MY HEART...LIZZ WRIGHT

My heart my head my mind my soul My feelings over you

My tears my touch remember all that I am to you

My heart my mind my soulMy feelings over you

My tears my touch remember all that I am

When you're gonna pick up the phone and call me

Tell me I can come overI got my ticket and my bags are packed

My coat is hangin' over my shoulder

Time is passing and it's getting late

This heart of mine just can't wait

And after all that we've been through

I maybe get there and I'll give it to you baby

My heart my head my mind my soul

My feelings over you

My tears my touch remember all that I am to you

My heart my mind my soul My feelings over you

My tears my touch remember all that I am

Standing by the window and lookin' out

My heart is turning I want to shout

You're complicated I don't want to complain

The way you're acting can you explain

Why all this love is wasted on you

Can I live with all that is you

You say you love me silence I can't hear

All I want is to be near you baby

My heart my head my mind my soul

My feelings over you

My tears my touch remember all that I am to you

My heart my mind my soul

My feelings over you

My tears my touch remember all that I am

I'm looking for a reason to stay true

Looking for our loveLooking at me and looking at you

And even if I could turn away and then

I see that I'm falling in love again

Some times I wanna give you up

Some times I want to leave you alone

Some times I want to run away

And some times I want you to come back home

Come home to me yeah yeah baby

I know I know you'll be good for me

Come home come home

Yeah babyI'm right here babyCome home to me

Yes I'm right here babyYeah all I am to you

I know you feel me baby

Yeah yeah

Come on come on

Home to me

BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN

MAY 2ND...SATURDAY IS MY BIRTHDAY

I WANT SONGS, LYRICS AND LINKS TO SONGS

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TRUE LOVE TUESDAY: LEAVING THE PIECES ON THE FLOOR...

"You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've happened...or you can leave the pieces on the floor and move the fuck on"

...Tupac

LOVETALK TODAY

LETTING GO: Getting Past A Broken Heart

WITH LIFE COACH

ANGELA BISHOP ROSS

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MAY 2ND IS MY BIRTHDAY!

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LIFE TRANSITIONING...

I am not failing at anything. I am not drowning in self pity...OK pretty close. But I have learned over the last couple of years to recognize the negative chatter in my head. To face the fears that are bold and greet them with my sword drawn. Sometimes they come sweetly...as a whisper...seductively... seemingly harmless. Always under the guise of good advice or empathy or concern. But really they are poisonous. They destroy and harm and break the spirit.

It is those moments that hurt the most. The fears that pull me in with comforting thoughts of do nothing...be nothing...sit and wait...waste time. And me in my perceived wounded state agrees and surrenders to the madness of self pity and doubt.

When I am not FOCUSED ON MYSELF...the world can hurt me. People can hurt me. When I am not steadfast in my faith that I am DIVINE...the world can hurt me. People can hurt me. Sometimes the knife comes and you don't even feel it until its way too late. But its never to late to get hold of your senses.

It is clear to me that I am transitioning again...changing...grown a bit more. Each time this happens old wounds rear their ugly head and I can feel self-pity and doubt arrive ready to party. It is not that I haven't learned any lessons...I have. I believe these old wounds are opening up because it is time to heal them for good. I've gotten new tools and now its time to call them forth. I believe that I am about to step into more of myself. That my dreams of long of ago are just within reach. That this is another example of shedding old to make way for the new. This one thought saves me.

I have been brave all of my life. I have endured much. I believe my humanity remains in tact and that I truly love deeply. I am happiest when I am in love with the world rather than at odds with it. There is a new path ahead and I am steadfast in blazing forward. There is no choice but to follow the will of God. I hear it assuredly as I hear my children call my name.

This truly is a life in transition.

BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN!

SATURDAY MAY 2ND

I WANT SONGS, LYRICS & LINKS TO SONGS THAT

YOU THINK DESCRIBE ME...COMPLIMENT ME OR YOU JUST THINK I WOULD LOVE!

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IT'S ALWAYS JAZZ SUNDAY: UNCHARTED WATERS

So much of how I maneuver in the world comes from a place of lack. I find myself easily focused on what I do not have. What's not in front of me. What I am without. I know better. I truly know better. But to overcome this mindset requires a commitment to consciousness. I must always ask myself the big questions...the hard questions: What is this feeling? Why am I feeling it? and What can I do about it?

