The Meeting

My body burns with desire and yearns for ur touch
The thought of being near u makes blood rush though my arteries
My heart flutters with each jolt of electricity the thought of u produces
My spirit wanders aimlessly leaving my body daily to dance in the clouds and play hopscotch with the stars as I count the milliseconds until our eyes meet again
Ur smell intoxicates me
Ur pherimones are my choice of heroin and everytime is like the first high so ur brand is my blue magic
Ur eyes seduce me into ur spirit and u into mine so much I fall asleep in them
I'm in a trance like a charmer to its snake I peer deeply in the brown seas of ur soul catchers to figure what next move I will make
I live off ur breathe and ur presence quenches my hunger ur words are filet mignon and caviar introducing my palette to the worlds most equisite delicacies
Our love is a vision created as a masterpiece only one that God himself could design
You make me aspire to be better my best so I can live by your side
I was complete before u but I'm whole with u the imprint of my ribs fit perfectly with urs and my breathe and heart beat against urs makes music that can summon Gods
The author of time carved out these seconds in my life to feel like an instant replay of the best day of my life as long as we are together and the rain, snow and sleet are the most beautiful elements
When it rains my body imagines doing a rain dance, giratin and pulsating with the pitter patter sound as u join in with me and we seduce the clouds to rain down
I can run barefoot and leave tracks in the snow while never setting frost bite to a toe because I'm an engulf in flames of ur love
Our love is a story to be told over and over again one that will never grow old and one that can never be sold. It can't be brought its crafted and provided blessed and decided on by someone larger than us both but accepted and nurtured by hope.
Our troubles and struggles build new bridges and walls for our love to conquer and our trumpets never stop blazing to see our love through.
This is a vision, a hope, a dream, a prayer on how love will feel when I have met 'U'

The Getaway

Too many years spent re-writing your identity
Running from yourself hiding in your fantasies
Creating a fascade as you pen new dreams gently
It not hard for you to be someone else that you envy
Becoming your own version of hollies golightly
The real phony that hides within your truth is unsightly
Living like new money the current centuries Gatsby
And sailing away in your getaway fantasy

Working hard to create a new vision
Anything else but who you truly are is what you envision
Never understanding that you’re a rose in bloom
To busy watching what the joneses do

Mirror Mirror on the wall
How much does it cost to sell my soul
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Whats the fee to forget it all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Am I now the fairest after all
Mirror Mirror on the wall
I just got to getaway from it all

Your feet move fast like the women in the red shoes
And like Dorothy you click your heels and you got a new view
O how it feels to not be in Kansas anymore
Its so simple to close all the drama behind the steel door
Dance along your poppies and forget me nots
And us we forget you not

The Getaway

I WILL P.U.S.H. with great F.O.C.U.S and clear my ledger of its I.O.U’s

It’s been a while since I have shared my testimony to help others. From a young age I knew that God had intended my life, my trials, and my tribulations to be a pre-cursor to my success and a building tool for others who have hit the bottom or can not tread the turbulent waters of life on their own with out encouragement. What others may see as a burden God has given me strong shoulders to bear so that I can encourage, inspire and motivate others. Yet, I have taken a break; writing those who need my motivation an I.O.U. for a later date cause at this moment I just don’t have the know-how to give you a part of me so that you may be well.

If you don’t know what I.O.U stands for let me reiterate. I.O.U stands for I Owe U (meaning I intend on giving something to you in the future) so yes I have put sharing my motivation on the backburner with no specific date in time for you to reclaim what is owed. I said to myself, “not today, not now, maybe later” because its time that I take my clear my personal ledger of its I.O.U which is a more self-developing acronym. Every now and then even those who motivate need to take a little TLC.

So I put a tweak on I.O.U and decided instead of it solely being in the interest of others to benefit lets make it two-fold and allow this same I.O.U to pay off in the interest of me. I know this sounds kind of selfish. But, have you ever considered that even the doctor who treats others must see a doctor of his own, so that he/she can be treated, is that selfish? No not at all. Should he/she not seek treatment that would be the true disservice. You cannot heal what ails others until you have addressed your own ails.

So I do not owe anyone motivation as long as I am not Investing in myself and motivating myself to my highest standard to give my best to others. I.O.U., Invest On yoU is just as important as the I.O.U the investment that you have reserved for others. After taking this all into consideration I had decided that there were things out of place in my own life, things that I had not cleaned in my boudoir; my private place where I shelve up my own inequities, shortcomings, and defunct junk. Yes, even those who have all the right things to say and can purge the sorrows of others and have them stand straight hold a key to their own closet bearing skeletons that they hold dear and sometimes simply burden their own soul.

It was time that I seek my motivator, my one more move, my investor and that is God. However, before seeking my investor he knew that I need to be invested in so he sent messengers with their bouts of encouragement, opportunity, motivation, or just a simple hello that helped to lift up within me something I was sure I had lost.

