When A Man Loves Woman

When he dedicates his life
There is no one else there
Other than himself and his future wife
No one will dare interfere

He notices that there is no competition
Also is no popularity that exist
It’s just him and you
And that lovely tension of our kiss

To him, Hands Never Raise
He realizes that there are Differences
And some things can be dealt with in
More Fashionable Ways

He will treat you like a gift
Something not like any other
Cherish it as a kid
Love it until there is no further

No needs for sweet talk
Just give the love she desires
Treat her like a woman adult
Not like a person with no feelings
and is a compulsive liar

Love is more than feelings
It is what keeps you alive and breathing
Without it
There is no meaning

So do not waste any time playing games
Make something of it
Because every woman is not the same
Does not mean one bit
That you hurt and Damage
and not take the Blame

But that one that treats you unconditionally
With everything that you dreamed and can imagine
Comes together with all the desired answers
Of how and why a Man Loves A Woman

There is a reason for everything……

Vanelle
Copyright © 2009-2011

Natural

Sometimes i miss you like the sun misses the sunlight at night
like the grass misses the rain
like a shivering tree misses its leaves
in the deep winter’s freeze.

Sometimes i miss you.
You make me smile like good news.
You make me mello like your rythm and my blues
Sometimes i call for you like the warm wind calls young
children to play in June.

Your words echo in my mind like a scream down a long empty hall
i hear you.
how much do i love you?
like how many times does the sea crash against the beach..
indefinetely

Kya’s Story

si_love2@hotmail.com

Positive!!! I can’t believe this, my whole life flashed before my eyes. It seems just

yesterday I was a young girl growing up in the 80’s. Life couldn’t get much better than

planet rock on the radio and skating to play it at your own risk at the roller rink. That’s

when I was funky fresh 2 death, blazen- shouting out “ho now & whip-whip”. Back when

I jumped double-dutch and played hide and go get it in the park after dark. Going

swimming at the community pool and eating free lunch in the park. (Remember those

bolonga and cheese sandwiches or that thick peanut butter and jelly on the round roll.)

Fighting with the girls in the neighborhood about my boyfriend not knowing he was

supposed to be ‘what’ their boyfriend. Life was simple before the weed smoking, 40

drinking, M.D. 20/20 strawberry banana red sipping, cutting class, playing hooky and

running from the truant officer.

1983 jumbos now on the scene, everybody trying to clock them dollars,

turned wanna be gangsters and hustlers. Big Daddy Kane said, “anything goes when it comes

to hoes cause pimping ain’t easy.” Now ain’t that the truth cause crack was

the pimp and it made me its hoe! Now I’m living in hell with this unquenchable thirst.

Doing what I do, by any means necessary, what ever works to get that next fix, that blast.

Never quite like the first, but trying to make this hit last. Life was simple

before county lockup with the jones. My body’s aching stomach hurts I’m crying out,

“Please God take this pain away from me, I promise I won’t use anymore.”

Mid 90’s I’m coming home clean and sober. Brighter

days are here. I’m working got a new car, apartment, and a new man. Life couldn’t get

much better than this, so it seems, there are some rumors going around town about the

true love that I’ve found. They say, “do you know he got that batman, that thang –thang,

the As-I-Die-Slowly.” I don’t believe nothing they say, I’m going to get checked to prove

them all wrong, because my man loves me and he wouldn’t keep something like that

from me. The doctor’s office called, it took 2 weeks for the results to come in, my

appointment tomorrow at noon. As I anxiously sit in the waiting area I hear my name

called. I follow the nurse to where the doctor is waiting, he asks me to sit down, checks

his chart turns to me and says, “Ms. Brown I’m sorry to inform you that you are HIV positive.”

Positive –‘DAMN’ I’m positive.

After being told that your HIV Positive, so much runs thru ones mind. I want to live I don’t

want to die. Why did this happen to me? What do I tell my family, how will my friends treat me.

How could the man that I love do this to me? The drive home was grueling, I stopped off to the

neighborhood bar for drinks to calm my nerves some. Got to tell my man what he’s done,

‘DAMN!’ For the first time in a long time everything in my life was going right. Was there

something In my past that I had to atone for, If so why does the repayment have to be death? I

feel like I’m being punished, Why me?

