Diamond awoke to a beautiful Monday morning. Sun was streaming through her bedroom window and illuminating the entire room. She stretched lazily and smiled to herself as she thought about last night. Lamar had come by after his late night shift at the club and they had taken a bubble bath together and made love until nearly 4 am. She had met him at the door with nothing on but pink panties and a matching bra. She knew that was his favorite color; knew it would please him immensely. It had been the color she was wearing the day he walked into the salon to get his locks tightened. The color she wore on their first date. And the very color he chose for the first dozen roses he sent to her. It had been an exciting 6 months for Diamond. It felt good to be in love again. She was finally relaxing her boundaries and beginning to feel again. The smile on his face when he’d caught sight of the soft pink against her caramel colored skin made Diamond giggle like a little girl. He immediately wrapped those long arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Something about the way he slowly, but firmly gripped her waist made a sweet sigh slip from her lips and they kissed like long lost lovers with the front door wide open and the midnight air pouring in. “Hi baby,” she finally whispered. She was on tippy-toe, stretching to fold her arms around his broad shoulders, pressing seductively against his 6 foot 3 inch frame. He began to tickle her and they tiptoed and shhhed one another down the hallway; trying hard to contain themselves and keep from waking the boys up. Tre’ and Devon, ages 9 and 11, were not very receptive to any men in Diamonds life. She had to keep most of her relationships or indiscretions separate from them. They didn’t understand why she couldn’t wait for their daddy to get out of jail. But 10 years was a long time and Diamond was getting tired of coming home to an empty bed. Lamar seemed to understand her need for caution. He respected it and that made her love him all the more. He didn’t even trip when she insisted, no matter how tired he was, that he leave before the sun came up in the morning. Once behind closed doors, Diamond turned up the music on her stereo. Miles Davis was bouncing off the walls and sending vibrations through the air. They talked in whispers and sometimes not at all. Mostly they communicated with their hands and their eyes; lips anxious to tell of emotions and bodies ready to convey a passion that didn’t even need words. Lamar was a patient lover. It was nothing for him to spend an hour just kissing her. He called it becoming familiar. He would abandon her lips to become familiar with the rest of her and Diamond loved every minute of it. They must have been really caught up in the moment; truly engrossed in the task at hand, because neither of them remembered to lock the door and neither one of them had noticed when it opened.
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Monday, September 26, 2005
A lot like LOVE!
(for the one that slipped in unannounced.)
heart all a flutter
melt like butter
try to talk and i stutter
this feels a lot like love
smile when u near
anxious just to hear
petrified with fear cause
this feels a lot like love
always want to be kissing you
surprised when i find myself missing you
with a four leaf clover i'm wishing you
felt the same
knew my middle name
we'd would stop playing these games
this is too closely resembling love
mind in a daze
trying to come up with 1000 ways
into your eyes i'd like to gaze
because there is where
it looks just like love
the scent of roses fills the room
my heart is in full bloom
i think i'll have to tell you soon
that this smells a lot like love
heart beating, racing fast
can't remember the last
time i felt this way
call you
don't know what to say
ask about your day
just to avoid the true intention
each time i neglect to mention
that what i'm feeling
is a lot like love.........to be continued.
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heart all a flutter
melt like butter
try to talk and i stutter
this feels a lot like love
smile when u near
anxious just to hear
petrified with fear cause
this feels a lot like love
always want to be kissing you
surprised when i find myself missing you
with a four leaf clover i'm wishing you
felt the same
knew my middle name
we'd would stop playing these games
this is too closely resembling love
mind in a daze
trying to come up with 1000 ways
into your eyes i'd like to gaze
because there is where
it looks just like love
the scent of roses fills the room
my heart is in full bloom
i think i'll have to tell you soon
that this smells a lot like love
heart beating, racing fast
can't remember the last
time i felt this way
call you
don't know what to say
ask about your day
just to avoid the true intention
each time i neglect to mention
that what i'm feeling
is a lot like love.........to be continued.
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Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Out of Time
In Memory of Lil Cuz
I remember summer
Playing around
Racing one another
Sporting Converses
In all different colors
You looking out for your
Little brother
The minutes were slipping away
Wasn’t wearing no watch
Wasn’t looking at no clock but
It was just a matter of time
Thought you’d be the Mayor
Or the President
Even at an early age your
Intellect was evident
I can still remember your smile
How we used to laugh a while
Taking chances and running wild
The hours were slipping away
Wasn’t wearing no watch
Wasn’t looking at no clock but
It was just a matter of time
You went left and I went right
Our lives, like two ships
Passing in the night
Days turned into weeks
Weeks turned into months
Got harder and harder
To keep in touch
The world was changing,
We in such a rush
The days were slipping away
Not wearing a watch
Never looking at a clock but
It was just a matter of time
Before you finally beat me to
The finish line
Your memory will remain in this
Broken heart of mine
Wishing I could turn back the hands of time
Go back to the summertime
Stop the time
Hug you tightly one time
Race you down the street for the last time
Tell you to be careful one more time
Say I love you for the last time
But instead I’m just checking my watch
And watching the clock
Realizing that
You have slipped away
and we have run out of time
RIP - Troy
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I remember summer
Playing around
Racing one another
Sporting Converses
In all different colors
You looking out for your
Little brother
The minutes were slipping away
Wasn’t wearing no watch
Wasn’t looking at no clock but
It was just a matter of time
Thought you’d be the Mayor
Or the President
Even at an early age your
Intellect was evident
I can still remember your smile
How we used to laugh a while
Taking chances and running wild
The hours were slipping away
Wasn’t wearing no watch
Wasn’t looking at no clock but
It was just a matter of time
You went left and I went right
Our lives, like two ships
Passing in the night
Days turned into weeks
Weeks turned into months
Got harder and harder
To keep in touch
The world was changing,
We in such a rush
The days were slipping away
Not wearing a watch
Never looking at a clock but
It was just a matter of time
Before you finally beat me to
The finish line
Your memory will remain in this
Broken heart of mine
Wishing I could turn back the hands of time
Go back to the summertime
Stop the time
Hug you tightly one time
Race you down the street for the last time
Tell you to be careful one more time
Say I love you for the last time
But instead I’m just checking my watch
And watching the clock
Realizing that
You have slipped away
and we have run out of time
RIP - Troy
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Thursday, August 25, 2005
In Memory of Lafayette the King.
