Through your eyes I can see a million stars, as though a million stories start to play when you look at me, as though I am travelling the depth of a galaxy With you I can see the prints of those you've walked with I can see the tears that you haven't quite allowed to…
She said, "I'm always trying to be true to my feelings... but where do I vent this colourless emotion? It's like air... Show me how to contain it ...so that I can show you" Her words encapsulated me on the spot. They were all I needed to confirm that she had fallen in love with…
There is a Lane called Love that I walk along each day…. And we’ve been exchanging… I hadn’t realised. We’ve been creating…. And what a beauty has materialised From thoughts of possibilities Since I’ve been open lately To what Love had been saying to me along this Lane Soothing my past pains Offering so much…
Completely invested (in him) But equally disinterested (in me) And it showed, when he walked out the door, and my soul followed... I watched myself leave! And for a split second (or two), I realised I had been living outside of myself... Time stood I was still, for the first time. In a long time.…
This time I can say that I took the time to work on myself. This time I can say that I took the time to explore myself - since I've been facing my fears and lifting the lid on unresolved trauma. Lately. This time I can say that I have been learning the art of…
You look so good You sound so good. You come across so well, so intelligent. A geek. I like you. A strong black woman. Mmm. I'm a black man that loves his black women You’re the type of woman that a REAL man would want to make his wife We’re so compatible, I can tell...…
Sometimes she gets the urge to keep on travelling, to keep on moving, to keep on searching But in fact, it’s only because outdated attachments had become her safety And broken promises had become a guarantee Not that it felt good - but tension showed up like a past lover she could rely on She…
A girl may search for love her entire life, but she must keep on searching until what looks right, feels right ...until what feels right, is right She must search until all desire to search dissolves, ...until she realises that there need not be any search at all She must search until she can see…
In place of searching for a flower, take the time to plant one instead.
All of these faces Empty places Mentally Retracing A time less wasted on somebody else but me because I am the point I hold the focus Like the memory of a lotus Still falling for you Untraining my view So grateful for the que I love You, De Ja Vous You teach me the truth…
