The month dedicated to Black History was designed to educate the future of their past. It services as a tool to enlighten them about the very soil they have been planted in, to blossom; encouraging them to plant more seeds once they have bloomed. Every story builds a heritage paved with heroics. Whether it was marching to prevent from being trampled, or refusing to stand to take a back seat. It has been a journey, but there’s still ground to cover
, and more places to discover. The pen hasn’t run out of ink, so the story will continue to be written!!!! AB (AmazinglyBrash)
Every human contemplates evil, but it takes a certain type of “man” to act on the impulse. We are all created equal, but some rise above and some fall below, while others settle for their birth right. We don’t maximize on our development or exhaust our creativity; Yet, we belittle the success of champions to build esteem for those who finish behind them. We have to stop justifying the acts of the undisciplined, by testing the will of the disciplined. As a nation, we are morally bankrupt. Our tax dollars are supporting low-esteem and killing dreams in the process. “Everybody makes mistakes” but the IRS will capitalize on them!!!!
We fight for the strength to maintain happiness and we pray for the comfort of a steady lifestyle, hoping the devil doesn’t knock at our door. We vary in faith, but are common in flesh. We believe in winning, but hate to see others lose. We are a kind and loving race that commits acts of the mind, which blackens our spirits. Some are birthed in questions; others, with answers, either way we’re searching to be linked. Study so much, learn so little, and capable of everything. We are mankind; full of possibilities, amazed by the impossible, but exist in the fact. We dream life while living our dreams. We’re fighters of happiness! We are God’s children! We are love!!!!
I will not beg for your affection, but I will make myself available to receive it. I love you with every chamber of my heart, but you have my blood clotting making it impossible to live. My best is what you’re getting, yet you continue to reject it. I respect your fear of getting hurt, but you’re too self-absorbed to realize I am taking the same risk; shit, you are too self-indulged to realize that you’re hurting me. It’s my purpose to pour my passion, not force you to drink it. I am halfway out the door; you can invite me back in, or ask me to leave. Choose, because if I have to, the door will be closed behind me and the distance between us will be insurmountable. We were eye to eye when the contract between us was signed, now you barely look my way. I am not trying to guilt you, just pointing out what you are guilty of!!!!
When we lose faith in love, we lose faith in the ability to submit to it. Love isn't something we think about, but something we feel then identify in our thoughts. The heart drives, and the mind navigates. Our principles, preferences, and lifestyles are "the address"; and, spirituality, morality, and emotional well being are "the destination". When we experience some discomfort in the journey, we tend to think liberation will come in the form of "ignoring the navigational systems", "confusing the driver", "visiting many addresses", and "forgetting our destination". Remember, blind faith is staying on course no matter hard the obstacles.
I am trapped in your hug; the first time I felt your heart beat against mine it drove me out of my mind. The only sanity was knowing your embrace would be my future as long as I didn’t live in the past. I have heard songs about this feeling; now they all make sense. They say I’m a fool for falling so fast, but they haven’t experienced the certainty of love. What was once wise words are now other-wise. You don’t have a choice when it’s the real thing. It’s a hurdle too high to jump and a hole too steep to climb out of; it’s an emotion too strong to run from. The greater thing is you don’t want to try to jump, climb, or run; you want its fate to become your faith. Dam, this feels so good it hurts. I have lusted; been infatuated, but could never understand what I was missing in being in-love. Always seen the tears and disregarded the smile; now I see the tears existed because they cherished the smiles. I never understood home until you wrapped your arms around me!!!!
I am attracted to older women, but what are they going to do with a man in his 30′s that doesn’t believe in sex before commitment? I am a young 30 with no children, a roommate (ex-girlfriend), and an idealist. I think young women are appealing; but once they are appealed, my wisdom, maturity, and contentment will ultimately bore them, making them grow too fast and deny them the experience of experimenting. Now, the women my age are ready for children, family, but are still searching for self. They aren’t ready to connect because they are too busy getting over their twenties and worried about their 40′s. I can’t consider being gay but men aren’t that attractive or maybe I am not attracted to them. I love my male friends, but dating them isn’t an option. So, where does an intelligent, thought provoking, moral driven man that’s wise beyond his years find a wife? I say, he waits patiently until he is granted a wish; a once in a lifetime event when two meet and their hearts are made for one another. I say, he waits for his path to reach an intersection at the same time her path meets one. At that moment they will have two options….walk in opposite directions or continue their journey together. Until our paths cross I will continue site seeing, window shopping, and smiling at couple’s that have acquired what has eluded me!!!!