My nerves are still a mess, so I have one more drink then I leave. I get to the house my man

is there. I go inside and take off my jacket, I sit down beside him, he asks how was my day and tell him what the

doctor said. He denies that it was he who has given me this disease. I tell him what my friends were saying. He

became angry then punches me in my face!!!! And that punch lead to other punches followed by

kicks, he beat me to a bloody pulp. And as he left the house he spit on me while my lifeless body

laid on that living room floor.

I was bleeding, crying, hurting, and feeling sorry for myself on that living room floor. So

much runs through ones mind. Maybe he didn’t give it to me. Maybe it’s me. But I knew better, I

know for a fact that it was my man who handed me this death sentence like he was judge and jury

himself. Now I’m wondering, How many others have fallen pray to his ill disregard for life? How

many innocent victims he has left behind? Yes, victims for Love, We are victims for wanting

someone to love us, victims for wanting to give our love unconditional. Victims because we had listened to a

man that said all the right things, “your beautiful, I need you, you complete me, I Love You.”

So much runs through ones mind. As I lay in this hospital bed looking back, Dear hearts

choose life. Choose life, there is no one more important then yourself. If he says that

“the condom is too tight”, “doesn’t fit”, “it doesn’t feel natural”, “why should he have too”…

Love yourself enough and CHOOSE TO LIVE!

Untitled Feeling…Pt I..

Sometimes I lay here thinking to myself
On how my life has changed
Even through I been threw so much in my past
And I thought that I would never be able to love again
God has done his magic and blessed me with you.

And now I have you in my life
And you shown me how to let go of the excess shit
That has no meaning at all
And opened up my heart to love again.

How do I tell you this?
That I have fallen in love with you
More with the thought that I have you to be my baby
Then the fact that the sex we indulge in is something so incredible.

And every time I think about it, I get so weak to my knees
And my body fiends for your love like some type of drug
I guess I know the true meaning of being sprung
Because that what I am, Sprung with a capital S.

Baby I’m so grateful for you and you should know that
Since I tell you every single day
How much I LOVE YOU
And how much you mean the world to me.

I guess what I trying to say is
You make my world stay spinning
And without you
I can’t stay focus or on point.

But Thank you for being the sexy individual you are
With all the flaws that you think can’t make dime status
To me you are my perfect 10
I know I’m sounding all mushy
But the feeling I have inside for you are genuine, just know that.

Lyrikal~Soul 2006 (c)

Eyes Of A Tiger

Fierce Attitude and A warm repeated beat
A Sharp mind with a Judge and Grand Jury
Prowls the Plains with the Sight of a King
The Eyes that cannot be interpretted by
a Scientist, Hunter, or Anything

Actions and Intentions Understood Only
By its mind so complex
Known To The World as a Wild Creature
But Never Acknowlegded as an Animal
with a Focus

Do not Underestimate the Silence,
The Cuddling Acts, and Peaceful Soul
Intrude on its Territory, Once It
sees You, It turns Into a battle

Look into its face, you dare
and it Will Sense Fear Like A Sound to the Ear.

Even A Hunter Looking For It With Eyes Of Fire
Does Not Realize He Is Not Only Being
Watched But Hunted By The Eyes Of A Tiger

