An Arch1tekt's Viewprints
"No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher. For poetry is the blossom and the fragrance of all human knowledge, human thoughts, human passions, emotions, language" - Samuel Taylor Coleridge I'm an Architect and quiet thinker. This is a view inside the blueprints that creates me.
Thursday, May 14, 2015
5 Steps to Find a Man...
Monday, May 11, 2015
What Is the Foundation for Your Life's Journey?
Elated at my weekly Sunday Mass breakdown, my Religion teacher would teach all the essentials of Catholicism. I may not remember what she taught, but for some reason, her Life is a Journey quote is the only thing that stands out. I believe the reason the quote stands out so much as an adult because it reinforce the wise words my mother always said to my younger, always having the answer and last word self.
"Just keep on living." is what my Mom used to say. Never with an explanation, I was just told those words, and that marked the end to any conversation, of course with a final rebuttal from yours truly.
So simple, yet so thought provoking are each of the two quotes. They both hint at the constant evolving state of being. If you live long enough, you may get a chance to see the journey that brought you from immaturity and countless ignorant ways. As we constantly evolve into much wiser selves, how then do we morally stay grounded when we reach new legal age milestones? If our rationale and thinking constantly change due to life's journey, how do we ensure we remain true to our beliefs?
The answer lies in what you believe. The belief I'm referring to is unequivocal in nature. If you question what you believe, search for the answers until you are certain. When we believe something, but fail to internalize and live by our beliefs, we tend to waiver and backslide. This means we need to strengthen the foundation of our beliefs so we may be able to firmly walk throughout life's journey, and look back on our growth.
What is the foundation for your life's journey? What principles guide your actions and thoughts? Lastly. How well does your journey reflect your beliefs?
Thursday, February 12, 2015
The ones that hurt you the most...
Friday, May 30, 2014
Baby Momma
That said despite having a non-committed, deadbeat, non-existent, and proud on one day on the sixth month of the year child’s father is a badge though?
Even if he was a MD, PHD, had a Masters, Bachelors, Diploma, or an on the road to success entrepreneurial GED;
You let his hand slide over what’s already halfway off because “It Seems Like You’re Ready” with his sweet tooth, you just gave him the cookie.
He showed you caution and warning signs, but you stayed on his bus and kept driving his way.
Even “The boy A.I. had more in Carmen” than you and he in common, thinking, “Shorty swing my way, You sure look good to me, Now would you please swing my way, shorty swing my way.”
We live in a Microwave Society where a home cooked stove and oven made dinner is now frozen and microwaved.
You never set the boundaries, so he set his microwave on high thinking, “You gon’ get this work”, for the fastest time he can put in work, get you heated, and enjoy with a smile on his face while he skeet skeet “To the window, to the wall” like a game you got played.
If you took the time to do your research, you would have found out previous comments said, he was a tough pill to swallow, and the good looking commercial façade had fine legal print you ignored and nine months later you now assume all responsibility for…
I’m with you. He is a whore.
What does that say about you? He defined your worth with shopping bags from labeled stores.
You ever heard him talk about his Father? You ever heard him talk to his Mother?
Has he ever spoken of a previous relationship that lasted longer than your Facebook Chat and he trusted her?
Oh, then he was a great salesman and a liar.
He got the commission, left you with a two person, only one signed contract that you can’t get out of because one of the parties can’t be found.
Let’s not give you a round of applause, not because of one slight lapse in judgment, but because you didn't learn the first go round.
A woman who prays dictates she is not the prey; let that man get his hands dirty trying to prove he is worthy for you.
You’re not his teacher, don’t promote him if he is not ready.
If he is a “child” then leave him behind, no Bush. Take it back. Let him fight for you like Zach and Slater over Kelly.
We know you’re his child’s Mother, but we only know how to pass judgment on your past reluctance when you wear on your chest, the fact that you gave the first gift, what should have been the third, after the ring and his name to an unworthy, unequally yoked other.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
MAYA
Jazz notes mimick a percussionist as she sings;
Teasing the air to take flight, her litetary words opened the caged, to soar beyond her dreams.
Revolutionist, modern day abolitionist.
Aiming a poetic cannon at illiterate minds to target ambiguous ignorance.
Unfathomable abilities generations adored.
Her words glide across the theatrical stage set by rhythmic body movements to a score.
Planted her Roots in Georgia, Georgia frozen on 8 mm scenes;
Down by the Delta is where she captured history across the white screen.
Tireless and parched from life drawing from her fountain; yet she still tried.
A Prize from God. She finally had that Drink of Water before she died.
Rest In Peace Marguerite Annie Johnson
Arch1tekt™
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Eve's Bayou
Torn by her imperfections, she struggles to follow His will in succession.
Deceived by an insatiable yearn for the truth,
Ignited a burning fire that consumed her youth.
By the sway in her waist attention strays her way.
Long legged appendages push her scent of a woman throughout the day.
Compelling to be foretelling with her mouth to cut deep, but
Instead words of affirmation she massaged in the head for another to keep.
Know more intimately, while in search for her Adam, she continues to face opposition.
Lustful eyes unclothe her winding shape to mentally reveal parts constricted.
She plays in to their fantasy, being addicted by what’s not, she is afflicted.
Temporary gratification paved a defined path due to incompatibility.
Knew less than exceptional should have been less than acceptable, but
She leaned on her own understanding, unable to see past a façade, yet still saw the mercy
Of God
Midnight hair straight with an aromatic fragrance that’s intoxicatingly sweet like vermouth.
The gift and the curse. Her bronzed satin skin shows no struggle.
Hands tell of no strife; one to assume an easy life, with no storms to muddle.
Of the experiences, they’ve shaped her mind and body.
Now her waters are slow moving, anabranched and un-choppy.
An infectious flirtatious laugh. She tries to cover up bleached-like white teeth.
Humorous chills through her body, unable to hide arousing sensitivity underneath her sheath.
Personality is warming.
Amidst a personal storm it is calming.
And a smile like a trance, spell binding in a sense, it’s enamoring.
Two halves of one whole that their union will be impressing.
The source of life, she will be the strength for her Adam.
A ray of light in his darkness.
For Earth she was created to support.
Brace when he stumbles; lift up before he falls short.
She was a work in progress, unfinished work unforeseen.
A request prayed and answered long before a dream; she was
Created from a Potter for her King to be his equal as his Queen.
Faith vs Intuition
: a natural ability or power that makes it possible to know something without any proof or evidence : a feeling that guides a person to act a certain way without fully understanding why