After much deliberation with my investor who owes me nothing yet pays me in dividends on a consistent basis I decided that I was doing a disservice to myself and others in many ways and I came to this conclusion.

I will P.U.S.H. (Pray Until Something Happens) while I remain in F.O.C.U.S. (Forward On Course Until Successful) and make my daily I.O.U (Invest On U) while steadily fulfilling my purpose of motivating others with the Talent he has blessed me with.

In layman’s terms I am telling you to Invest On yoU so that you can truly help others. If your grass has weeds and you are busy tending the fields of others before long your lawn will be infested with weeds; and it will take more than weed-be-gone to have your grass weed-free and green again.

Share your thoughts and look out for the Inspired Women’s Forum (IWF) brought to you by women who inspire and give back to their community all in the name of helping sisters network, grow, and be better today.

Enid Middleton

Rose is always a rose and a violet is always a violet

Rose is always a rose and a violet is always a violet

Today I was standing in Bryant Park for no reason at all thinking about how I haven't posted on tears4seasons in ages and I looked around and a pot of violets caught my eyes. As I looked at the violets it was almost like they whispered to me; like the fish in the lil mermaid to the prince, “just kiss the girl”. They whispered to me let us be your muse; let your pen kiss us. Weird I know, but the way the violets stood was very symbolic to my life; past, present, and all hopes for the future.
I noticed a cluster of violets that seemed to all look a like creating a beautiful picture; but, one stood apart and alone and was just as beautiful. Just like I had seen pieces of me in the stars, a rose in concrete, and the imagery of me on the clouds I had saw myself in that violet; standing alone but just as beautiful.

Her sister flowers were near but she still desired to grow at her own distance making sure to stand out. Even though she grew from similar beginnings it was almost like she knew that she would not be placed under, not overshadowed, but instead stand dominantly on her own.
Probably not; I mean violets have no say on where they grow, right? Possibly the hands that planted her may have known but she did no more than grow in the condition provided to her.

Although she stood alone she didn't seem to be alone, and that is what meant so much to me. You can stand alone; you can choose to have your own ray of sunshine, and sip the water of the soil that feeds your unbounded roots and know that it’s ok to nurture alone. But she wasn’t so far from her sister violets where tough winds would leave her without care; no, they were there. If a wind blew I am sure she would be able to sway her petals right beside those of her sisters. She stood alone but it made her no less a violet. They may be clusters but they can stand alone; like my sorors, like strong black women, and just like I can.

I say with DISTINCTION: I am a ROSE the that grew out of concrete; a tree that GROWS in Brooklyn, a CUTTER of the glass ceiling, and a beautiful VIOLET; WHAT ARE YOU?

Destiny Child

Destiny Child

I woke up in a nights sweat shaking with thoughts of the past
Yet in my soul and in my sprit I did not weep
Deep within me a voice cried unto me
"This is not a time for tears and never has there been"
My heart jerked at such a careless verse
And beat faster with upset and hurt
"How dare you say such a thing?" I screamed
For I have seen so much, and I have beat so much
But still it doesn’t take the pain away it seems
I have dreamed for much, and achieved much but I expect much more of myself
Why should I not weep?
Is it unfair for me to weep about my trials?
Unfair to weep for my losses
Unfair for me to weep about my pain
Unfair for me to wanna feel hopeless
How dare you, say such things
The voice spoke softly and said to me
For in all you have gone through I have been there
And through all you will go through I will be there
For your trials have given you a great heart to bare
And with me by your side there is nothing you shall fear
Although you have seen a terror or two
There is so much more I have planned for you
You’re not like others
And not as you wish
But through out this life you have received many gifts
It has been in your troubles, and your grievance
It has been in the tears you have shed through out seasons
It has been giving to you because you could bare it
And your shoulders are strong you can feel it
It has made you stronger all you have been through
So this is why I say such things to you
Fear not what is to come here
Fear not the things that travel near
You have been blessed in all you've been through
It’s DESTINY CHILD the burdens I give you.

E INK Middleton

As human beings we find ourselves troubled. Whether it is in the midnight hour, midday, or any other hour; we all question the lives we have led or the paths we see before us. It is not wrong for us to weep but in each tear we drop understand that strength is what will come of it and your destiny is being brought closer to you by each and everything you go through. We will each experience our season. Whether it be a drought when we need it to rain, or a storm when we need peace; our season comes in due time. It all makes sense when you sit and truly take time to recap on each event and identify how it has positively influenced your life. At times it may be hard to see the good in the bad but how can there be light at the end of any tunnel if we don’t take time to see it. In troubled times know that there will always be refuge. And that refuge no matter in what presence it presents itself is a gift much like the pain that came before it.

