....But Why Though?

........Her Bare was Elegance. It was all about Her curves, and not Her curves. Naked was his Heart. His Feelings Taboo to Her, She preferred he cover them up. Shamed for having Cupid shot admiration for Her. Emotions unwanted. Heir to rejection, antidote optimism, only made him admire Her more. Only made him eye Her more. Only made him more consistent. Don Julio and Tito’s chaperoned the mood. Deep talks painted the surface. Her Life and his life both paralleled in journey, even though the script was written different. But why though? Why two Lives so familiar seem so stranger?

An Eye For An Eye........

........Liking someone more than they like you is such a tough feeling to navigate. Most crash before the driving ever takes place. It's an Emotional Battle with Balance. You fiend for them to miss you the way you miss them, even if it's only been a few seconds, minutes, or hours elapsed between the time you last spoke with them. You fiend for them to get lost in that same space you've gotten lost in, where day dreams of sentimental scenes starring them are dreamed. You desire them to desire the same desires as you do and more. You kiss the back of your hand simulating a kiss between your lips, and you hope they simulate the same kiss you've kissed. First and last to text, you wish for the wins to be neck and neck, both beating one another to the punch evenly. The climax you reach for putting smiles on their face, you hope they lust the same kind of orgasmic. The Proactive-Premeditated Effort you put toward their Happiness you crave they're just as calculated. It's not about an eye for and eye, but it's an eye for an eye. Hand to hand, you practice clutching your fingers together so that you're familiar with the expression "As One" when you're fingers finally meets theirs, and you wish for your dedication to be a dedication they're just as dedicated to. Head resting on hands palm to palm, you pray to Jehovah, Jesus, or Allah and beg that one of them is listening, so that the message reaches them, "Her" clearly. Liking someone more than they like you is such a tough feeling to navigate.

R.I.P

........Sometimes for your own sanity you must give your Love for them a funeral. Kiss the feelings and Emotions gently on the cheek, then whisper "Rest in Peace." No tears, it's in a better place now. Seal the coffin with a smile, no need to throw dirt on it.

Her........

........All Her past regret not being Her future.

Armor....

........Knight and Shining, "Her Armor."
But is the weld well? Jousting doubt for the prize, "Her Heart." No keys to Her chastity, trying to break the lock. "Rapunzel, let your hair down and climb away with he. For there is far more beyond that tiny little window that is trying to make you believe that you have seen all that you can see." A Sleeping Beauty She's been. Kiss he, and wake up from all the years of lost dreaming, to finally dream the dreams that remind you that you're living. Summer in the winter, an available nose flares wide open smelling the fresh scent of resurrection. Her Resurrection. It's redemption. No victim, The Victor. Losing is the illusion, winning is the real magic. She is magic. Seen all in Her eye; Her third, right and left. Sexy!! She flaunts Her appeal, confident appeal, like nice legs in mini skirts and high heels. Drawn to Her light trying not to be blinded by Her taste for extreme thrill. To avoid becoming just another face in Her option race. "Knight and Shining, "Her Armor." But is the weld well?" 

Scorpion Flower....

.....Scorpion Flower. Her sting is Tortured Bliss. Violent with Her touch, it's purposeful, but to whom more? You or Her? She fingers Emotions, pulls on them, like puppet strings. Making Pinocchio's who are no more than just hard wood move how She wants them to move and when She wants them to move. It's Her Art, like puppeteers. Scorpion Flower. Her sting is Tortured Bliss.

"Full of Grace........"

