, and don't make excuses. Be honest. Say I lied, I really didn't know, and fix it right there. That will break you, if you are sincere about changing your ways. Let us learn to tell the truth, by the grace of God...speaking the truth...in love. Being like God, is being like love. God loved us so that He asked God to forgive us, because we know not what we do. That's how we should strive to be

Gossip is of the Devil, but true love will make it stop!

I asked the Lord to bless you,
as I prayed for you today,
to guide you and protect you
as you go along your way.

The Black Rose....

Surrounded by black young men
with black tee shirts
and black headbands,
she walked up to the black casket
and placed one black rose onto the black lapel
of the black suit of her black son

Gone was his childhood
free of worry over material needs
His adult life was filled with charcoal deeds
false friends with murky thoughts
and advice that money
couldn't have possibly bought

His new family is now bearing black roses
holding back black tears
that black dealings had bought
down through the years

His end--
bullets piercing a black hole
into his hardened soul
long before he lived
long before he would get old

How long did his sinister deeds
not regard the pain
seen inside his mother's eyes
and her fruitless cries
to the Lord she would nightly bleed

His eyes.....dreary as midnight
with a hate for a society
that could turn wine back into water
turn sun-shiny days
into starless, sooty nights

He tried to place her in that coffin
worrying about him
fervently praying for him every night
wishing he could escape this fateful plight


Why was his soul so cold and unfeeling
Did he care that while she was kneeling
his deeds pricked at her like pins and needles
Onyx bruises that would never be healing
He had succumbed to the pitch-dark of his sable sins
which seemed to have no end

Did he have no remorse?

Did it bother him that the blood
the drippings of his life,
that was no more...
was hers, too
as it escaped from him
smeared forever across her heart's floor

His love for her was hidden
behind evil choices
behind sweetened telephone voices
saying he was okay
but a life of crime
is the reason she is seeing him
for the last time today

No more crouching in dark shadows
doing dark things in the black of dingy rooms
No more picking his own funeral flowers
picking beautiful roses
black roses....

that should never have to bloom




jakuper(2/22/07)

The New Me.......A Mashito Writing Challenge

The
alarm went off, and I jumped out of bed and headed to the bathroom. I
quickly showered, fixed a cup of coffee, grabbed a bagel, and was
dressing in a snap. I'm ready in no time at all, out of the door. No
more curling my hair before work every morning. This new, shorter style
gives me a few more minutes to sleep
One the way out of the house, I
checked the newspaper box for the paper. I snatched it, and went to
start the car so it could warm up while I was reading. and eating
breakfast. This is the routine. In order to stay ahead, I have to start
earlier. I have to be be on time for my new job. It's the job I have
wanted all these years. Publisher for the local newspaper. I checked
out the competition every day, trying to keep my edition innovative,
fresh, and interesting.
I forgot my cell phone, and had to run back
into the house. Once back in, the house phone rang. I let it ring,
because I knew it was the office calling. I'd deal with them when I got
there. I dashed for the door, locked it, and I'm gone.
On the way to
work, I put my make up on, in the mirror. I know it's a bad habit, but
try having to do ten things at once, and even when you're on time for
work, you're late. Today, I had to do what I would normally do in 10
hours, in seven. I had a date tonight. The regional manager of the
paper wants to meet with me about a special edition for Spring. I have
ideas, and she would like to hear them.
I found myself wondering
what she was like. I only talked to her on the phone a few times. She
sounded nice then...but, I would never......... At least, I don't think
I would.

Work was tough as usual, but the day was over now. Time
for a little leisure. She wanted to meet at the Bistro at 6:30
promptly. I had no time to spare, as I came home, and dressed in my
evening wear. A white spaghetti string dress, accentuated with pearls.
Pearls always make me look good. And feel good.

I walked in the
door, and looked around for a older black woman with salt & pepper
locks. She said she had a big smile, and would be wearing blue. I
spotted her at the bar, drinking something, and watching the news. I
gave her a once over, and slowly walked over to where she was sitting.

Sandra. Is that you?

"Hiiiiii Joyce. Nice to meet you. I've heard so much about you. Come join me. Or would you like to get a table now?"

