Not to be called by any other name

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Oh corruptible mind, lost in time.
Stuck in the past, future ahead seems so far behind.
Lost in my illusion ,or delusion should I say,
of emotions of grandeur.
More specifically those that love can portray.
All in my mind, the playing tricks on my heart.
It's just that I want something so bad- true love...
only to find a true farce.

Believing I'm special...
My love, my emotions, and all the affection that I have to give.
Only to find, which is always revealed in time, that I...
am no more special, unique, and/or complex than the last man.
Which I now realize, just like he probably did.

So, what is the purpose, the reason behind it all?
Live, enjoy life, eventually fall in love...
then for it all to be taken away and only be left with the fall.
Or maybe that dreaded phrase, "let's just be friends" or
"I'll give you a call".

Does that mean live life bitter?
Not look forward to falling in love at all?
Most definitely not, always look forward to the upliftment, not the fall.
Don't focus on the initial emotion or the commotion that it can bring.
Learn to love yourself for who and what you are.
Once that's done, your heart will sing.

Sing of praises, sing of joy. The partner that you attract then will be true.
Not just a fleeting moment of lustful noise.
They will love you for you and you will love them for the friends that you have became.
It won't be based on lustful acts or physical attributes
Or maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic, in love with love,
not to be called by any other name.

~Flowriter

This is all I ask....

Create in the moment
A moment of clarity,
A moment of truth.

Show me the way,
The way to live,
The way to love,
Vibrant, pure and closer to you.

I don't know,
No... no, yes I do.
Transition me from the place where I am
To a smooth existence, a bright light leading others, that are like me confused, to you.

Help me;
For, the choices are many,
but my decisions are few.

I'm told that I am a rare precious creation, a jewel...
Your child created, specifically with a purpose, by you.

However, I'm confused, and instead of clarity...
I run to drugs, lust... the addictions that I use.
My spirit yearns to do what is right,
but it's my flesh that has me do what I know I should not do.

I know that I'm his wife...
that he should be the affection of my life,
but my mind, my eyes, my femininity
shows me and tells me that
there are so many other loves'...
lusts to choose.

I say, I'm going to do the right thing.
I bought a replacement for my pawned wedding ring.
Then, I wonder if I'm being true to myself.
He asked me if I was in love with him, I told him no.
Oh God, I need your help!

Create a moment of clarity.
A moment of truth.

Show me the way,
The way to live,
The way to love,
Vibrant, pure and closer to you.

Then, after that...
Give me the strength to follow your instructions through.

It's A Journey

Written by Flowriter to be spoken by Diedre "147" Wiggins.
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I've been permed, pressed, hot combed, twisted, mangled, tangled,
braided, added to, taken from,
washed, cut, styled, curled, relaxed,
and teased for fun.
Hmmmm... anything but being natural me.
So, natural I've become.

It's a journey.

I've given my all to others... loving them more than I loved me.
Took all the ridicule, abuse, and, independent of my better judgment, bore their seed.
Supplied them with their wants and desires, while neglecting my needs.
Would you believe... they took me for granted & I just couldn't stand it.
I became dreaded... naturally.

Journey with me...

I removed myself from the stink.
Devoted to my children and hopeful for the future.
I began to love myself and embrace my natural and inner kink.
On a regular regiment, I take myself to the gym, for me...not them.
Loving myself, becoming the best me I can be,
and not to appease or please any "him".
You see, I began and I am... losing weight.
Weight that used to bare me down.
The weight of trying to please and keep a man that wasn't sincere and didn't want to be around.
You see, I've shed more than just pounds.
I became a wife to my life and the love of my creator is the husband I found.

It's been a journey.

But, I'm not done.
When I first started I could barely walk.
Now, I jog...one day I'm going to run.

I'm loving my locks...
from the roots to the tips.
I'm comfortable in my skin...
from my shoulders, arms, breast, and hips.

What's this? Friend request on Facebook from Chris.

I'm more independent and stronger than I've ever been.
I almost gave up on love, but I see... God has other plans.

Yeah, he lives in Atlanta.

I look forward to this journey.