Things catch me off guard all the time...as if I am unprepared for the shit that people do. Each time that I am hurt it is like the first time ever. I am not sure if this is a good thing or a bad thing. You would think I would be more protective of my heart. I am not. So I get wounded. The wounds affect my willingness to be intimate and be open and welcoming. This is the side affect of a wounded heart and spirit. Its not about being on guard it is about becoming unwelcoming. Each hurt pulls me further and further away from a welcoming heart. Love waits on welcome...not on time

So here I am living this life. Noticing that I need to be kinder to myself and to give myself a break...but at the same time I need to push myself beyond the mundane and the moderate. I am not living as grandly as I like. I am not chasing the day. I am still controlled by fear and what-ifs and lack. Self doubt is commanding a strong offense and I am feeling helpless in my defense.

I am fearful and afraid. I have tools to combat this. I am summoning all my courage and all my self preserving tools. The eternal optimist in me loves to win and is not going to go without a fight. I have a fighting spirit. I know how to climb hills and mountains.

So this week I am creating a life strategy that I am launching for my birthday. I am reading and discerning and meditating and praying as I am about to turn this ship of a life in a new direction...uncharted waters.

MY BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN

NEXT SATURDAY MAY 2ND IS MY 46TH BIRTHDAY

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LET THE BIRTHDAY COUNTDOWN BEGIN: I WANT

CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON!

My birthday is May 2nd! I will be 46 year's old! If you missed last year's festivities check the older posts...It was AMAZING! My blog fam graced me with poetry...finely crafted poetry. All moving and BEAUTIFUL! My intention is to bind them all into a personal book. Yes you can do that so easily these days.

This year I've got gifts coming..handcrafted gifts from bloggers who I adore and who have said we want to give you something special next year...well Baby its next year!

My birthday is a big deal...like Christmas and Valentine's day. I LOVE LOVE LOVE marking the passage of time. So what do I want this year? HHHMMM How about...MUSIC!

I WANT SONGS POSTED...LYRICS OF SONGS POSTED... THAT DESCRIBE ME OR VIBE ME! Think of me and think of a song that describes me...or how you feel about me...or what I've written or what you hope for me! I WILL POST EVERYTHING!

Email me your links...song selections...links to songs...lyrics to lovebabz@gmail.com

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!!!

APRIL IS NATIONAL POETRY MONTH: NORDETTE ADAMS, POET

Light and Only Light
(I am goddess)
By Nordette Adams
Rated R for strong language
Listen to the spoken word audio at this link. ..

I will know him
he will not woo me in the dark
I have known too many men who've chosen darkness to smell my scent, to sniff my essence and coo to me beneath cloaks of secrecy
If they'd only look to poetry,
how many times I tell them to come clean,
how many times I speak the meanness done
to one with lights off they'd know they miss the mark.
You cannot woo me offline,
no poetry, no art, no music draws me
in the dark.

I was molested in the dark
raped in the dark
I've been a secret love to single boys
in the dark
because the fat girl ain't a cheerleader,
and my husband kept me in the dark while he chased another lover
and told lies about me to his mother and
I lost my mind in the dark.

So I will know him who truly wants me
because he'll shout with light
be the clichéd knight in white
when-a-man-loves-a-woman
do it right with roses and diamonds
to magnify the brilliance and perfection he sees in me.
He'll blaze delcarations the
whole damn world believes.

In poetry, in song, with art,
and drama, drang and sturm,
in secrecy, in open, in a moment,
all night long,
he'll be that "someday he'll come along and he'll be big and strong" like
a big-ass Paul Bunyan with Blue true
motherfucker that nobody would
dare claim "He don't love you! He don't love you."

My favor shall dress his face,
liven his pace, and he'll waste nothing
in screaming out its glory.
He'll glow with passion
for his queen.

This is the language
of Nordette.
If you cannot speak it,
I love you as mentor,
I know you as friend.
I accept you as a soul mate on the seventh plane of platonic affection
and take you graciously into my bosom
because I am goddess
and all that.
Yes!
I am all that.