We
can get a table, if you like. And, I'll take one of what you're having.
MMMMmmm. You smell great; what are you wearing? I followed her to a
table over in the corner, entranced already. I watched her walk, and
the motion of her behind as she moved to her seat. I wonder if she
is....ummmmmmm

"So. We have a lot to talk about. I have been
assigned to your paper, in an effort to enhance sales for the coming
Spring season. I will tell you what I've come up with, what I have seen
in other urban progressive papers, and we can compare any notes, and
ideas. I have to tell you from the start, that I am totally impressed
at your progress so far. It seems as if you spend alot of hours
working, and making your product something to be proud of. You rise to
the challenge of keeping up with the competition. Your workers feel
like you love your job."

Yes, I do. I live writing. I sleep
thinking of new ideas. I probably spend more time at work, than I do at
home. All my friends say I have no social life. I run back into the
office at all hours of the night, checking things out before the
morning edition hits the streets. Checking, and re-checking.

"No
special guy in your life? No one to create that balance between getting
the bills paid, and getting Mami laid? Hmmmmm. You know what they
say--all work, and no play......"

Honestly, I haven't met anyone
who is willing to put up with my "passion" for what I do, nor my crazy
hours of work. If I did get involved, it would be someone in the same
business as I'm in...someone who can take my obsession with working
until the job is done. You know....

"Yes. Very well. I, myself,
am sort of what you'd call a traveling salesman. I go to my jobs. I do
what needs to be done. I leave. They give me up to six assignments a
month. So, that leaves little time to "play". But I can see whoever
gets you is getting a working woman. Someone with a heart into their
work. I couldn't handle anything more than casual acquaintances. I'm on
the go too much, too. If I was a settle down kinda woman, I think I
wouldn't mind someone like yourself being the center of my attention"

I blushed. Was she coming on to me?


We
finished dinner, and talked about work the whole time. I tried not to
respond to her flirt earlier. But, it was all I could think of. I
watched her lips move as she correctly pronounced every word. My hands
massaged my legs, where I imagined hers to be, if we had been an item.
While she talked shop, I fantasized about being in her arms. But, I
managed to keep at least a portion of my brain on work.

"So,
tell me, what do you say we go back to your place, and listen to some
music? I promise to be whatever you want me to be. But, I do want to
get to know you better. Seems you have a bright head on yourself, and
we can see what we can do about your lonely nights. Everyone needs a
friend, don't you think?"

Ahhh, sure. We can do that. But, I
must warn you--my music selection stinks. Just a few cd's from the old
school era. I'm a contemporary kind of girl. I like simple music, and
instrumentals. And, relaxation music. I am so awkward at meeting new
people. They think it's a turn off when I say I'm not interested in
them outside of a friendship. I find relationships too hard. I am too
impatient at times, and I become irritated when someone just wants sex
from me...even without getting to know me first. But, I think I could
get to know you, and enjoy your company. Somehow, you seem different
than the rest

"There is something about people you have to
learn, in order to deal with them on their level: You cannot control
other people's emotions, but you can control your own. If you sense
yourself responding to their negativity, try not to let yourself. Keep
your heart open to them, and they may let go of their defensiveness and
yield to your compassion and openness......"

I guess you're
right. Matter of fact, I know you right. I think I'm gonna like you.
You're good for my emotional stability. Let's go.....



**Pic courtesy of Sistahpoet

In Remembrance....

Today
is the present
because it is my gift

You
are a gift to me

You encourage me
Your presence lights my world
Your heart
that you let me hold
is a miracle
worth it's weight in gold

If you look close enough
you will find me
looking at you
endlessly

I take my cursor
and outline the smile
on your face

I dream about what it would be like
to touch your lips with mine
to brush my skin
against your fingertips

(deep sigh)

No one will love you
as tender as I do

I love you

Yesterday is history....

I can't believe I was so close to you
I can't believe I knew you
so personally

I can't believe that every new day
was filled with thoughts
of what we could be
together

The whole time thing is
so funny to me
how one minute
we can be so caught up
in sweet kisses
warm embracing
and courting conversations

and the next....

strangers
across a crowded room
having to remember not to speak

But I remember everything about you

Everything you told me
I will never forget

I spend all my waking moments
in remembrance
of a yesterday
of a beautiful love

gone too soon




jakuper(2/20/07)

What If.......

holding on
because it might not
be coming back

What if...
I don't really believe in love
and only pretend to play the game
What if I really under minded your feelings
and refused to take all the blame
I know that I'm not ready
to just lay it down
and let it die

Does that mean
I don't get my medal
until I have won
what I'm fighting for--

Peace and love between you and I

What if I never get to experience
the love that I so desire
What if that box I'm closed within
never opens up for me
What if I never find the words
to say
to make things right

What if nothing I said made sense
to me anymore
and I was unable to feel you
and you no longer felt me
Would that be the end of what we were living for
Or would we find a way to get past it

What if my mistake was telling the truth
I ask myself over and over again

"What power does the truth hold with us?"
 
