Ode to Soulmate

Loving you drains me; a weary traveler in search of self–make me supple. For now, I am rigid from fearing the unknown–looking to be whole again.  The comforting smile shown with quite, caring eyes coupled with a tendered touch, masters my body language; erupting internal spasms inside me daily.  How warm I feel to lay my head in your lap and you kiss my lips with such vigor, my mind goes blank.  Oh, how I long to be whole again.

Love? Never Mind

Love? Never Mind

crawled up inside you
probably planted seed
just to keep tabs

not likely

years of wasted impression
what once was reserved
is now a reservoir
for any posing
a proposition

of purifying
a broken heart suddenly
going unnoticed

while lonely knocks
at your window
Tequila bribes
the door open

Is Anything Sacred Among Exes?

Like I get it. Right, you go for what you know–whether it’s with someone you’re just sleeping with or someone you’re in a new relationship with, but there are things that I personally hold sacred that I would not do with just anyone.  There are some things that are reserved for people that I’ve fallen in love with.  The way I have sex with them, certain things I do with them, all sacred and unique to only them.  Am I wrong for feeling like everyone should think this way?  If not, then what really makes me special, if it’s being done to and on every guy after me?  Doesn’t sound like any love being a part of sex to me, just plain fucking–have I ever just been deemed a fuck toy by someone I loved?  That’s a question, I would probably never ask an ex for fear of what the honest answer might be.  I just would have never imagined that, but then again, I guess I can’t hold everyone to standards of my thought processes and feelings.  Just something else to wrap up and keep to myself.

I Give Up

It’s always something with women. I am, by no means sexist, support discrimination, however, I can provide an accurate and clear account of how the opposite sex treats me. I get dismissed because I’m short, disabled, black, too angry, too nice and the list goes on.
I’m tired–just tired of all the excuses I get from women, whether I love them, am in love with them or simply just like them–it’s always something.  I’m learning that women are fickle and don’t know what they want.  So tired of women telling me I am attractive, smart, funny, etc. but when it comes time to make a commitment to something as simple as setting up a meeting, there’s always an excuse and it doesn’t work out.  I’m finding that lately, even with the women I call friends in my life, it’s becoming a strain.  The emotional confusion, verbal disagreements that get escalated into more confusion beyond the point of my comprehension.  It’s tiring and stressful.

With guys it’s different.  I have met a nice amount of men and haven’t had any of the above problems, even when it comes to being intimate. Men are just non judgemental towards me and accept me for what I give and what they see.  So maybe I’m playing for the wrong team when it comes to settling down and looking for a long term relationship.

Emotional Takedown

The start of my week has been very emotional on a mental level.  There hasn’t been physical tears, well, until a few moments ago in this hospital room, but it’s just mostly been a mental strain.  I saw my ex yesterday and that’s always an interesting thing because I never know how I’m going to feel.  Well, once again, I realized how much she means to me no matter what or where are lives are taking us.  She is, at this time, not the issue–which in a larger sense, is very good. It’s my cats.  I still want to call them my cats.  Is it like giving your kids up for adoption and not really seeing them, but maybe getting a picture or two every now and again?  The emotional high I got immediately walking through her apartment and seeing Piper and Kahlo is a feeling that I have never experienced.  The smile that formed ear to ear and how they ran up to me and sniffed; Kahlo climbing to highest point of the cat tree to get a better look.  At the end of the night, I wondered whether that was just their new routine of meeting anyone that walks into my ex’s apartment–that maybe I wasn’t special at all and as a cat, maybe they really didn’t remember me the way I remember them.    Kahlo didn’t respond to my normal “daddy kisses” routine and Piper was just blah after awhile. Then again, I have not had my pills for most of the day so I have a very overactive thought process and I’m sure I’m over-thinking everything right now, but it is what is currently rushing through my brain waves.  Which brings me to my next point:

My mom had knee surgery today.  As much as I keep thinking about my interaction with my ex and more importantly, “my” cats, looking at her in this state of vulnerability has really knocked me off kilter.  My mom, with all of her flaws, is one of the strongest women I have ever encountered.  She deals with emotional instability with few tears, however, chin held high with a quick solution around the corner.  As I look at her, in various stages of sedation, being uncomfortable, pain and all those other things in between, I see her in a natural human element that has allowed me no choice to appreciate her even more.  My mom, although, a minor surgery on her knee, could have died today.  How would my life have been affected.  Surgery is surgery no matter what and I have known people to pass away from simple routine surgeries done millions of times that shouldn’t of had any serious effects.  I’ve known people to go into comas from simple surgeries as well.  So as I continuously checked the screen detailing every patient’s surgical status, I immediately ran to the front desk after two hours, when the screen showed she was in recovery.  My family and I beat her up to her room and waited, very impatiently for the nurse to bring her off the elevator, doped up from anesthesia, the smile that formed on my face was one of admiration and relaxation.  My mom had again survived and persevered.  As an individual who has spent my share of time in the hospital, it is not an easy thing to come from fully independent to totally dependent in a matter of hours.  Her grace, her beauty, humility and strength has garnered a new respect out of me today and has taken my already heightened emotional state to another level.  I love my mom and I don’t know what I would do without her, no matter how insanely weird our relationship can get.



posted on yesterday’s
milk carton
was a smile ain’t seen
in years

tears been flowing
since that very day
mason jars collecting
memories rest
on dusty shelves

Your touch rubbed
my skin silk
can’t imitate
the sun glowing
in eyes every time
they reflected
in mine

as I search
to restore what was
in the bottom
of this bottle broken

my heart searches
for its final stitch
on this road of recovery

Dating Game

I call it a game because it literally is a game. Depending on how you initially start and move your pieces in play, will ultimately determine whether or not you will succeed in winning the game.  My biggest problem is I don’t like playing games. I don’t like the fronts and the show. I want to be me at all times, but in order to make the best first impression one has to play it really cool.  I’ve met quite a few people in the last couple of months and needless to say, I keep hitting a dead end. I’m getting women that tell me that they enjoy me and want to see me again, but never call or text.  I’m getting nice women that have kids.  What can I do with someone with that type of baggage?  It’s hard enough trying to get to know one person, now I have to get to know a little person too.  Talk about explanations.  Dating is way overrated and complicated, but unfortunately I must proceed if I want my wife and kid one day.  Without hope of ever falling love with Veronica again, I must keep trying my hand at bat; hopefully, soon I can knock one out of the park.