"First Came Darkness"

The Goddess and The Skylark Dancing Through the Word Labyrinth

LOVETALK

TODAY

NORDETTE ADAMS

AUTHOR, WRITER, POET

CONTRIBUTING EDITOR AT BLOGHER

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I have a poem posted over at The Prisoner's Wife

SICKNESS IS A GIFT: AN EPIPHANY

Long before I was sick for the last several days, I was haunted by the Van Morrison song When Will I Ever Learn To Live In God? It is a deep calling inside me. I have felt the pull of the divine my entire life. I have come far in grace. Even when my world came crashing down around me and so-called friends were jumping ship and the winds of loss...change...pain...doom were upon me. I knew in my heart of hearts I was not alone or forsaken.

In the midst of being sick this past week it became clear to me that I must renew my focus of spiritual awakening. To live with a full heart. I must be kinder to myself and to my heart. Being sick was a gift. I had an epiphany. It gave me a chance to think about what was truly important. I am important and must act accordingly. I have not wasted time. I have learned some lessons about my time and how to tune out the external voices and to listen to my voice.

When Will I Ever Learn To Live in GOD? RIGHT NOW. I am ushering in a new commitment to development of self. To live with a full heart. To continue to be joyful in my day. To surround myself with those that only know love and are interested in love. To be kind to myself and my spirit. Life isn't short. It is long enough to love fully. You live long enough to love deeply, grandly and beautifully...that is the lesson. It isn't about time, it is about love and inviting love to take root.

When will I ever learn to live in God?

When will I ever learn?

He gives me everything I need and more

When will I ever learn?

Whatever it takes to fulfill his mission

That is the way we must go

But you've got to do it your own way

Tear down the old, bring up the new

....Van Morrison...

TRUE LOVE TUESDAY: LOVE TRUE

I do not like complicated things. My mind easily breaks down the most complicated things, scenarios, problems, challenges, dilemmas. I am not scientific in my thinking approach. I just tap into my high intuitive nature and more times than not I have a clear and precise answer. This is how its always been for me. The only time it fails me is when I ignore what I know and feel. There are a lot of folks who do not get how I am this way. Or more exactly, how I can be so emotional and feel everything. I am always always baffled how they cannot.

So this brings me to love and how in love, we are called to extend ourselves beyond what we think and trust in how we feel. Love does not ask us for perfection. Love does not asks to be convincing or defended or calculated. It asks us to love true. To be authentic and bold and brave. There is no certainty in anything other than death and taxes. Love for some can be fleeting and grand, ethereal and solid, loud and peaceful. For others love seems just out of reach. Out of reach because too much is placed on romantic love and stolen kisses, rather than the day to day embracing of another's spirit and shortcomings and humanity. Love requires faith. Bravery. And a willingness to let love in.

I am no scientist. I do not have all the answers. I am a transitioning woman...learning to maneuver in the world, only certain in my ability to love true.

ON LOVETALK

TODAY 12:30 PM EST

AFTER THE LENTEN JOURNEY

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I AM A WOMAN AND I AM AN ARTIST AND I KNOW WHERE MY VOICE BELONGS

My favorite blog Sister Kay C, The Quiet Storm had this amazing song posted on her blog last week in a post called The Last Of A Dying Breed...An Endangered Species and I was so BLOWN AWAY! I had to have it. Had to post here and let it speak for me. THANK YOU KAY C! You light my path!

Endangered Species - Dianne Reeves



I am an endangered species
But I sing no victim
I am a woman I am an artist
And I know where my voice belongs

I am a woman I exist
I shake my fist but not my hips
My skin is dark my body is strong
I sign of rebirth no victim

I am an endangered species
But I sing no victim
I am a woman I am an artist
And I know where my voice belongs

They cut out my sex they bind my feet
Silence my reflex no tongue to speak
I work in the fields I work in the store
I type up the deals and I mop the floors
I am an endangered species
But I sing no victim
I am a woman I am an artist
And I know where my voice belongs

My body is fertile I bring life about
Drugs, famine, and war, take them back out
My husband can beat me his right they say
And rape isn

I am an endangered species
But I sing no victim
I am a woman I am an artist
And I know where my voice belongs
I know where my soul belongs
I know where I belong

NO WARRANTY..."AS IS" BABY

I am on the upswing! I am feeling my stride. What was dark. bleak. sad. Is now joyous! Everywhere I look there's a rainbow. There's a rainbow because I say so. I believe so.