What if all the mistakes
I made with my eyes widely opened
hit me back in my face

What if I was lying
and you know I didn't really care

Would you be fighting so hard for what's left

I'm Still Here

"Yesterday"



I had enough heartache and enough headaches

I've had so many ups and downs

Don't know how much more i can take

See i decided that i cried my last tear yesterday

Either i'm going to trust you or i may as well walk away

'cause stressing don't make it better

Don't make it better, no way

See i decided that i cried my last tear yesterday

Yesterday, i decided to put my trust in you

Yesterday, i realized that you will being me through

There ain't nothing to hard for my God, no

Any problems that i have

He's greater than them all, so

I decided that i cried my last tear yesterday


~by Mary, Mary~






I am not forgotten
God knows
who I am and where I am
my life belongs
not to me
but
to Him
When I don't know
what to do

Trouble
Decisions
Losses
Loneliness
Pain

Through it all
I made it
through
another day's journey

I am not forgotten
I am still here
by
His grace
His love

SUNDAYS WITH JOYCE

WORD FOR TODAY



Truth
1. Faithfully preach truth 2 Corinthians 6:7 By the word of truth, by the power of God, by the armor of righteousness on the right hand and the left,


2. Fix thoughts on what is true Phillipians 4:8
Finally, brethern, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are
honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure,
whatsoever things are lively, whatsoever things are of good report, if
there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things
3. Live by the truth John 3:21 But he that doeth truth cometh to the light, that his deeds may be made manifest, that they are wrought in God.

4. Some distort the truth Acts 20:30 And of your own selves shall men arise, speaking perverse things, to draw away disciples after him.
5. Truth will set you free John 8:32 And ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free.






People Who Don't Get It



You
may be someone who understands the true nature of reality, perceiving
deeply that we all emanate from the same source, that we are all
essentially one, and that we are here on earth to love one another. To
understand this is to be awakened to the true nature of the self, and
it is a blessing. Nevertheless, people who just don't get it are
seemingly everywhere and, often, in positions of power. It can be
frustrating and painful to watch them behave unconsciously. We all
encounter individuals of this bent in our families, at work, and in all
areas of public life. It is easy to find ourselves feeling intolerant
of these people, wishing we could be free of them even though we know
that separation from them is an illusion.

It helps sometimes
to think of us all as different parts of one psyche. Just as within our
own hearts and minds we have dark places that need healing, the heart
and mind of the world has its dark places. The health of the whole
organism depends upon the relative health of the individuals within it.
We increase harmony when we hold onto the light, not allowing it to be
darkened by judgment, anger, and fear about those who behave
unconsciously. It's easier to accomplish this if we don't focus on the
negative qualities of individuals and instead focus on how increasing
our own light will increase the light of the overall picture.


When dealing with people who seem very unconscious, it helps to
remember that every one must find their own way to awakening and that
the experiences they are having are an essential part of their process.
Holding them in the light of our own energy may be the best way to
awaken theirs. At the same time, we are inspired by their example to
look within and shed light on our own unconscious places, sacrificing
the urge to judge and surrendering instead to humble self-inquiry.

"The truth is a beautiful flower that blooms in all seasons"

Blog Things....How Old Do You Act?

You Are 20 Years Old

Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe. 13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world. 20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences. 30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more! 40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.

What Age Do You Act?



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Diked Out

Sitting
here

in the emptiness
of thought

placing my pen
to paper
or my fingers
to the keys

a deafening silence erupts

a nauseating void

Nothing comes out.

My words
frozen in time
barricaded within
hedged
to the ceiling
of my brain

Diked
in the hallways
of everything I never said

My thoughts
 just sitting there
on an embankment

chilling

having nothing to say

 

TO MY VALENTINE......

