Unfinished Project......

"Untitled "

"Hands cuffed over your ears

Because you said you couldn't stand 

The crying...

But your constant push 

Caused the painful break

Like melting ice my once solid love......

Is turning into hate

Though we have often mended our differences...

Those seams always seem to come unraveled

And we end up tangled in the undone pieces

Causing the  fragile heart to be shaken

But this time....it's gone a little to far....

The crying can't be tamed......the rip cannot be repaired 

Walk away...allow whats left to remain

Regret ignites with the flame of resentment   

Causing the roar of crying to be unbearable 

Even to me....

The "show"

"The Show"

Act 1 scene 5

Now is my Showtime

Going Live

Happy face on as I pretend

Playing the part 

Consisting of smiles and giggles 

Nothing close to what I'm actually feel inside

I take it in Stride

And continue to play my role

But when the lights go out

The true story unfolds

Tears and smudged makeup

Once I cross the threshold

Blow ups and backups caused

From business demands

However the Show must go on

Prepare your face for your fans

All that hurt and pain you gotta erase

Replace it with your style and Grace

Get ready.....

Act 1 scene  6

Is about to take place........

Your Side

The more steps I take,

You deepen your stride,

Your running from me

When I'm just trying to be by your side,

Growing weary,eyes getting teary,

When you speed through our dealings,

Never had feelings so strong......

So I continue to walk on

Abiding in God,

Hoping and praying 

You'll eventually realize 

All I want....is to be by your side.... 

Stripped

Strip Me
Help me strip down
The attire I’ve been clothed in
Remove it all so that there is nothing
Hold me tight
Until I’m used to the air
That beats around me  from all directions
All me to feel your skin against mine
Just to know your there
When those moments of despair creep in
Let it not come between you and I
Instead draw me even closer
To you
Allowing us 2 to become 1
And even if just for a  moment
Let the  warmth from your skin
Warm mine
Until I’m used to the air…
That beats around me  from all directions
Now that I’m stripped free in front of you.

God Sends me Love Letters :-)

I was reading another blog(Higher Dimension Church-Houston Texas) when I got inspired for this blog posting God is good because I believe he sent me directly to their page to read this because I was filled!! The blog talked about the Woman at the well in John 4:7-9.  As you can tell from some of my older blog posts, I am a hopeless romantic. I know that true Love exists and I long for it. However, as the blog post says, we sometimes chase things that we always leave us thirsty after a while, but God will give us everlasting living water. Once we drink this water, we will never thirst again. So some of the things I look for in a man. I begin to look for in God. I love letters. Love notes. This is what I saw while "getting to know" God. I hope you like it. Please feel free to leave comments or feedback. God Bless sand thanks for stopping by. ~Taye

"God Sent me a Love Letter"

God sent me a love letter today,

He always sends them at the right time ....

Always showing his love in the best way...

This morning I could have 

saw a smile the sun rise

And those beautiful flowers I like...

I know I saw one of them wink their eyes

On lunch even though I didn't need then

The cook gave me extra fries....

On the way home those five lights

That always seem to be redone after the other

We're green...all of them,,,

God knows I like that....

And dispute my constant

Chit chat about this and that

He sent me a word....

Don't worry about tomorrow  either

I got that....

Then I read where he wrote....I know the plans

I have for you....

Spelled it out for me when

He said I will never leave you or forsake you

God sent me a love letter today

He shows it in all the things he do....

And if you look out for it

I'm sure he sent you one too......

There is more to life than Yesterday ......

Sometimes we find ourselves holding on to things. Not knowing exactly when to let go and move on. We can't always hold on to yesterday ...it will cause us to miss out on today.  Be blessed!  Leave your feedback/ comments. Part two coming soon. ~Taye 

"Yesterday "

Yesterday was all I had

So I cling to it

Remaining asleep 

Held captive by my own fear

A permanent seat

 viewing 

A reoccurring nightmare 

Tired of the same old thing

But I'm comfortable

If I could just move 

Maybe I could wake up

And this dream would be over

But I'm so comfortable 

This incubus has been going on for so long

Is there really anything else...