Just a little something I wanted to share with everyone to let them know that trouble doesn't last always although it may seem as it does. Free yourself from your in adequacies, your fears, your troubles, and your past; embrace the lessons derived from them and move forward towards a greater goal.

Enid

A Little Note 2 My Readers

So, I haven't wrote in a while....Sad to say I have been so pre-occupied with surviving and living in the working world that I have found myself at a literary road block. I have been uninspired, discouraged, and flawed in my attempt to pick up a pen or tap my fingers to the keyboard. Hopefully; this forked road will lead me to being more inspired and eventually my muse will present itself unto me and help me to get back on my writing track....Don't fret that this is the end. I am sure that it I am far from that. Your passion never dies without a fight and I know that before I stop writing or desiring ink, words, or literature I would be surely dead and 6 feet in the ground. And I am almost positive even then I will be writing in the clouds.....I'll be back soon full loaded and verbally ready to go.

OTHERS

Allow me to give a testimony and bear witness to how others will try to demolish everything you are...It doesn't really matter what you give or who you are; there will always be others who attempt to challenge who you are. They believe that what they see at times is who you are but DO NOT allow them to judge; only one can judge and alongside that you are your worst critic. You know you better than anyone else outside of whomever you believe to be above. We are not perfect and I say this all the time because people believe if you can talk about certain things you don't have issues, hang-ups, trials, tribulations, or hurdles. But I have realized that through out time no-one can tell you who you are to be you always knew and always will know what you are capable of. I don't believe that you are a product of an environment you are who you choose to be. You may have habits that others don't understand but can they listen to you? Do they still run to you? is your advise still valuable to them? for that one minute when they need you they don't judge you they are ready to suck you dry. Don't every doubt your destiny or who you are to be, because someone already gave you the energy to know you are or will be what you already know within...

I haven't posted in a while but trust I have alot of things for you guys check back in the next week and I will blow your mind...I will definitely have something for everyone tell everyone to check me out.....uplift your sister. If my blog don't inspire or motivate then don't bother but I am sure you can feel something on my blog.....so check back in like a week

From ADAMS RIB

From Adams rib and the breath of the maker did the strong women bloom

Like a flower that blooms in spring
or a red leave in the breeze of autumn
Like the sweet smell of summers eve
and warm crackling fireplaces of winter
the strong women transcends; engrossing the mind of others and demanding forces take notice
There is strength in her hands; her palms tell her story
and the story of those who came before and those who sit beside her
her hips bore life for she is the "wombed" man
her legs are strong and her wit just as mighty
she can create, and make things real

the anatomy of a strong woman emerged
from Adams rib and the breathe of the God

She has always been a force to reckon with, a mover and a shaker a determined creature when her mind is made up and a powerful entity due to whom she has come
from whence she came she has evolved

The strong black woman from the rib of Adam and the breathe of God

Before I Lay Down to Sleep

Is it true
that at night time you cry?
Rolling from left to right there’s no one in sight
Is it true that you wish that you could change
Change your past so that the things you did before you wont do it twice the same
Is it true that you hold on to the memories that you thought you’d lose
Cause the idea that they are around and in your palm
let you know that at least you have something worth holding on
Is it true, that you cry at night when its dark
Hoping that no one sees and
no one knows your pain
to share that pain makes you weak and
you despise being lame
Is it true that your not as cold as it seem and that
within you got a lot of heat and
your burning up in side and
ya blood is beating that heart
faster and faster and faster
in hopes that it can warm up the temperature from the ice that surrounds it from all the hurt and pain that’s drowning it.
You have holes inside and your trying to fill them but your tired of forcing them
with them empty lies and empty promises
And things that people told you that the would do but didn’t do. And the things that you know could you do but didn’t do, and things that you know you should do but wouldn’t do.
It is true that at night time you cry
because you dreamed that things would be different but things are to much the same and you hope that things would change but it takes to much and its to long to hold on to change.
Or its to hard and to much of challenge to hold on to being who you believe you should be,
and knowing you know want to be, demanding that you grab your dream and be everything you wish to be.

Is it true that at night time you cry after looking in the mirror
after looking in the mirror
after looking in the mirror every night for the first time and only seeing a women scarred, scorned and filled with lies.
Your not happy with what your seeing so
during the day you live a lie
putting on a show that last in other minds
but its so far from the truth
And even you behavior confuses you
so at night you cry….
you cant take that person you see inside
and you want to believe that what’s behind close doors stays in the dark
and whats behind closed doors won’t eventually come to light.
So its only at night you don’t hide
you hurt like anyone else but its at night that you come out your shell
making sure that there is no one else who can testify to what they saw….
you dare not let them meet that women scorned.
Is it true that at night time you cry?
Your eyes fill up with water and the emotions run through you
you don’t know how to explain them and its hard to express them so you decide to suppress them
So its at night you cry.
But don’t feel alone cuz…..shhhhhh
Sometimes at night I cry,….ink