Reflections From My Fingertips

I'm looking for lights, lights that know they are lit.
Lights that don't mind shining and shining bright.

I'm looking for lights that can shine through fog, dark clouds and dark nights.
Lights that lite pathways, Lights that illuminate souls.

I'm looking for lights, lights that are not dim, that don't seek to hid under a bush
Lights that can stand on a street corner and not be ashamed to stand alone

I'm looking for lights that you don't need to warm up; they're always on

I'm looking for a light, that banded with others understands it is no brighter than others, no less, but equal.
Lights that LED and not halogen, they don't burn when you touch them
They don't come with warnings that they may over heat

I'm looking for lights that can bend but don't break,
Lights that can be seen from a mile away,

I'm looking for a few good lights that don't need a back up generator,
Solar powered from the Son from above.

I'm looking for lights, they don't all have to be the same
Big ones small ones, it does not matter just lights that do the job

I'm looking for lights it does not matter their color, nor their stature
Just a light you see,

Can you help me find a light?
Will you help me find a light?
Can you help me find a light?
Will you help me find a light?

Am I asking for too much?
Are my requests unreasonable.
No, they're out there, I know they are.
Maybe because it is day-I can't see them.
I just want to find a light.

12/1/10

When I heard your name my whole body quivered
In charge and in demand
I love you the way you held me in your hands.

I remember the first time I met you
Serene and mean
Glare of your eyes
Quiver of your lip
Oh how I wished it was I you were with
Your mystery enticed me
Always leaving me with more
It was if you knew it was the chase - not the prize
Lace on your thighs
Kiss from above
I knew then I was in love.

I wanted you to be the sun
Illuminate me with your moon
I wanted you to be the ying in my yang
Frost on my flakes
mmmmmmm your sweet taste.
I wanted you to be the twinkle in my star
Don't you see I love you for who you are.

Pleasantly surprised
Evermore intrigued
the smile of your face
Yes your warm embrace

Strikingly sophisticated
Confident not conceded
Powerful yet peaceful
I could hardly believe it

Dawn to dust
The evening dew settled on you
Standing in the door way screaming your name
Darling come home
Street lights are on


Cry with me
Fight with me
Be mad with me
upset with me
Make up with me
Make love to me
Hero oh Hero
Save me indeed
There's someone in need.

Inhale slowly
exhale again

Inhale
exhale

Don’t think feel, feel it
inhale
don’t think feel,
forget about the movies in your mind

Focus on the energy
don’t think feel it
feel me
feel us
inhale
exhale
inhale
exhale

Contracting
expanding expanding
adrenaline
anger
fear
control
resentment

Endorphins

Truth

Love

Honor

Respect

One takes
the other gives

One consumes
the other provides


by: Anonymous

The NPHC @ Texas A&M University present StompFest 2010

Yes, the art of sensuality is indeed the foundation of virginity and relations.
However, what happens when sensuality is found within an inopportune situation?
What happens when that sensuality is found within the arms of the restricted and upon the lips of the prohibited?
What do you do when you’ve found that the one who makes your body sing, mind explode and heart fulfill is involved with another.
Now this is not to say that I was previously unaware of this affiliation, yet I was unaware that amidst the flirtatious friendship would arise one that could take me to more sensually satisfying and intense heights.

Yes, one that could make all others from my past unequivocally irrelevant on even the minute of levels. Nevertheless, how I arrived at this point is in essence unimportant, but the question remains to where do I go from here?
How do I walk away from the strength of those arms that could even hold my heavily burdened spirit, or the maneuvers of those hands that could smooth even the most rigid and broken pieces of my flesh, or even the heat of that body that warmed the deepest and most exclusive crevices of my heart.
Oh, how do I leave such a lively sense of sensuality no matter how unspeakable and forbidden?

But alas if I stay, how should I feel?
Should I feel shameful that the taste of those kisses quince the most savage of my bodily thirsts?
Or maybe I should feel burdened that the slightest touch from that body even now still lingers upon my skin?
Or perhaps it is the feeling of distress I should assume for the softest sound of that breath upon my skin sends my heart into dream and my mind into a frenzy?

And while we only share sensual satisfactions, I’ve found that my body yearns for nothing more.
But despite feeling deeply afflicted for their companion and slightly criminal from my actions, I still cannot find it easy to leave behind the sweetest of kisses, warmest of embraces and guiltiest of pleasures.

So do I go and leave behind the sensually explosive....or stay and indulge in fruits grown from the forbidden?

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Greetings and Salutations to each of you.
I am sure you have heard of the 7.0 earthquake that struke the nation of Haiti recently. At this times countries from around the world have begun to pour its resources to help this nation in crisis. Food, medicine, money, military, humanitarians, doctors, and etc. are either on site or on the way to help the Haitian people. Barack Obama, President of the United States of America has committed $100 million, along with a "full court press" to assist in this tragedy. It is expected that around 5,500 service men and women from the national guard and marines will converge on Haiti to lend helping hands to find the trapped, wounded, and dead.

The media coverage that dominated the news cycle has been CNN with their around the clock coverage. By now all networks are on location reporting the conditions that are present. However, news commentators are not the only ones who have opinions on the matter. Recently Pat, Robertson long time evangelical had this to say about the tragedy:



And then comes Rush Limbaugh:



Truly these words sparked and outrage in both the religious, and political communities. First with the American Ambassador responding with these words and a history lesson for Pat Robertson:



Secondly, Steve Olbermann adds this slam to comments made by Rush Limbaugh and Pat Robertson



Is Pat Robertson right? What about Limbaugh? Was the defense by the Ambassador and Olbermann warrented? Surely this is not a time for division but a time for all people to come together and help those in need. We should leave our political posturing for peace time better yet, drop it all together. What are your thoughts; comments are welcomed.

All I have is one line
One line to pierce your heart
One line to capture your soul
I despise the day I met you
I cherish our first kiss
I melt everytime you walk in a room
I quiver at the sound of your name

Never speak your name in my presence again
The neighbors know my name
You are like chasing a waterfall
Dazzle me with your beauty
Engulf me in your intellect


I've got one line to catch you
One line to break you
One line to love you
One line to hate you

The pain of having you
Is morphine to my wounded soul
I do not understand
Your every word is my command

I've got one line to love with
One line to hate with

After a great weekend in Atlanta, GA to celebrate the beginning of a new year with some close friends, I became engulfed in a conversation about lying.  The more we discussed the more varied the points of view.  So as I began to research the different terminology that we use for liars, I thought why not share.  I am curious to know what others think "the root of lying" comes from.

There has to be a beginning.  Is it learned? Genetic?
So to see if any "experts"{sarcasm} have coined terminology:

"The Habitual Liar"
The Habitual Liar continuously, and consciously lies about anything and everything and does so in a manipulative form.

"The Pathological Liar"
The Pathological Liar lies by fabricating grand scenarios about realistic events that they really don't know that they are lying.  It happens and they don't understand the difference between fantasy and reality.

'The Congenital Liar"
The Congenital Liar really does have a genetic disorder.

Needless to say, we never found the root of lying, but it makes for a great dinner conversation or roundtable withfriends.  Spark up the conversation and let me know what you discover.