Most likely not

This may be something ill have to accept

Cause yesterday is all I have...

Then I woke up......

                    

        To be continued.........

Finding a Piece of Mind.......

In life, I think we all have things we have done that we are not proud of. I am no different from anyone else in the world. I'm thankful that I have picked up a habit of writing to let that shame out instead of  holding on to it. As Lauryn Hill says,"You gotta find your peace of mind." I found mine and I pray to God you find yours. Hope you enjoy reading this. God bless ya'll! Please leave your comments/feedback. Thanks

 Love ~ Taye

These Hands

My hands

Permanently stained

Once beautiful and brown

Now tainted

So I hide them ashamed

Water and soap can’t help

Tried so hard to use that to remove

The pain….or maybe as a cover

But the constant scrubbing

Only drives me insane…and still

After all that

The blood remains on those hands

Causing me to abstain from

Moving on in life

For the fear that I may touch

And stain somebody else

So I try to get high

As often as I can

From the ink of the pen

Thinking maybe this time

These hands might write

Some peace to cover the shame

These hands have caused.

"One 4 the Team"

"One 4 The Team"

How is it that the  person that 

knows your heart the best

Be the one to hurt it the most

As close as we are

I would think you would know  my desires

I made the team, but I never get to play

I feel like Lebron on the side lines

Truly capable of a championship

Yet…I’m benched

passed over again

and all I want is to see you…

us……win

All you gotta do

Is let me in

Sitting back watching you get hurt

Takes me from 0 to 10

Then again maybe it aint  time

But In due time

I know Your a baller in the game

So I won’t complain

I can only sit back and hope

To be a starter

On your team one day

My name is Taye....and I'm an Addict.....

Everybody has some sort of an addiction or another. Some drink, some smoke, over eat etc.  I had a moment to reflect and think about my own addictions. Outside of my Shoe addiction....lol I was inspired to write this poem, Leave your feed back and let me know about your addictions. Also, leave your feedback and comments on the poem below. Thanks for stopping by. God Bless ~Taye

"I'm an Addict"

I'm out of the delusional stage

No longer will I deny

My name is Taye and I

Am an addict...

Tonight as I here in my bed and cry

I realized I would give up

All I have for a small dose

Of what most take for granted

Some Love...

But not the kind you see on TV

The kind they sing about in those old song

You what made a man like Lenny breakdown

The kind that got Teddy P Inspired about

No doubt I'm an addict cause

at this Moment still trying to fund a way to get it

You would think the pain

From love in the past would make me forget it

But like a fiend without his heroine .....

I'm sick.....

Love is truly an influence

It's clear I can live without....

So I don't want to get clean...

Forever a love fiend ......

Inspired By..... Donald Goines

Love?.......or is this just a crush?......

I was asked, " Do you believe in Love at first sight?" I didn't know how to respond then. I took a moment and thought about it. After a while, I was able to come up with this for an answer. Let me know what you think. Leave you answer to the question. do you believe in love at first sight. Thanks for reading God bless. ~Taye


Sparked an interest at first glance
Stole my heart with your first words
Not even sure what I heard you say
Just wanted you to keep talking
Stumbling.....
Trying not to let my discombobulated
Mannerisms show
Can't help but let my thoughts
Shift to
What you like to do?......
How deep are you?.....
And what kinda music do you listen to?...
Now I'm just fishin
Still not paying attention
Engulfed in those eyes....
Them I realize
We have no ties
Your just saying
My shoe is untied...
Dang......

This for you.....just you......

Some poem speak for themselves. This happens to be one of those poems.  As Drake say "You know a lot of girls be...thinking my songs about them, but

This is not to get confused, this ones for you..."  Ok with that said....you...this is for you. Thanks for reading. Plead leave your feedback and comments. Thanks ~Taye

"The Unveiling"

You have succeeded 

Where others have failed

So my inhibitions

I'm willing to lay down

My vail

This box that was once preserved 

Is now reserved....

Just for you

So...

Please be gentle 

As you begin to unravel

My box.....