Thursday, August 25, 2005 12:57p.m.
You bring to life that which was
Dead
Every time you exhale
I take a deep breath of your presence
Fill my lungs with your essence
So strong I may choke
It makes me high
Higher than the mountain of potential
That stands between us
You give life to dreams that haven’t been
Dreamed
I close my eyes and remember
Soft touches in the darkness
Familiar
Looking deep into your universe
And even though it’s pitch black power
I can still see your light
It guides me
Calms me while the storm subsides within me
You speak life to me with words I never
Heard spoken the way they are spoken
When they are spoken from you
You give me cipher
Make me hyper
Excite me with your lyricism
Spellbind me with a wicked tongue
I come
Close to elation as you riddle me
With artful syncopation
Captivated for the duration of your speech
You thrill me
And I smile until the next time
I get the chance
To have a slice
Of your
Life.
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You bring to life that which was
Dead
Every time you exhale
I take a deep breath of your presence
Fill my lungs with your essence
So strong I may choke
It makes me high
Higher than the mountain of potential
That stands between us
You give life to dreams that haven’t been
Dreamed
I close my eyes and remember
Soft touches in the darkness
Familiar
Looking deep into your universe
And even though it’s pitch black power
I can still see your light
It guides me
Calms me while the storm subsides within me
You speak life to me with words I never
Heard spoken the way they are spoken
When they are spoken from you
You give me cipher
Make me hyper
Excite me with your lyricism
Spellbind me with a wicked tongue
I come
Close to elation as you riddle me
With artful syncopation
Captivated for the duration of your speech
You thrill me
And I smile until the next time
I get the chance
To have a slice
Of your
Life.
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Friday, August 12, 2005
My Groove...
My groove
Friday, 1:05pm August 12, 2005
I slipped out of my groove
And can't find my way back in
It's been dislocated and like an elbow
That can't bend
I'm in pain until I find my groove again
My groove slipped through my fingers
Out of my reach
It tiptoed slowly down the street
Left me with nothing
But the memory of it's beat
Maybe it just wasn't
The right groove for me
Maybe it didn't suit me
Wasn't in my key
I need a groove that can move me
Make chills run up my spine
Connect me with the divine
I need a groove that can lift me
On the days when I'm too heavy
A groove that can support me
When I'm off balance
And not too steady
I need a groove that can transport me
To places I've never been
A groove that will give me the comfort
Of my closest, personal friend
I need a groove that can recreate me
Without making me over
A need a groove with a strong back
And a waterproof shoulder
I need a groove that can sustain me
Fill me up in places unseen
I need a groove that fills in my blanks
And all my places in between
I need a groove that will embrace me
Wrap me up warm
I need a groove that will encase me
Bring me shelter from the storm
I'm looking for a groove
I'm longing for a groove
I'm searching for a groove
I'm incomplete
Without
my
Groove
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Friday, 1:05pm August 12, 2005
I slipped out of my groove
And can't find my way back in
It's been dislocated and like an elbow
That can't bend
I'm in pain until I find my groove again
My groove slipped through my fingers
Out of my reach
It tiptoed slowly down the street
Left me with nothing
But the memory of it's beat
Maybe it just wasn't
The right groove for me
Maybe it didn't suit me
Wasn't in my key
I need a groove that can move me
Make chills run up my spine
Connect me with the divine
I need a groove that can lift me
On the days when I'm too heavy
A groove that can support me
When I'm off balance
And not too steady
I need a groove that can transport me
To places I've never been
A groove that will give me the comfort
Of my closest, personal friend
I need a groove that can recreate me
Without making me over
A need a groove with a strong back
And a waterproof shoulder
I need a groove that can sustain me
Fill me up in places unseen
I need a groove that fills in my blanks
And all my places in between
I need a groove that will embrace me
Wrap me up warm
I need a groove that will encase me
Bring me shelter from the storm
I'm looking for a groove
I'm longing for a groove
I'm searching for a groove
I'm incomplete
Without
my
Groove
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