Tough love 

This conflict
tough love
it could go any way
you choose to feel the pain
and to love anyway

That stiff-neck pose
what difference has it made
you know no change
but now you know
it is time to go
for that is love
you have to grow
nothing ties our soul
beyond our vows
the choice we made to die
feelings besides

Silence be not golden

​It only matters 
if you cared  
to turn to 
make tough love
for joy to speak 
in the long run
we hope 
the motive  
was clarity 
it cared to say  
rather than hide 
in plain sight  
that maybe  
and maybe  
silence be not golden 

Plain Talk Wahala: Brow Makeup

So I walk into the room where a few ladies where gathered doing and talking lady stuff. Specifically, makeup; more specifically, brow makeup. Proud of the work she was doing, she asked what I thought. I didn’t fancy the style of it so I said so, in many words. We were free like that and it wasn’t condemning in any way (I’d like to think). She loved her creation, her ‘model’ wanted it; they continued. Our talk tapered off.

Things happen. Time passes. Scene changes, slightly.

Not long later, in the same room, on my own, on one side, swiping, typing, and tapping. A new model who just got her brows made up, stood up proudly and asked what I thought. O my! This time, for whatever reason, I got tongue tied. She stood there looking at me waiting for some affirmation, I thought. I was like, ‘how am I going to say this.’ So I asked someone else who was there when I made the comment about what you might call ‘squared-edge brows’: should I say anything? She then turned to my inquiring friend and told her plainly that she didn’t really want to hear what I thought. That ended the awkwardness that was building. God bless her.

There are teenagers that keep things going smoothly when adults temporarily freeze. Thank you so much. And should I simply have said that it looked okay?

Anyway, the plain word doesn’t always seem to need be said plainly or explicitly.

Cheers.

PS:
Wahala, in one view, is a cross between trouble and problem.

Thank You—May 2015

I’m so grateful for the grace and mercy
that family have represented to me
I’m happy that I’m of benefit to them beyond being blood
Beyond the covenant that we share

From birth till now
and certainly tomorrow
the warmth of family warms my heart
to appreciation

Appreciation

Thinking it
Feeling it
   Doing it

To family beyond blood
As kindred spirits
Friends of my heart
‘Tis gratitude that ye are

Dialogues of a Certain Mr and Mrs

She came in to music
The tangos that she loves
Lifting her to a high
In the house of her home

He had put them in a playlist
listening and enjoying
The massage of the music
Waiting without waiting
For the wife of his heart

We see
We smile
We talk
We kiss
We hug
We talk
We laugh
We talk
We smile
We dance
We laugh
We talk
We kiss
We kiss
We talk
We laugh
We play

Have u eaten?
Yes. ‘Couldn’t wait, ’twas getting late.
Are u hungry?
Not really,
Snacked on chocolat an hour ago.
Buuuut…
Buuuut?
I would have you though.
Well, I’m in your grip.
Heaven, I know
You know what I mean.

Silence
Silence
A kiss
More silence

The silence of peace
The peace of communion
The communion of spirits
The spirit of marriage
At home in their arms
And in their lives intertwined

It’s 20 years already
That’s so true
You were up quite early. Couldn’t sleep?
Yea
Did I wake you?
You do sleep like a guard
I can’t move in bed without your notice
[Smack]
O O O O hhehehe
It’s unlike you
Aaaaa had a nap yesterday evening
So had to wake up too early

Took more time than usual for my prayers
You were in prayer four hours and more
Haha, well …
We do love HIM
Yes we do
And there was much to be said
Any desire in your heart
I’m one with you in it
We’ll see things unfold in their time
Tell me! Don’t being cryptic
Ooooo it was …. and the usual
Up for more?
My time now
Knackered
That would be later
Have fun

It’s been 30 years
And I’ve never wanted for sweetness from your lips
Your kiss isn’t just a kiss
Your sigh isn’t just a sigh
The fundamental covenant still applies as time goes by

How would I cease to write
When I have you in my soul
Your love stirs my mouth to say these words
Stirs my thoughts to write them down
To speak of your beauty and your charm
Of your heart and your mind
And the quirks that are so just you

How would I cease to speak
When I have inspiration that is you
One whom I love fully
For whom, I died and live truly

The flow of nature is this
Everything running its course
My being and my living revolves around you

You are my joy from God
Mercy and grace to me
Heartmate
Soulmate
Lifemate

Are we going out to dine tonight?
Let’s stay home today
It’s a Saturday!
And the kids might want to give us a surprise of some sort
Hhehehe, no surprise there 🙂
🙂 True 🙂

Our plan is ours to make. Their’s is their’s
They’ll find a way to thrill us I’m sure
You taught them well
We’ll go out tomorrow then

You marry and live for your spouse
You have kids and live for them too

The children, the children
Leave them alone
They’ve left us home alone
I miss them
Me too
But I’ve always missed you more when you were away
We go together then?

Right, we’re not God
Why worry so much
We did do our best
And the gaffes
O God help us
Well, actually, He has

The ball’s in their court now
We can’t stop being parents
The have brains
Sometimes we suspend wisdom
Or don’t know what to do
Like us at different times
Haha, yes
I remember …

You were a little jittery
Dragging your words initially
But I had said yes looong before you asked
You deserve a smack again for waiting so long
It’s a happy day so I’ll do that tomorrow
Our day is 50 years old you know 🙂
Haha, indeed
I love you