I'll leave a little bit open..

For you to peak in and view

Just want you to see

What you about to get into

Just know once you dig in

It's gonna get intense 

So in a sense.....ima drive you crazy

But don't be alarmed 

We about to have a moment of bliss

I know the way to a man heart is through his stomach

So have a taste of this

If you up for it.....come 

Lets seal it with a kiss...

The Downside of being a Super Woman

I am a Super Woman! I start my day of with yes I can, and yes I will! According to my calculations...I get 26 hours of work done in a 24 hour period. Lol  I see other Super Women around me on a daily basis. Sometimes we tend to get drowned out by "bad bitches" and the "ratchets". Not to demean any other women, but that's what society and sterol term types have labeled majority of black women. Anyway, I found myself writing these poems after becoming frustrated  from being stereotyped as an "average Tv Black women". Just because you see black angry women on tv...doesn't mean we all are. Some of us get up every morning and put all we have into the day to make a difference. Anyway...I'm just venting. I'll leave it here. Please leave your feedback and comments. Good Bless ~Taye

"Untitled "

I look upon a picture

She stands alone

She seems to be holding

everything In place

No smile on her face

Looks as if she is staring in space

Emotionally deprived she is

But the picture remains perfect

As the color on one side

Of the picture begins to fade

She shifts her position

Adding more weight on her

Shoulder….

Yet the picture remains perfect

I feel her pain

And  her  face  remains the same

But another color begins to run

As again another fades

She ducks, stretches &

Moves ....

never missing a beat

 This picture is so pretty

That bears a high cost 

That she carries everyday ....

 

I wish I could talk like that......

I found myself falling in Love with poetry again this week. I found some poetry by Ethridge Knight(one of my favorite poets) and Langston Hughes that I have never read before. Not only did I love the pieces I read..I felt my pen come alive. Normally I would share with you some life experience that I feel you should take away from the poem I wrote...unfortunately this week I don't.  Lol All I can say is I got my groove back with something I'm passionate about.  It gets me, high, horny and  drunk all at the same time.(I have never been high by the way...lol I am not saying its ok to do drugs. Just say no) anyway....lol these are my feelings after I read my favorite poets. I hope you guys enjoy. Please leave your feedback, comments or complaints. God Bless ~Taye

Speaking in Tongues 

What is this language that you speak to me?

So intoxicating

I find parts of me pulsating

t the sound of every other word

All caught up in you

And this new infatuation

I've found....

Becoming more  inebriated 

The more you speak in that tongue

I find it harder to continue

To try to keep the thought 

Of you going up my thigh

Or more 

I know it's wrong

But with words like that 

How can I say no

Just as I stand up to go

You spit another verse

It hits me like ammo

You struck me I'm down

Take..me...all of me

Put you inside of me

Let yourself release

So I spit that same language 

That ........poetry

Just a random thought.........

Random 

Does it make sense to continue to fill a glass

When there is an unquenchable thirst

Will it continue to be worth it

After the first thrill wears off

Is it Enough to drown out my past

Move me on to play on new turf

Or will I get sick

Cause I'm full from drinking this and that

body is full but soul unfulfilled

Still thinking .....yet I keep drinking

Getting a lesson

that was billed to the game

But I'm mentally sinking

Think I'm going insane

So i take another

drink to maintain

Stuck In a constant cycle

Wondering if ill be able to get out

And the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us!

I love Whitney Houston! I'm sad that I liked her music while she was alive, but I never took the time to appreciate her words. "Your Love is My Love" a beautiful song, but it took her dying for me to actually pay attention to what she was saying. Her line "and the chains of Amistad couldn't hold us" how inspiring is that? For those who don't know what the Amistad or "la Amistad" is, I suggest you google it or watch the movie "Amistad". Lol

Anyway, once enslaved we as a people are still maintaining and archiving in 2012. My poem below demonstrates how mentally altering being beat down, we allow ourselves to be "captured" or "enslaved" . Be encouraged! Not only have my ancestors overcome, but my God overcame the world so we can all be free! Be blessed thanks for stoping by. Please comment or leave any suggestions that you may have. I would love to hear/ read your feedback. Thanks. ~Taye

