When I Was Your Man

I saw you flitting away

out from my arms lost long ago

in another man’s world

consume in emotional infidelity

I know have lost

I wish I would have bought flower

meeting all the needs on your check list

intoxicated with materialism fading out

as I see you through it all

my baby is dancing with another man

look at her as she becomes someone else

never looking back neither wants to think twice

of her actions and decisions

think twice remember how will use to be

back then when I was your man

beclouding your mind and thought

becoming your sleeping and waking thought

all along you carried along with me

all because of the material gifts I showered on you

little wonder when you said you love me

is all because of is still meets your demand

but alas is now it seems to me you are gone

like a candle in the wind, a book that left the shelf

drifted and  blinded by the lust of money

when I was your man

see my baby is dancing with another man

as she finds comfort and warmth in his arms

blinded and blind folded with the quest of materialism

as she takes her flight far from me

when I was your man

I wish I would have bought flowers

rose so full of scented perfumes

gifts of all sorts diamond, clothes, shoes and bags

with all sorts of make-up kit and hair do

when I was your man…but you are now someone else

A Love Story: To Tell One Day

Though it’s hard to imagine, some day I will tell my children

The story I’m writing with my life today but that realization

Does little to save me from the puzzling maze called ‘now’

“History never looks like history when you are living through

It,” says John Gardner. “It always looks confusing and messy

And it always feels uncomfortable.”

As I stand on this right side of matrimony with no potential

Mate in sight, I’m right in the middle of the messiness and

Confusion. I still have so many questions. Will I still have so

Many questions. Will I know when I’m walking through my

Story for the first time? Will I recognize the event that will

Begin the chapters of my love story with my mate? Will

Time stand still for one moment to tell me that this person

-this one person, out of all the billions bustling on the planet

-is this one? Will I realize when it happens? Or might I miss it?

Some questions are probably best left unasked. I know I should

Push them aside and wait for life to unfold its mysteries. Someday

When I am older and wiser I’ll sit back and tell my story to

Someone who will listen. And as I tell my story, will I remember

The doubt and questions of today? Or will I have forgotten the

Silent longings; will they wash away like footprint on an ocean shore?

I’ll probably tell some young fool the same things I get tired of hearing  

From others. I’ll tell him to bide his time, “for it is sure to work out in the end.”

And of course, “You can’t rush these things.”

Someday I’ll have a story to tell and so will you.

How will you respond when one day you look back?

On your love story? Will it tears of joy or tears of remorse?

Will it remind you of God’s goodness or your lack of faith in that goodness?

Will it be a story of purity, faith and selfless love?

Or will it be a story of impatience? It’s your choice.

I encourage you (and continue to remind myself)

to write a love story with your life

that you’ll feel proud to tell.

The Beauty of a Woman

The outside is the key the inside is the bonus

The beauty of a woman last for a season

But the intent of a woman last forever

The greatest beauty cause the greatest ruin

Woman’s beauty her glory

Never get into any lady

Just because of the outer appearance

Because the inside beauty is what will remain

When the outer beauty is far gone

We are all like grass

at dawn we glow like an halogen bulb

but at even time we fade away in the sun

so what will you fall  back on

when the beauty has gone faraway

the beauty of a woman last for just a season

you see them around

in various forms and shape

yet you can never tell what’s inside

never cast your gaze on the outer part

but take time look inwardly before you say I do

it is better to have a broken courtship

then a marriage lived under enduring leading to mirage

so never, never let your gaze be on the inside beauty

but look beyond the outer side and look carefully inward

a character is what matters most it can never be bought with money

you fall for beauty

you are lead by lust

never love as some people go about

advertising love turning inside out to be lust

to handle yourself use your head…others use your heart {chest}

Remember,

the greatest  beauty

cause the greatest ruin

look beyond beauty concentrate on character

character lives on when beauty would have call it a day

the beauty of a woman is in her character 

Goodbye You

Two souls faraway on a distant land

separated over a span of distant

away in faraway land all alone

one heart in two separate body

as travel singing you in me

Goodbye you

you’ve gone so long ago

but your thought lingers on

over everything I touch you come reality

it seems to me your presence seems like a candle

A candle in the wind

burn out so long ago

flitting away in the wind

gone with the times and wind

you fade away like the stars of the dew

as you slip away in my sleeps

never a shadow of you returns

as you are gone without no trace

making you an empty shadow

without no scarce to trace your footsteps

Goodbye you

you seem to me a candle in the wind

flitting so swift away into the shadow of the night

your night never comes to an end

as you’ve say goodbye you

You‘re gone oh alas!

she’s gone with the highest bid

gone for good now is the time

to move on from the past

goodbye you

Goodbye you

may you find happiness and love

as you embark on the journey of seeking

searching for love in a distant place

goodbye you