Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Control
I can give and take...blame
I hold and release...pain
I can live or die...in the past
I can stand or move...on
Desert Rose
If it were not for passion...I could not wait.
I go about my chores with thoughts of Santiago.
I speak to sun for we share the same sun.
By night I pray to the moon that her
light shine on his tent.
Each day passess and yet my heart
grows fonder...
Santiago, my Santiago I pray for you more than me.
I pray for you more than me.
You are in search of treasure.
I am woman of the dessert so I wait for you...but I miss you just the same.
I whisper on the wind all my good intentions and pray they reach your heart.
I love you Santiago so in love I wait.
Love Fatima!
I go about my chores with thoughts of Santiago.
I speak to sun for we share the same sun.
By night I pray to the moon that her
light shine on his tent.
Each day passess and yet my heart
grows fonder...
Santiago, my Santiago I pray for you more than me.
I pray for you more than me.
You are in search of treasure.
I am woman of the dessert so I wait for you...but I miss you just the same.
I whisper on the wind all my good intentions and pray they reach your heart.
I love you Santiago so in love I wait.
Love Fatima!
Lover's Plea
I want to be one of those women who men write
great love songs about…I want to be the subject of
their praise.
I want to be his latest and greatest
inspiration that lifts him to his
highest height.
Don’t get me wrong, I know love takes time
and the work must put in.
However, when a man loves a woman
what he wouldn’t give and no
dream is ever to big for him.
I want him to use my hips to anchor
his passion and my thighs as pillows
and my heart as a beacon.
Can he hear me? Can he feel me?
Does he know that I want to be his
midnight meditation and love supreme?
I want just want to be his little woman and lover.
Does he realize that I all I want to do is love him?
I want to be one of those women who men write
great love songs about… I just want to be loved.
great love songs about…I want to be the subject of
their praise.
I want to be his latest and greatest
inspiration that lifts him to his
highest height.
Don’t get me wrong, I know love takes time
and the work must put in.
However, when a man loves a woman
what he wouldn’t give and no
dream is ever to big for him.
I want him to use my hips to anchor
his passion and my thighs as pillows
and my heart as a beacon.
Can he hear me? Can he feel me?
Does he know that I want to be his
midnight meditation and love supreme?
I want just want to be his little woman and lover.
Does he realize that I all I want to do is love him?
I want to be one of those women who men write
great love songs about… I just want to be loved.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Calling All Hosts
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Love is...
Love is….
I can only speak for myself but love is a belief in infinite possibilities. Love is according to the word of God “hopeful.” Love… hopes for all things and is faithful, patient, and kind. Love is ever optimistic. This why I love “Love.” Love sees potential and not as they are. Love hopes for greater. Does love have lofty expectations? Does love have no belief in reality? I can only speak for myself. I am in love…I never that I would or could fall in love but I am. We no longer speak; I saw him once for the first time in months a few weeks ago. I thought I saw a ghost, but I was wrong he said he had been resurrected.
Love sees the best in people or finds redemptive qualities. Love has no concept of time and space. I remember this quote form La Dama de Alba (Lady of the Dawn) by Alejandro Casóna: “In thirty years I could not have loved her more.” I suppose I could say the same thing about him. The duration is not what forged the emotion and I feel Love is stronger than an emotion. Love for all its frivolity has saved the lives of so many. It has given people a reason to live, to hope and imagine. Love has also taken lives or perhaps when it disappears. I have heard “Love” being another name for God. Let’s take poetic license and when God disappears. How lonely and vacuous is that? Without (God) Love things die!
I am not writing this to have a pity party because some guy didn’t love me back; that would not be love that would be contempt. I am just a bit annoyed with myself for falling in love in first place, like I really had a choice. Do we then chose to hate? This is so random, but please stick with me. I am huge fan of love in its proper place and not that love has any particular place or occasion but I mean love is inspiration. Love challenges us to be our best and cause us to dig deep into our beings and become truly righteous and moral.
I have read on two many books on how to get a husband and most of which have been from a spiritual perspective. I wish I had read The Alchemist first. Let me explain most of these books assumes that there is something wrong with you and have to get busy and work out all your imperfection and allow God to be your husband and it uses scriptures to corroborate their point, that was done with slavery too but we won’t go there. So here is where I take issue. The love I have with man is not the same as with God. I thought God frowned on incest? (Lot and his daughters) If he is my savior and heavenly father how and why would he be my husband too? That’s taking him as my all in all too far. Theses books also suggest you remain celibate. I am almost thirty and at this point I don’t know any real virgins and the born again virgins are suspect. I don’t have an issue with celibacy it’s just that if you do not follow all of these guidelines even though they are based in scripture this husband will evade you. My question is if all that is asked of the book why then get married? Why not be a nun or priest since they believe they have been called to marry God so to speak, and if one believes that God is a man…. Isn’t that same sex marriage? (Abomination) My point here is this, my mother is no saint and has had a mind of her own for as long as I can remember. However, my dad thinks she walks on water and rightly so. He loves her in spite of who she was and is and vice versa. They saw each other in a flawed state and together formed a perfect union. I am not saying one should hitch themselves to a leach but nobody is perfect and when we look to certain institutions and the damn self help books we find another personal short coming to harp on and this keeps us from love because subconsciously we feel unworthy.
For me The Alchemist has another story to tell about love. It tells us that Love is greatest power in the universe but we must follow our “personal legend” not mange our emotions with distractions like some of the books I have read. All that means is when you stop saving the world or doing some noble task you will just back to thinking. Your mind can be a dangerous place and sometimes your thoughts are hovering around the past and begin the Monday morning quarter back which leads to emotions of regret, guilt, and sadness. Poetry has been so cathartic for me in this respect for me the worse the circumstance the better the art, I suppose. In any case, no matter what has come and gone or come back again, I have my obligations that some how keep me going. I find inspiration in my students, I get confirmation from audiences that come to my poetry shows that something I said resonates with them. In light of all these connections, love is the most precious gift of all.
I have been following the laws of attraction and I believing God’s promise to me. I just want to love and be loved. In “Love” we find our highest self!
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