~Flowriter

My Sweet Succulent Cherry

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Oh sweet succulent cherry.
From whence is the blossom from where you came?
So heavenly, your juices overwhelm my palette
Causing my emotions to grow...to that of love
and to be called by no other name.

I traveled through orchids...
tasted grapes in their youth and when ripe and full.
I've allowed their juices to ferment and became intoxicated with their essence.
And still, none have come close to you.

I've plucked the ripest of plums
And indulged to limits that far exceed full.
I've licked and sucked on their seeds
And would you believe, that in each occurrence,
They reminded me of you.

I even tried a pear, such a oddly shaped one.
It's juices was sweet and texture quite nice.
However, I was less than satisfied when the whole experience was done.
Not much of a chance of it happening twice.

Oh sweet succulent cherry...
What is the secret that you contain?
To constantly be in my heart and on my mind
And from your sweetness, I am unable to refrain.

Could it be... your curvature, your color...
oh so sweet to the finger-tips and pleasing to the eyes.

Or could it be... your wonderful sweet, but tart taste, and the way your pit,
when in my mouth, against my tongue, caresses and glides.

Or is that I can hold you and caress you by the stem...
tickle your pit... dare I not spit. Remove it from its womb and devour the rest of it.

It... being you.

Tell me, my dear sweet succulent cherry, what am I, your admirer to do?

I remember the day when we first met.
Occurrence of such, are not easy for one to forget.
Watching others indulge in you
Incited an emotion... envy perhaps... or jealousy I guess.
Seeing the joy that they displayed, I knew that was a joy I had to get.

I had to taste you for myself.
I couldn't get enough of you..
I prepared you and had you in so many ways.
You soothed me through troubling times
and comforted me on lonely days.

You became my fruit of choice,
Not any other fruit would do.

Never did I imagine there would be a shortage of you.

But, yes it's true...
And it is a great sin. Not knowing...
If I will ever engage and indulge in your sweet succulent taste again.

Oh sweet succulent cherry...
From whence is the blossom from where you came?
So heavenly, your juices overwhelmed my palette,
which caused my emotions to grow to that of love,
and not to be called by any other name.

~Flowriter

Humbled

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Lead me, guide me, & teach me your ways.
Lost in life, love, and lonely...
Bless me with your presence... give me purpose filled days.

Enable me, recreate me, and take over me.
You know me better than I know myself.
Heart-ached and broken, but not too far-gone
that your mending hands can't help.

I render it all to you...
My soul, my life, my dreams & desires,
and not to mention my hopes too.

You know my pain & how my heart is discontent.
Yet, I trust you with my entire being.
I accept my plight and however it is meant.

I pray for those who oppose...me... and hope for my downfall.
I rest in knowing that you are my saviour, redemer, and to whom
in good times or trouble, that I can faithfully call.

It's in Jesus Christ name this I ask and pray...

Lead me, guide me, and teach me your ways.
For I am lost in life, love, and lonely.
Bless me with your presence... give me purpose filled days.

Amen.

~Flowriter

Divorce Me

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I'm not ashamed to say that I've been pained.
From the trials and tribulations I've been through.
Deepest scars of all were caused by you...Q.
On you...was there a mark?
A scar?
A deep down missing place felt within your heart?
No.
Just an empty abyss, filled with joy and bliss.
A life of freedom, gained by lies...
all this due to minus Chris.
Yes. So Godbless...you.
I have no regrets.
I don't wish to turn back.
I leave it and you...exactly where yall at...
In the past.
No ill feelings harbored.
Nor vengeance desired.
You are what you say you are...
A Stormy Hill and I thank God for doing His will...
for quenching that fire, elevating me higher,
removing me from that situation for He knew I was tired.
I thank Him daily for what He has taken me from...
And allowed me to go through.
Only thing left is to legally not be attached to you.
You see, I not only know the truth,
but I walk in it too.
The truth of the matter is...
You had long since stopped loving me...
And I was too blind to stop loving you.
Now, you are almost free...to be all that you can be.
Only thing in the way... a signature.
Divorce me.

~Flowriter