My love for you is a fusion of feelings
feelings that range from love,
to it's extreme...pain
Love has it's own definition for me
I can only experience what my love for you
means to me
Sometimes it's that maddening feeling
that leaves me unable to concentrate on anything
on anyone else but you

It's a feeling that grows over time
I now know how it is that couples can become satisfied
with being together for many, many years
Like me, they found what they were looking for
And decided that's where they want to be

I know this is where I always want to be
for good times
and in the bad times
For the days we don't even know why
and for an eternity

While some will say love is elusive
and they can never find
"the one"
the love I feel for you
should be felt by everyone at least once
because sometimes
its even too deep for me


How much I invest into it
determines how much my return is
I know to grow deeper in love would mean
a point of no return for me

When I think of you
it's that loudest heartbeat
that resonates through me
when we embrace
I sigh

Everything in me tenses up,
and becomes excited
You are the object of my affection
You own the desire that rises up inside of me
when I see your face

With the mention of merely your name,
no matter who calls it
Nothing I do
or say feels the same
I stumble
and check my words
I attempt to sharpen my approach

Your touch sends fire
throughout my loins
Your voice moves the want in me
to moan
Every second spent
in your embrace
is where I want to make my home

Time spent with you
is like investing in my future
One moment at a time in your arms
is worth years of bliss
The returns--a whole lot of love
stored up
 for those times
when we are apart.

 It's you that I miss

I watch as my lust slips between the covers
of your heart that loves so hard
my hands touch the ambiance of your caress
As my body wails in tears
from a sensation
that equals the heights of desire
and happiness

Every time it's different
Every day, I learn something new
Every day, I have something else to give you
A little more of me to fill our cup
Another way to say...

I love you


Happy Valentine's Day!








The Crime
Come in


Hi!

Come closer
I like it here

U're blushing, are U afraid?

I don't know

Well, don't be

I guess I am just a little nervous, U make me...
I don't know what it is U make me, I...

(Scandalous)

Why are U looking at me like that?

It's getting warm in here

Yeah it is getting warm in here

Let's go in the bedroom

What's in there?

A window

I can't wait, baby
Till I can wrap my legs around U girl
Cuz sugar U know U're just the kind of lover
That I've been looking 4
2night why don't we skip all the foreplay, mama
And just get down here on the floor?

CHORUS:
Scandalous, I'm talkin' 'bout U and me
Marvelous, baby, baby, can't U see?
Anything U ever dreamed of, I'm willing 2 be
2night is gonna be scandalous
Cuz 2night I'm gonna be your fantasy


It's so dark in here

I can see U


What do I look like?

Overdressed


Okay, how about now (My dearest)
Now, what do I look like?

U're blushing, are U afraid?

Give me your hand


Which one?

Give me your hand
(Hmm) Come on, come on (Ohh)

Anything's acceptable, just ask me and I'll try it
2 hell with hesitations
2 hell with the reasons why

(Scandalous) U're shaking

I know, I can't help it

(Marvelous) Aww, is that better?


Yes

Anything U ever dreamed of, I'm willing 2 be
2night it's gonna be scandalous
Cuz 2night I'm gonna be your fantasy
Baby, baby, baby

Where am I?

Where do U wanna be?


Right here, right here

Anything U ever dreamed of, I'm willing 2 be
2night is gonna be scandalous
Cuz 2night I'm, 2night I'm gonna be your fantasy

CHORUS

Scandalous
Marvelous

The Passion

Come (Come) closer (Closer)
Feel what U been dyin' 4 (Put your hand on my thigh)
(Higher and higher)
Don't be afraid, baby (Even in between)
Touch it and explode (Wherever U want, it's alright)
(I don't mind, cuz U so fine)
Understand, understand that I love U (U so sensual)
Ah, but more than that - I want U (When I first saw U on the dance floor,
honey)
(I just had 2, ooh)
Everybody always told me good things come 2 those who wait (Over and over)
(Desire, U and me)
But I've got so much on the menu (Pumpin the electric intercourse)
I just can't, I just can't, I can't wait, baby (Ooh fantasy)
I can't wait, baby (Can we please do it? Let's do it by the mirror baby)
(So I can see what I wanna see)
I can wrap my legs all around U girl (Be what I want 2 be)
Cuz sugar, U know U're just the kind of lover (I wanna suck your every
emotion)
That I've been lookin' 4 (Right straight outta your mind)
2night why don't we skip all the foreplay, mama (And then wrap my legs around
U, mama)
And just get down here on the floor (And then slide down here, alright? Ooh
please!)