Vanelle
Copyright © 2009-2011

Questioned Vows

You made the vows to love, to honor, and to keep me protected, but in a fit of outrage those duties you neglected. How could a weekend of joy end so horrifically wrong, how could something so senseless, shake a foundation so strong? We should have stood against the enemy that was trying to rip us apart, instead it was you who put the dagger in my heart. Now the hands that I look to for comfort in my times of distress, are the same hands that I despise, the root of the pain that I possess. At the time everything seemed all too surreal, now the truth of the matter is that you no longer appeal. How could you as my husband raise your hands to my face, not to gently stroke me, but to cause such disgrace? You struck me not once or twice, but three times or more, and yet I am the woman that you claim to adore. You hit me like I was a stranger off the streets, and for your own survival, it was me you had to defeat. You choked me and belittled me while pulling my hair, there’s a monster and my marriage that I thought would never be there. All this going on while you were driving the car, you endangered our lives, how could you take your anger that far? “Let us out, let us out”, I repeatedly screamed, but you wouldn’t budge, it was worse than any nightmare that I’d ever dreamed. “Somebody help me,” I shouted, as I continued to struggle, then you had the nerves to ask me if I wanted to snuggle… But then a minute later, you dealt another blow, I was at the hands of a stranger, no one I would ever care to know. I sat there hopeless not provoking you at all, trying to fight back, but for survival on Jesus I had to call. My son sat in fear as I begged and I pleaded, my painful cries you heard, but yet you proceeded. Now we can’t even disagree without him thinking we’ll fight, you see you’ve scarred him as well, will he ever be alright? I depended on you to teach him to be a man, now I must pray that no woman falls victim to his hands. I vowed to love you for the rest of my life, but that was long before I became a battered wife. Now I find myself questioning the vows that I made, not due to a wandering heart, but a heart that’s been betrayed. We said together till death do us part, I know that includes our earthly lives, but what about a dying heart? I want you to hold me but I can’t stand to feel your touch, yes I still love you, but I hate you just as much. The hatred may subside, the love surely will go on, though I am now standing weak where I used to stand strong. You doubted me as your wife, diminished my concerns for you, we vowed to walk as one, but yet you still see us walking as two. Remember it is always my intentions to see you do well, any downfalls of yours, are just as equally my hell. Because I took my vows seriously to stand by your side, to walk with you as one, and in my place as your wife to always take pride. I still hold my head high, though I’m walking in shame, is this the price I must pay for wearing your name? If that is the case, the price I cannot afford, to ask that of me is highly absurd. I’ve been trying my best to finally forgive, but have my days as your wife been sadly short lived? To others it may seem that I’m doing so well, but deep inside I’ve been going through nothing but hell. My heart is now torn between staying and walking away, so many good times shared, but is it worth it to stay? There’s a cloud over our marriage, producing much unwanted rain, I’ve been so badly hurt, even mama can’t kiss away the pain. If this is what was meant by for better or for worse, I’d rather be alone, than to be subjected to that curse. I never thought I would fall victim to your hands, I’ve replayed that day over and over again, but still I have yet to understand. There’s no way in hell that I’ll ever accept the blame, you’re accountable for your own actions and the fact that things may never be the same. You’ve stood by my side through thick and through thin, so do I owe it to you to try once again? A little over two months married, and I’m already off my high, where is the man I pledged my life to till the day that I die? Your demeanor changed when you joined the force, wish I would’ve known that things would get worse. You went from punching things to punching me, is it at that point a criminal you see? Or is it that you feel you don’t have to play by the rules, you’re protected by the badge, so you’ll do as you choose. No longer kind and gentle as you once were, I want to remember those times, but right now it’s only a blur. You may think to yourself that this is all over blown, but just so you know, I can sit next to you, and yet still feel alone. I want to move on and put this all behind, but it’s a feeling I can’t shake, it’s plaguing my mind. I’ve spent many lonely nights crying myself to sleep, days I’ve shed invisible tears, it’s then inside that I still weep. Will I ever be free, or have I been scarred for life, will it all go away if I’m no longer your wife? I know in time I’ll finally forgive, but will I still walk with you for as long as I live? It’s said that a broken heart heals over time, for me to move on, must I leave you behind? Will I ever be able to laugh with you and rejoice with you, or will it forever be overshadowed by this crying I do? Silently or noisily, the pain is all the same, is the time now up for me wearing your name? I’m so confused I don’t know which way to turn, do I sacrifice our love and let this be a lesson learned? Am I blocking my future because I’m stuck in the past, am I somehow holding to a love that’s not meant to last? Have I been shown all the signs, but I’ve yet to take heed, that for all these years we’ve been sowing a bad seed? Am I missing my blessing because I simply refuse to see, that this is all wrong and you’re not the one for me? Is there a crack in our foundation that we can not mend, will we soon have to accept that this is the end? If that is the case, thank you for all that you’ve done, especially for so openly loving my son. I will forever be grateful for you giving me your all, and in my times of hardships you didn’t let me fall. I know that you love me, but you’ve crossed the line and every since then, my heart’s been on decline. Should I go against my principles and give you another chance, or should I hold my ground and against you take a stand? So many questions asked, so many answers untold, so many days of frustration, for a heart that’s growing cold. I wish I knew how to block memories of the past, so I can finally let go, and forgive you at last. But it isn’t that easy, will someone please tell me how, until then, I’m still left here questioning my vows.

