poetry attempt fail, or something like that

kissing you 

touching 

hands freely roaming

our bodies in tune with each other

tantalizing whispers

cries of passion

delight

i don't want this moment to end

let's stay here in our world

nothing else matters

in another lifetime, perhaps

in another lifetime

us.

nothing but words...

the heart wants what it wants
sometimes what it wants
it can't have

but it loves anyway
and it dismisses  the red flags
the road closures
the "do not pass go" signs

once that happens
it's too late to turn back
and you're stuck
that's never a good thing

heart of mine
how do i stop the ache?
what do i do to numb the pain?
how do i stop the tears from falling down my face?

Much Ado About Nothing

Greetings bloggies,

How is everyone tonight?  Happy Sunday evening.  So when last we met, my fair city was facing impending doom and gloom (according to the weather people) and if you saw the barren grocery store aisles, you would think the end of the world was coming.  Happy to report that Tropical Storm Bill was nothing but a bunch of hot air.  Really. We got rain, some of it severe, but nothing like what was forecast.  Luck was on our side this time.  But hey, it's Hurricane season, this will happen again, just hopefully not here.

Moving on.

Happy Father's Day to all the daddies out there, I hope your day was a great one.  I spent the early afternoon with my dad and my siblings and nieces and nephew. Quality family time -nothing like it.

I hope all of you are doing well. I plan to visit your blogs (as many as I can get to) tonight.  You have been warned.  :)

Well guys, it's Sunday, new week ahead full of endless possibilities.  Go out and make it happen.


Peace.

Hunker Down: The Calm Before the Storm...

Back in 2008, in Houston, Texas (where I live y'all) a menacing Hurricane by the name of Ike, hit the Gulf Coast, and wreaked havoc  all across the board.  Ike was no joke.  Houston was brought down that day.  I remember that the morning before the storm touched land, city and county officials held a press conference to tell us what measures they were taking to make sure we were all safe.  There was a lot of "blah blah blah" said that morning, but what I will always remember is a county official uttering these now infamous words "Hunker down Houston, hunker down!"  And so, that became our mantra.  People made jokes about it.  After all, most of us had never heard that saying before.  Ok, ok, "I" had never heard of that saying before.  At any rate, it stuck.  And now, some seven years later, we are faced with the impending arrival of Tropical storm Bill.  Bill is slated to hit land in the wee hours of the morning.  At least that was what the last weather report projected.  And with that threat, the "Hunker down, Houston" chant has begun.    Ready or not, here Bill comes.

It's amusing to me how much the media plays a part in the hysteria that seems to have taken over our city.  Empty aisles at the grocery stores, no water, no bread, no canned goods.  On my way home I stopped to fill my gas tank and had to wait almost an hour in line,   Apparently, every person heading North on I-45 had the same idea as me.

I really hope this storm fizzles out during the night because our bayous and lakes have not yet recovered from the floods of Memorial Day weekend just three weeks ago and some people are still homeless because of the damage that storm caused to their properties, others lost their lives or were seriously injured.  So while I make light of the "Hunker down" saying and the panic mode this city seems to be in,  by no means am I making light of the loss and devastation that took place recently and may take place again.  Hopefully not.

So dear bloggies,  if you pray, please keep us in mind.  I'm tired of all of this rain and am seriously considering building an ark.  

Peace.

the return of my blog and myself

i have not written anything in four months and a few days

at all

anything

nothing

not.one.word.

as a self-proclaimed writer and all

this is unacceptable

but  words that once flowed out of my mind 

and the feeling i got when i couldn't wait to get them on the blank screen

suddenly

just stopped

i tried to write

i tried 

but nothing happened and soon,

writing became work instead of pleasure

and that's when i shut down

thankfully

it's not a forever thing

and my thirst and hunger for writing 

has returned

the poetry book that  i started in janauary

still sits unfinished

 

the short essays that i started in february

are waiting for me to go back to them

and complete them

the ideas swirling in my head

keep reminding me that if i don't write

no one will read my masterpieces

and that, my bloggies

would be a travesty

and so

i'm back, again.

the need to create, to write to bring my stories to life

is back

stay tuned...