CHORUS
(Everything U ever dreamed of)
(Do it all and so much more)

Dear, my, my (Ooh baby)
My dearest, my dearest
Oooh

Talk 2 me, pretty warm thang (Whisper)
Tell me when U come one time
Talk 2 me, pretty warm thing
It's alright, it's alright
Hold me tight, don't U stop 2night
Let's do it baby till the mornin' light
Talk 2 me, pretty warm thang
It's alright, it's alright

{repeat over CHORUS}

Baby (Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby)
Anything U ever dreamed of, baby, just ask me, I'll do, ooh
Anything at all
Spirits rise and spirits fall

Scandalous, (ooh) I'm talkin' 'bout U and me
Marvelous, baby, baby, can't U see?

Baby, baby, I love when U talk 2 me
Tell me what I wanna hear
Talk 2 me
So much I want 2 do with U honey, can't U see? (Scandalous)
So just talk 2 me, pretty warm thing (Marvelous)
Suck your electric ocean, sail your virgin sea
Baby, baby, baby, yeah don't U wanna be with me?
Everything U dreamed of
Shh, I will do

The Rapture

Scandalous
Marvelous

Scandalous
Marvelous

Where am I?

Where do U wanna be?


Right here, right here

CHORUS

Scandalous
Marvelous

Scandalous

INTIMACY: Attempting a Diamante Poem

intimacy
familiar, affectionate
sharing, understanding, laughing
private affection, comfortable setting
kissing, touching, loving
warm, close
rendezvous

Finding True Love

Ego is a symbol of your not knowing
Who you are.
Bereft of your true Identity, you build a false one.
From your mistaken sense of isolation,
you build an image of yourself that is called ego.
Ego is very tremulous. The stronger-seeming, the weaker it is.
It is so sensitive, it is impossible to live in joy with ego present.
Ego is grasping and can never be satisfied, for it is always
looking for satisfaction rather than to give it.
When you know your True Identity, you can only give love
instead of looking for it to be given to you.
Pay more attention to losing ego than you do to losing weight.
Actually, don't pay attention to ego at all.
Don't give it the time of day.
Rather let your attention float to Me.
>From littleness to Greatness, you will float. You will march.
Here is the secret to happiness in life, and I am giving it to you.
Step over the head of ego, and you will know the Godhead.
This little strutter called ego puts up partitions in your way.
It has enticing movements that keep your eye off Me.
Ego dances before you, moves like a serpent,
and hypnotizes you into believing you need reinforcement,
that you need defense, that you need attention,
that you need obeisance, that you need distraction,
that you need anything at all but to give service to your heart,
and therefore to Mine.
When you know how wealthy you are, you can afford to be generous.
When you know that loss cannot befall -- except for loss of ego,
that is -- then you give gifts to the world.
Then you think less about yourself
and hold yourself in greater regard, in enough regard that you
consider others, not as a gift come to your aid --
although they are indeed a gift to you --
but as a basket into which you tithe love without restraint once
and for all. Plunk. Your love is dropped into the basket for all time.
Your enormous love, your love for Me, beloveds,
has to go somewhere so you deposit it into the woven hearts of others,
those you know and those you don't know. There is one huge basket
of love in the world, and it is splendid. You are splendid.
You are in the splendor of love.
You begin to know what love is and what love is worth.
You begin to know what your love is worth.
You begin to know what you are worth.
You begin to know your place in the Universe.
You begin to know your place in Heaven.
You begin to know the location of your heart.
You begin to know how strong a heart is.
You begin to know full well the emergence of your heart as Mine,
and then you can only give, and only give without thought of
When your cup overfloweth -- what can it do but overflow?
Without words, you begin to know that you give to yourself
overwhelmingly as you open the floodgates and give way to love.
Love knocks on your door, and you answer it.
And you find yourself at the door, and you let yourself in,
and love meets love, and it is all Mine the same as it is all yours.
You no longer look away from love. You merge with love.
Love is no longer an apparition. Love, no longer sought after,
but given, becomes the Reality it always was. You are the love.
You never were anything else, only old man ego danced before you
and blocked your view. Now ego has evanesced.
Love has dispatched it. Love is in your view now --
love, Our One Self.

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