He's Happiest When You...

He's happiest When YOU

Feed him :Cook in high heels- and little else; try new and interesting recipes- keep his palate surprised

“Love him up”: Every man is some one’s son- and mami’s take care of their babies; right? Hold his face, look into his eyes, stroke his cheeks, give him random warm embraces, stroke head/hair- lay his head on your bosom… Let him hear what he does to your heartbeat ;)

Listen: Yes, ladies- we ARE always right. He knows that- if he has some shit to get off his chest: Let him.

Let him breathe: Boys night out= Girls night out, DUH!

Support: Everyone has a dream-it’s NO one’s place to shit on them.

*Spare him the drama that transpires between you and your girlfriends: He doesn’t care and you sound just as catty in the role of the victim as whomever you’re painting as the villain. *

Speak sweetly: Why not? ;)

Debate intelligently: It’s sexy, it’s mature, and often allows for a better understanding of the situation at hand.
Demonstrate independence, and retain a sense of self- It’s ok to be “busy” .If he wanted a beck and call girl; he could pay for one.

Keep it sexy: My abuelita, said to me once in very plain Spanglish: Mama you don’t know what ur man sees in the streets before he gets home to you. It’s your job to do better than the streets.

And FInally....

Laugh lots
Smile more…
Suck dick daily ;)

It's a girl thing...

At times...little else matters more than my high heels.

A Different Type of Love

Imagine the forces involved in bringing two people together. Of the billions of souls walking this planet- at once we encounter someone- if only for a season; someone so intriguing, attractive, necessary, to what we’re going thru- that we have to touch them, hold them, possess them…What power pulls us into each other? What happens to make one person worthy of entrée into your physical space? When true, this tidal wave of emotion may cause one to lose all sense of reason. We go crazy, and we like it. What if, when this feeling found us, we honored it with honesty, maturity, consideration, and true kindness? What if we were intelligent enough to respect the differences that brought us together-never aiming to change them? What if love allowed us the courage to accept the realities we’d wish away on dreams of fairytale love? Imagine understanding the difference between love, and obsession. Visualize the power of infinite forgiveness. Envision love without limits, and unnecessary expectations. Imagine true appreciation. Wouldn’t it be something, if we’d master the art of compromise just enough to really love-when we say we do. If letting go of love’s embrace were not an option…would you be open to a different type of love?

I know love

I used to be afraid of feeling the way I do. I've written my views on love and relationships in what I would describe as a slightly obscure manner. I'm extremely left of center, and I admit- I was petrified of the judgment that comes along with being a free thinking woman.

Silly of me to deny my inner force- the thing that makes me go.
I'm fueled by this thing- the mystery in brings, the pain it causes, and the lovely destruction it conjures. Love is the boss of me,it's complicated,and cannot be contained.

Try as we may- we can't fight it without hurting ourselves... and once we let it penetrate- it's even more powerful over us. I've come to know love on a first name basis. We communicate. We're learning from each other. Love - loves me; aches for my attention- finds me when I'm not looking- so I dare not ignore that love is the reason for my existence.
I understand that love is not possesion, rather an emotion to be shared.

Love isn't about the restrictions we place on those we share our hearts with.Loving someone does not make them trust worthy.Sharing your feelings of emotional attachment with another wont make them perfect. We say- What's Love without trust? I say- love without trust, is very human emotion. We're here to explore, fail, succeed, do better...

At the root of trust is one’s expectation of another to behave in a manner which is indicative integrity. What happens when that person is honest enough to say: “Don’t do that- don't place that weight on me. I’m human. I will fuck up. I may let you down. I may break promises, but I love you more than anything in this world”? How would you handle that? If we were honest- that’s what we’d all say... but we don't, and we won't. At least most of us won't... But I will,cause I know love... and I know it's limits, it's intent, it's true meaning... To love is to have an unconditional feeling of obligation, contribution, affection, emotion, devotion, willingness to compromise, and give the very best you have to offer. This is the only way I know how to do it. And so I say- if you're love for me means, that you'd try to change me... The free, honest, real, unapologetic, side of my heart will advise you- that you're kind of love- could never live in me.

Him

He got that- ‘Sup boo? Let me hit you right back,” swag
Got me waitin’ by the phone-
So we can bone till the sunshines
His charisma fills the room, any room- every time
Got me wantin’ him kinda like a groupie
Want his autograph all over me- really
He got those niggas that’ll come getcha
I feel invincible in his arms
Got me a ridah- a goon with a sexy smile- yep
When he touches me, my troubles melt away
He knows how to handle me
With care, kindness and consideration-straight boy scout
When he does wrong to whatever degree
He ensures we never part ways without smiles in place
‘Cause he cares in immeasurable ways
He make me wanna do things
Suck stuff, lick, love, cook, clean
Beg for his seed, have his babies
Can’t imagine forever without him
Tomorrow wouldn’t matter if we weren’t us
Hands down- it’s not another mutha fucka like…Him.

Lyrically Sound

Epiphanies.... Part I

Settling into the peace of being me:
Owning my failures, and looking toward great things
Learning to love everywhere I've been
Instead of living with regret
Coming into a genuine appreciation of how very human we are
Born with nothing more than the ability to breathe
So many things shape who will become-
And I realize mine is the main ingredient-
In life we leave little pieces of ourselves scattered here and there
But its what we take with us, that amounts to the most
How many have I loved?
How many hate me when I take my love away?
Now mindful of the energy I leave in my wake
It's all love- I could never hate-
Everyone should be happy

When people feel good, they don't bring misery-
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I know....
You can't please all of the people all of the time-
I know longer care to
Our time is so personal ... to us
Born alone- and plan to die happy
My time to shine.. mine.
Life has afforded me great opportunities
Youth made me shit on several-
But I'm good now. I'm owning this
There's a power inside- whispering; empowering me always-

Convincing me that everything I've touched, will lead me to where
I always want to be...

Totally at peace with me....



 I love everybody ;)

Just one of those songs...