not meant to live alone

 Keith De'Shawn Sturghill on Monday, February 27, 2012 at 7:44am ·

I am not meant to live alone,

That's what Luther said and I believe him,

I needed a woman to turn my house into a home,

Not just any woman,

More than just a woman who speaks with a similar voice,

Or touches me with similar looking hands,

Kisses me with similar looking lips,

A woman who makes me feel,

Feel the impact of the hand of God whenever she touches me, speaks to me and kisses me,

Since love first walked through my door I've known that forever was just a day away,

My eyes are open to things they were once blind to,

I thank God every day because I have finally found the love I write about,

The same love that Luther Vandross, Whitney Houston and Gerald Levert sang about,

I'm blessed, better than blessed thank you lord,

This the same love that writers give characters in books and yet here I am living it,

This woman gives me the strength to move mountains and yet her kisses make me weak in the knees,

No more sadness, pain of confusion in my life thanks to her,

Here and now I vow to live in the immortal moment of love with the woman of my dreams,

She brought my ink and all of my favorite songs to life,

I don't need wishes from a genie or luck from a leprechaun all I need is her love fueled by our belief in God,

This is how I know I am NOT meant to be alone,

She has turned my house into a home...

Time

I am sorry for putting this in fast forward. But there is no time to waste...so lets make haist. Today is the only day that we can rely on.  Feelings change and never stay the same.  So becoming what we are now, is something I know will remain in my constant memory.  Being here, knowing that you will only stay short while.  Leaves me with more excitement than a chance of dark woes. 

Drowning

I had a dream the other night of me in a pool with no one to save me.  Knowing that I couldn't swim what was I doing there? Why did it only seem that I had only myself to blame.  No one to save me, only myself I had to claim.

Only a little bit of air left to hold in my lungs.  Scared to let go....

Elysium is found

Elysium is found

by Jamie Wambugu on Wednesday, February 8, 2012 at 11:33pm ·

I imagine to taste you

Grateful

The god's ate of lush...grapes

Fruit

To taste you

Would be...elysium to ensue

In the most passionate display

Of sensual things to say

Lay

My heavy tongue

 Upon you

Hedonist I believe this

Would allow the sun through

Is there really an elysium

Here within we ?

A paradise paved

Between my thighs

Your Garden of Eden

 My Pearly gates

A Celestial Kingdom as we fornicate

Elysium currently flows

 Though Fortunate Isles

 Deep within my circular springs

 Hipped rotates lay foundations

 Explored without bounds 

 Our own Nirvana

When I'm here with u

Utopianism is found

 In pleasures feast 

 You unravel my soul

Releasing my beast

 Interweaving our bodies between the sheets 

Nectar seeps

Tranquil emotions

Give in to sensual outbursts

Paradisiacal fulfillment

 Rapture if you were the captured

Between my reeps 

Elysium fields quench a specific thirst

With prolific speech

Because you feel so good to me

I have found the cradle of life

Tasting you once...twice

My fruit filled reverie

Laden honey  sticky sweet

 Heightening expressions

 Do exceed...  pleasures mounts

 As ecstasy bleeds

 Flowing though my Elysium streams

Fortaking of the fountain of life

Upon my lips , true delight

A taste of heaven, enticing our flight

Engulfed within bewildering dreams

 Sweltering moister, flows endlessly

 Paradise found,  thrusted in deep

 Rhythmical quivers,  feeling his heat 

Serenades of melodies glow

Sung to the beat of our pounding flow 

Entwined within gripping between we

Wanting to release letting  pleasures exceed

 Blissful rushes , trembling deep

 Waterfalls flowing as Elysium reached

Peace is found , tranquility

 Utopia u are to me

Serenity... for it is never far, when u r wrapped within me

 Elysium is found

Beauty

• "you touched my heart ... made ink create letters in silence along temporal lobes...you placed your signature on my soul... exhaled your breath into my lungs and gave me ...a reason ... to be... me... within... your... space...you lay within the seams of my dreams till reality screamed...into existence

Behind...

I hate when people talk about me behind my back and when they ask for the truth I tell them with a honest straight face.  All alone in this place with no where to go.  Except for the pillow where I rest my head, that is where I call home.  I wish god would take me from this place.  Beauty a curse, smartness a sin.  Nothing left of me only to let the sorrow begin. 

Supposed To Be

I must admit that you  pulled a fast one on me,

I was wild, untamed, nomadic and yet you just had to home me,

Cook for my soul and feed my spirit that was hungry inside,

Walked right past my smile and wiped the tears that I've cried,

You heard her tell me to cry a river that's why you went a got a boat,

And just when I was down, out and discouraged your words gave me hope,

Your lips gave me a reason to kiss again,

Your hips met my grip and we danced as friends,

In the end it seems as though we find ourselves at the beginning,

Even though we are beyond lovers something seems fresh about us, unfamiliar yet friendly,

You actually get me,

I never have to explain any of the big words I use,

If its broke I would usually fix it but you came with your own tools,

Your head on my chest as if there was no better place for you to rest,

As we lay under out force field all attacks on us become redirected,

Took something untouched that was never done and perfected it,

As soon as your heart answered mine I ran with it and never questioned it,

Truth of the matter is nobody is supposed to be here especially you,

And yet here I am in this bed lying next to you,

I'm not supposed to feel love like that the love that I write about,

I'm not supposed to see the sun when I look outside and its night out,

 I Sincerely Hope Immortality's Touch,

Will allow me to live and die in your arms and their impenetrable clutch,

I turned around and saw an Angel flying toward me with tears,

Streaming down her face from disappointment through the years,

I asked myself who would make an Angel cry or touch a butterfly's wings,

Whose soul is so dirty that they could do such a thing,

In the long run I have to thank them because now that Angel is my own,

Direct connection with God who I have on speed dial on my phone,

I"m not supposed to be in love right now I'm supposed to be alone,

So I thank you for giving this untamed nomad his hope back and a home...

Supposed To Be

by Keith De'Shawn Sturghill