Monday Music Musings: MAGIC

Some days I just want some smooth easy reggae sounds to listen to with the windows down and the music so loud everyone can hear it and that’s when I put MAGIC on.

Because sometimes I want to put on that red dress, let my hair down and hope no one kills the magic.

For your listening pleasure on this beautiful Monday!

In a Series of Events

In a series of events
I discovered something new.

Everything which was once tucked away
Has risen to the top.

An overflow-
emotions spewing over—lava
A volcano—the essence of all I am.

A catastrophic engagement
Lit up everything.

That which never existed,
Began to run askew.
Confusion arose in a passionate kiss.

Awakening my spirit,
Through the chaos, into the world
Creating its release.

The wall came tumbling down
In the instant, your lips met mine.

The moment you looked at me;
My world shifted,
My mind fled
Escaping reality.

An Empty Love Letter

Even though I don’t know who you are, I know that you are the one. At least, I imagine, that, you are the one. The person I will spend the rest of my days with. You will comfort me in my darkest hours. You will watch over me, love me, and caress me,  that is what I tell myself.

You will listen to my thoughts, you will tell me they are silly but, you will encourage all of my dreams. You will fill the void within my bed with sweetened moments of bliss and joy as you wrap your arms around me, providing  me with the safety of your embrace.

We will build memories of our shared life together. We will share our favorite memories and the bitter ones, too. Because,I will remember, forever, the first time you made me cry and how mad I was at you.

I will remember when…. but, that moment has yet to come.

I sit and gaze up at a starless sky. I I whisper to the wind waiting for an answer, waiting to hear your name bellowed in the breeze.

Instead, the wind just howled at me, wooed me away.

I think about this love that’s waiting for me. In the space far away from waking and inbetween the deep sleep is where I meet you now. A dream world where the stars are in your eyes. Then, I wake, alone, again in my empty bed.

As I lay awake, alone in the dark, I think about the moments of loneliness I endure at night.  Then, I close my eyes again, to fall asleep.  I doze off just to meet you once again in a place that’s out of reach. And in the morning, as I wake, I wonder if you dream about me too?

Eternally yours,

The Soul of My Blog?

Blogging is an adventurous outlet, with an innate freedom of expression that allows you to explore the weirdest ideas that could come about. Maybe you are able to traverse the confines of your soul and release them with new words, or maybe you just write. One time I told someone they wouldn’t find my blog, to which they responded that they would. I was told they would, one day.

Then this question arose.

Why do you want me to find your blog, who said I wanted to see your soul?

I laughed a bit at this. My response was it’s really not my soul.

I never think of my blog or my writing for that matter as a way to view my soul, but today I thought about this comment and thought about my blog.

Why do I write?

I always ask myself this question and I never have a concrete answer. I write just because I like to and I think I have a way with words. Sometimes my emotions may gear my writing, life might influence the words and other times something around me just sparks the fuse of my imagination and the explosion of words erupts with a big bang (it’s usually the latter). For instance, Would You was inspired while I was at the gym and Shawn Mendes’ Mercy started playing on my Pandora station. There is nothing very deep or interesting about where the inspiration for this particular poem came from but it turned into something; it popped into my head, poof! just like magic.

I would be lying if I said life didn’t inspire me but it doesn’t always move my inner soul to reveal itself. There are times when I write these sordid tales that might make you cringe or a sappy love story at times when I might not believe in love. Then, I will shift gears and write a poem about a ghost, that’s Casper’s cousin. I may even kill someone off in a tale and smile when I’m done writing it and it’s not because that’s what lies deep inside, it’s because that’s what the muses pushed into my mind.

I’m not sure if they ever found my blog, I don’t know if they will ever read the posts but I hope they keep in mind there’s more between the lines. Writing is a part of who I am, it is a part of my soul but it does not reveal my soul. Writing for me is a journey of exploration and a way to let my imagination run free.

Let’s Share: simplykeshiia

I met Keshia through a mutual friend and when she found out that I had a blog she asked me if I would be willing to write a post for her. I checked out her blog  SimplyKESHIIA and saw that she provides beauty tips and tricks along with product reviews. She hasn’t blogged in a while but I am pleased to know that she has started up again. So I agreed but found myself a little intimidated by the idea of the beauty blog. So I toyed around with some ideas that I had and this is what I came up with.

I am also very grateful for her kind words.

DEEPER THAN BEAUTY BY : ARTEMIS DELMAR

 

Love

Love falls from the stars above
To guide us through a change.

One in which our lives converge
Finding our new way.

These bodies shift into new forms
Faltering through the lust,
Then
Emerging out of sin.

Walking to the light of love,
Removing all our fears.

Without a broken heart you see
You can never know the bliss;
Of whence true love’s kiss, awakens you within.