....Full of Grace. Hail, not hell. All burn, no ash. Her mirrors are smoke free. She's the cross to bury the past. For Her, one must fast, and not move fast. It's the crease in Her smile that makes the chase for miles all worthwhile. It's subtle, wide and mistaken for not polite even. All teeth showing She means it honestly. Pep in Her 9's, She lends a few, too kind, when the clouds shade bright the color of night, erasing any thoughts of exhausting 9 lives. Daddies Son, but not Daddies Son, plan's to stick around whether this thing between is lost or found. When the sun shines blind, She can still show you the light. When the wind decides mute, and blows all silent you can still feel the cool in Her breeze. The grip in Her fingers never leave lonely palms lonely. She's dreamy, but non fiction amongst the fiction fixated on jaded. Her ripples, calm as still lakes. Pressure burst pipes, but Her pressure on pipes burst with Pleasure.......Full of Grace. Hail, not hell. All burn, no ash. Her mirrors are smoke free.......

Quotes Of The Day....By Me

"....A sucker for meetings that never went nowhere. Even missed connections are meant to be, because how else would you know what's meant to be, when it's meant to be?"

"Aggression!!"

...."Aggression!!"It's a challenge to balance, to ration out. Not enough, you starve progression. Too much, you learn a greedy lesson.

Happy VDay!!

"To Her, From Us...."

....If his eyes are too blind to see heaven inside yours....
His feelings too numb to feel the warm joy of being nested in the cuddle of your arms....
His Heart too Heartless to know what real Love beats like....
His ears to deaf to hear your pain screaming for him to acknowledge his mistakes and learn from them....
Then all his refuses to do, I will gladly do and do them gladly......
Have A Great Day!!

The Invention Of Their Noise

He tapped imagination on the forehead and said, "I wish I could be the new guy on the scene, the friend of a friend who spots you from across the room instantly, like zoom. And with no hesitation, slides your way, like a bunch Midwest folk dancing to that Cupid song; grabs you by the hand and says "Let's ditch this place and go somewhere quiet where we can make our own noise....

Vday Blues

"....That's ok I'll be my own Valentine." Well that's cool, and if masking the pain of being sans a date works for you that way, on that day, then ok, but I think it's just another way of saying "I am bitterly depressed that I'm all alone and have no one to participate in the (for the most part) staged show of Temporary Love and Affection." (fleeting as we speak) But hear me out, I do understand just how important it is for some of you to have Love on display; receiving flowers, cards and candy at work or school for all your "Haters or Congratulaters" to see, It feeds your "I'm A Cool Kid Ego" and makes those who didn't receive the Love-Expression treats feel just as shitty as you would be if you weren't the recipient. So trust me, feeling specially Loved for one day should really be the least of your worries, it's the other 364 you should be concerned about.

One Way

For the most part, Love is a one way street that you hope someone makes a wrong turn, in the right way, toward your way. Or that they ignore the signs that someone else has posted and decides to drive your way. Either way you should always keep driving toward destination, "Loving Way."

HBO "His Beauty Ode"

He wanted Her to be his Sloan, but it seemed like She wanted someone with an Entourage, someone who screams loud about their Gold. Patience is a virtue, so he was all for the taking it slow, but he's no Turtle, just a man who didn't mind hurdling a few hurdles. He thought She was worth his Chase, but not worth the Drama of trying to keep a straight face, while others kept winning Her race. Sunrise to sunset he fantasized about being Notebook emotional with Her; August sensitive and touchy-feely, like X head's jacked up on E. Used to only Street Love, She called him gay for listening to Lloyd, but if She only knew, She'd know, that he was just trying to teach Her Lessons in Love.

"Be Not......" by Keanna Nicole Bonner-Lewis

Keanna Nicole Bonner-Lewis

Be not my selfish Lover. Spread yourself all over me, make your presence known fore I am not shy nor shame faced. Who can bring shame to me? Give air to this broken vessel. Share a peaceful song with me, and when our song is over, fly far away.