“Untitled”

So we have fallen

But can we not get up

World got me believing I’m stuck

But I gotta look up

Sight hazy from “life’s pollen”

Looked lovely like a Daffodil

Lured by the sight & got stung by a Bee

Wasn’t expecting to feel such pain

Tried to hold it in, but that can drive you insane

They say every man sent to war

Comes back with some signs of it

Well I must be dirty, broken and fucked up

Many battle wounds

But I’m amongst a few

That declined life’s grave

Still standing

Demanding that I be released

From my chains

Yes I have fallen

But I have looked up

My chains were used to make me stand

Then broken on command as he said

“it is done”

Thinking outside of the box......and making the Box into furniture

I first want to apologize for the long wait between post. I have had writer's block for the last week or so. Recently, heard someone say," when you have Writer's block, write about the block."   It was funny at first. Then i took the time to think about the blocks I have in my life. Though I'm still working on turning some of those blocks into furniture,I was able to put a block on paper. Hoping you enjoy what I have written. I would love to hear your feedback. Regular posts should resume shortly. Thankyou for stopping by.  ~Taye

It Don't Hurt Now

My heart is torn 

But it's not all pain

Tear stain present

Yet I'm not a woman scorn

Didn't think you were leaving

Anymore

I love you was the last thing you said

When you walked out the door

Thing is it don't hurt now

I've found someone to make me smile

All the tears you've caused

He has wiped them away

Trusting someone was paused

I'm pressing play 

Now I'm no longer

Seeing 50 shades of gray

He has me seeing in HD

Life is looking lovely

Although I'm still waiting 

for you to come to me and say

I'm not leaving anymore 

You are the one I adore

Until then I'll stay

Letting his love sink in

Where my heart is torn

No I'm not scorned

But no longer will I morn...... I'm moving on

Heartache don't last always....trust me :-)

Heartache is hard to bounce back from it sometimes leads us to doubt ourselves,become bitter and sometimes build walls up. I once heard a woman say, " I would rather have a bee sting me a million times. Maybe the (physical) pain would distract me from my soul pain. At least I knew how to soothe physical pain." That is so true! I was inspired to write about this not only because I have experience heartache , but because I read on a good friend and sister of mines blog(nogirlsbestfriend.blogspot.com) that we need God to heal those past hurts.  Secondly, also taken from Lindsey's blog, "without those hurts without those experiences, I would never know what it feels like to love, be loved, hurt and to be hurt" I encourage you guys to go over and read her full blog. I know breaking up/ heartache hurts like hell. Just remember, you are being molded and prepared for someone better. The below poems are just me releasing my hurt through my pen. I couldn't cry anymore. So like Jay-z made the song cry......I had to make my paper cry. Thanks for reading today. Don't forget to leave your comments, questions and feedback. Be blessed!  ~Taye

 Heart Abuse

Though my heart beats for you

yours seems to stand still for me

Present yet lifeless

Tried to resuscitate

but your heart still never 

seemed to reciprocate.

Can’t make you love me,

But I thought I could  try

 My love was greeted

with a goodbye

Now I'm here losing sleep

Wondering what did wrong

Cause if I was all you wanted

Why didn't it work?

Still trying to find a way

To deal with the hurt

I think it may be too late

My heart has gone cold

No need to invigorate

This heart has been battered

To a state of death

"Untitled" August 24-9:38pm

Don't worry

You don't have to explain

Lets let this paper will absorb 

The pain your about to pass on to me

Yes I know

She is what you need

I'm not mad at all...I know u gotta leave

U say u had feelings for me...

But I'm unsure

Good friends we can be

I still got your back....

All it cost me was my heart

Well at least a big part

Can't say Irish I wouldn't have met you

Cause in the mist of the whirlwind 

We was all up in

My soul mate met me there

Stripped me of my vesture of life

And allowed me to be comfortable bear

Those memories and feelings

Let's leave them here

And let the paper absorb the pain

You have passed on to me.