I am an optimist. I believe in the healing and restorative certainty of love. Not in the certainty of people, mind you. But in the power to motivate people with love and through love. Yes I would like to know that someone has my back...can fire a shot need be. But that speaks to trust. Trust is love in action...it says without question I will be there. It is not my word...but my doing. Everyone likes to ask What Would Jesus Do? But I say look what Jesus DID!

We are all frail and wounded and desperate. Love heals the broken places. Not lovers. I am my own gift. And I must remember to give myself back to myself when I am feeling lonely or sad or angry.

I cannot live up to any one's expectations. I am a woman in transition. I am a women born to love. My right now has to be good enough. And I believe in my heart that the right man will be drawn to my right now and will appreciate the "As Is" no warranty.

So here's my deal: You gotta take love the "As Is" Otherwise keep it moving, there's other cars out there, find one with the right warranty that you can live with. It's always about what you can live with.

TENDERNESS...AND THE BLOG MAKEOVER IS DONE!

For a long while I was mistaking kindness for tenderness...meaning as I was diligently saying I wanted someone who was kind. What I really meant was I want someone who is tender or better still, tender with me, showing tenderness toward me.

Oh I still have kindness and being kind at the top of my list. But tenderness is the front runner. It occurred to me that I want someone to extend themselves graciously on my behalf. To speak to me with a loving tone and joyous disposition. When I say I've had the most marvelous day, I don't want to be barked at about how everyday should be marvelous, or something to that effect. What I want to hear is how so...do tell tell, share with me about your marvelous day. See that is loving and tender.

I am a romantic who lives in the day to day world. I make every effort to see the bloom of the day as a miracle. I am not divorced from the problems of the world. I am not divorced from human suffering and frailty. But in my home and in my life the intimate details and the way I choose to think and feel are rooted in love and tenderness.

HOORAY THIS IS THE NEW LOOK OF THE BLOG! I LOVE IT! BUT IT IS A BITCH TO GO BACK AND ADD ALL MY WIDGETS AND SUCH! SO OVER THE NEXT FEW DAYS I WILL BE ADDING ALL MY FAMILIAR BUTTONS ETC. I LOVE LOVE LOVE ROSES!

LOVETALK

TODAY 12:30 PM EST

WELCOMES

Jennifer Baszile

author of the New York Times and LA Times Reviewed book,

The Black Girl Next Door

as my guest today.

We will talk about writing our memoirs,

sleuthing our family histories and

what it means to tell our true stories.

JOIN US

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MY NEW ADVENTURE: PEACE. JOY. LOVE.

He: Babz you are dull.
Me. WHAT! Laugh. laugh. laugh. I've never been told that before...IN MY ENTIRE LIFE!
He: what adventures have you had?
Me: Oh Baby....Laugh laugh laugh! You have no idea. Laugh laugh LAUGH!

This little exchange stayed with me all through yesterday and this morning. It cracks me up. Seriously it cracks me UP! I am always stunned at folks' perception. Or their so called reality as a barometer for defining my experiences. I make no apologies for being "emotional" I like feeling everything in the world. I like knowing that things get to me...bother me...hurt me. I am not jaded by the darkness of the world. I still see beauty and joy knowing full well that evil lurks. I know what pain and suffering is. I do not have to look to India, Africa, or Louisiana to know it and yet I can look there too and do.

I have lived an amazing life. I have done things that have been unbelievable. I loved in ways most dream of. I have been places that have taken my breath away. If I died today it will be with few regrets. But since I am not dying today or at least not in this very moment. I am thinking solely about living.

I have had my share of FAST. HARD. UGLY. My new adventure is the pursuit of Peace. Joy. Love. The real revolution won't be some gun toting mobs trying to steal my stuff...that may happen. But really, the revolution will be choosing to love one another instead. Calling every man and woman and child family. I don't know if killing someone is easy. I only know what I have done in my own life and those choices were in the moment necessary. But seeing each person as your family, seeing each person as your responsibility, that takes more courage and guts and heart than any act of violence. I do know that.

So perhaps I am a dull woman. The things that rush my heart these days are some new recipe. Or my kids learning some new thing. My friends coming by and sitting and talking while we enjoy a bottle of wine. My pleasures at this point in my life are simpler. I have re-invented myself more times than I can say. I only know that the woman emerging now is the best version of myself to date. And I love her.

(Yes the blog makeover is going strong narrowing my choices)