Thank You With Love For The Love

So as you all may know I just had a birthday because each of you wished me a happy one. And as my born day ran its course, and as I downed two for one drinks at Sharkeez for about ummm....four hours straight, it dawned on me, while I was still sober, how much of a fan I have truly become of the simple things. Some of you know me personally and some of you know me socially, but for those who don't, I've done a few things, been a few places and shook a few hands in this short (and literally short) but bountiful life of mine. You can call it getting old, getting wiser, cultured or all of the above, well I call it "Getting Real Simple!!" Too often we get lost in riding the waves of someone else's belief when truthfully we don't even like surfing. With that rambling said, "I Thank You All For The Kind Birthday Wishes," which were the most priceless expressions of the simple things that anyone could ever spend on me and I appreciate y'all for making it rain, but don't hesitate to send gifts next year Ya Digggg!!!!!......LOL

ONE4...I'M OUT!!!!

A.D.I.D.A.S "All Day I Dream About She"

Brainstorming in the city of Culver at a Panera, having a veggie on rye; it ain't no "Stuff I Eat" but the Wi-Fi is free. A heavy storm of motion picture scenes clear up once my eyes become fixed on the sunshine of a young woman and young man engaging in that newly-sprung couple activity of "apartment shopping." The bond of building a home; sharing that soft and guarded place, compromising closet space and erasing "Me" off the directory and adding "We" is what inspires timeless Love songs and matrimony moments. Ideal tenants for a landlord like cupid because it means these Lovemates' lease will last longer than a reality romance...Where the Love is scripted and acted out daily, like trophy wives who marry for Gucci, Louis, and Jimmy. Single Hearts in a Single plot equals a strong ace in a weak house. The cards don't lie when the future of who you're suppose to live and die with is properly prophesied.
Photo Model: Arlette Daluz

A.D.I.D.A.S "All Day I Dream About She"

Deep asleep, counting an orchard of orange orchids instead of sheep, I saw her on the red carpet at a fundraiser for feeding foreign children. In her own world she paid me no mind, like the paparazzi guys hollering the names of Hollywood starlets from behind the roped-red line. She stood tall on a perfect pair of toned stilts that stretched long, like an ocean liner layed out across the surface of a still sea. Her hair played in a kind breeze, like palm leaves. Face blushed bright with beauty, yet she nervously shifted in her skin every few seconds as if she didn't belong in the body in which God chose for her to live. As if being herself was a little too much to handle, which aged her hands, old and wrinkled, tired from a short life spent trying to get the handle.

I couldn't help but get lost in her language. My world paused and put on hold. I wanted to jump behind the wheels of her life, take control of her fight and guide her away from whatever pain was driving her insane. My eyes, target locked on her every insecureness, noticed that she looked down when she walked as if she didn't trust her own steps. An etiquette I would hope to help her correct by coaching her on how to walk with more faith.

A random wind suddenly lifted her dress, like teenage perverts horny to see underneath, but she quickly nailed it down, like a circus tent, making sure to never expose any of the tricks and clowns who juggled her emotions and never committed with focus when asked to walk the tight line with her, causing show after show to always end with a bad review.

But as she nears the end of the depress line, I will be there to take her by the hand, to help chaperone the young lady, sad and weak, into the strong and happy woman she is meant to be.
Photo Model: Arlette Daluz

A.D.I.D.A.S "All Day I Dream About She"

I reached out with an invite to snoop around the halls of your life and you caught me with a nosy nose of your own and signaled me to find my way in.

The first few days were as potent as a summer romance in the city of Paris. Our minds spoke a common English, but secretly I dreamed that we both were bilingual so that our lips could speak a little French. The official language of Lovers. Do you like to teach? If so can you tutor me with this grammar? You probed with interest and I sparkled, like the Eiffel at night. The image of your smile splashed across my face, like morning rain. Baptized in your glory I felt like a saint because my thoughts practiced abstinence. My lust tightly dressed in chastity couture I held back, like a bull in its pen, steaming to get out. The chatter of cute convo has grown up, moved its way out and moved short talk in. Silence has fallen upon this loud party of feel good flirting, but like old folks who wear aids to hear clearly I will turn my ears up volume high until the sound of intrigue blasts sonic again.
Photo Model: Brandi ALexander