When A Man Feels Neglected

by – Sincere – ZionizLife

When a man feels neglected..his woman may never know, she may think that things are OK because his sensitivty may never show.When a man feels neglected..he will never want to talk about his feelings so he may put them on the shelf,taking them down every once in a while but not for her but sharing them with someone else.When a man feels neglected..he pretends that he’s alright with her working late and putting their plans to the side,so he thinks “damn she works too much” so he feels like she lies.When a man feels neglected..his weekend boys become his every night boys so it’s time to play,and his woman notices the spot near her is cold because that’s where he use to lay.When a man feels neglected..things become less and less important to his soul and mind,so when she wants to go out he prefers the guys over quality time.When a man feels neglected..excuses,excuses are the answers to where have you been,when all the time he has been out with another lady friend.When a man feels neglected..his woman cries because she knows whats really going on,because she accidently knocked the Panasonic over and heard him with her on the other end of the phone.When a man feels neglected..the issue of who’s the other woman may come up in a conversation,so she prepares herself for the worse or the lies she’ll be facing.When a man feels neglected..he doesn’t have time to hear the sh$$ that she’s talking,so he turns his back, aiming for the door he begins walking.(In his mind a guilty concious speaks to him while walking)When I felt neglected I should have said something alot sooner,instead of hurting her because that’s not the way I wanted to do her.When I felt neglected I should have sat her down and had a long talk,instead of sharing my feelings with a stranger who said I should just walk.When I felt neglected I should have seen that her working so late wasn’t her fault,instead of thinking I could catch her in a lie when there was nothing to be caught.when I felt neglected I should have known that going out with the boys would make her wonder,instead I should have listend to my concious when it said stay your a$$ home when it spoke like thunder.When I felt neglected I should have considered all of the things that had meaning to me,instead I said f$$k it I’d rather be care free.When I felt neglected I should not have been thinking that a piece of pu$$y could make me stop thinking about my woman,besides the sex wasn’t all that because I thought of my girl while I was cumming.When I felt neglected I should have called on my Heavenly Father for assuring advice,instead of talking with Him,I chose to talk with Jezebel who had lied about her age twice.When I felt neglected the other woman issue should have not come up in our conversation,instead I should have told the other one I wasn’t interested that I wanted no part of her association.When I felt neglected I should have never turned my back on her because it was like turning my back on us,instead I should have confessed my sins and given her space without any fuss. Now that we are apart it has given me time to think, that this is all my fault and the captain deserves to go down with his relation-ship.I love her still, I hope she can someday forgive me for what I did, because its hard being away from someone that you have loved since a little kid. So in this poem I write, this was never what I expected, to be here all alone and still feel neglected.

Little brown boy

by- bee – bynesbit

Little brown boy did you know you own he future
as Judas kiss pierced your Saviors side
And oppression finds you
you own the past
and dogs chase you through he woods with a crippling
stereotype
And police suspect of you of a crime
keep one thing in mind
Little Brown boy you own the future

By: Bridgett Nesbit
sole Property of Ajuan’a Literary Creations & Critique

LISTEN FLY AND RISE

by – Big Jay – artisticsongs

fly nigga fly, rise nigga rise!
get u’r feet up out the concrete
and claim u’r territory
rise nigga rise!
stop oppressing u’r selves
stop being slaves
2 the idea of thug ways
fly nigga fly!
let u’r spirit be no longer broken
lift u’r heads up HIGH
rise nigga rise!
hear the call of the Most High
attain wisdom at all cost and
fly nigga fly!
we r kings our wives queens
so let’s treat them as such
rise nigga rise!
stop robbing u’r selves of pride
it’s u’r god given right
for black 2 be beautiful
so make it so
u r ordain 2
fly nigga fly!
they say the revolution
shall not be televised
and when it occurs
darkness will be transformed n 2 light
but only if u
rise nigga rise!
the mountains await u’r voice
2 bring about life
and rivers 4 u 2 speak a new course so
fly nigga fly!
let us take the world by storm
we’ve been shun 4 2 long
let us hit the polls
elect a black man, no black woman as
President
thus killing 2 birds with 1 stone
let’s make our enemies eat their stereotypes
4 that we shall no longer abide by
rise nigga rise!
this our time
the revolution shall not be televised
4 it beings within
RIGHT NOW!
fly nigga fly, rise nigga rise!

Domestic Patterns

by – kwon316 – live_316

whether its the sleeping or cheating
the habits are persistent

dates back to mom and dad handling their differences
settling it with verbal or abusive conflicts

young brother wish times were better
these arguments taint and make him bitter

coming of age, hes ready to date
past influences cause him to impregnate

mind is twisted
reality is sinking in

he flees from the problem
leaving the baby’s mama without dada

child support rushed his door
only to find him consumed with alcohol on the floor

he was then sentence 10 years
all he can do is reflect his young years