Would you?

I’d like to love you, but you wouldn’t know.  A part of me feels, I already do. Its the littlest things that get me, yes, because of that, I hate you too.

Its your humour, your disarming stare; its your intuitive protective flare. I’d like to have you know me, and let me unravel: will you solemnly swear to not judge or compare?

I’d like nothing but to be the air in your lungs, the smile that you wear, but my oh my, do my dreams take me beyond the accepted affair.

From a distance I see, I feel and I’d like more than this stare, but gaaaaah you make me feel these things, these beautifully things which are not there.

I dare me, I do! To speak to you, to be the fool, but my mind is locked on reasoning , on believing I’m nothing but a game at the fair.

You look at me, you do, but that’s it, is that look to me, never at me, not even thru me, if I was a wall, I’m not even worth it.

But I’d love to love you, if you’d just…

Will you choose life?

There are days that I’d rather not wake up to. And its funny because on other days, I wake up with life bursting from the seams. It’s the days when I’d rather be in bed all day that get to me. I have always made those days count- always.

Today I choose not to. Today I choose life. I choose life no matter how crazy it becomes, how crazy it gets. I choose life.

I choose to cry, and weep; to sweat and cuss; to love and laugh; to dance and sing tunelessly; to wake up half way around the world, and I choose to live.

There are some days that I know I will feel like I merely exist, but to Heavens! I’m alive and if to only smile will make difference in the life of the child next to me, then I have lived for the day. I choose life.

I choose life, for did Christ not say “I have come to give you life, life in all is fullness”? How do I honor that if I complain and whine and make the bad moments count?

Answer: To live in light and in the hopes and attempts that my life is constantly giving glory to my creator-the giver of life.

I choose life. I choose my purpose that I am walking towards in faith. I choose life and all the good things in it. I choose life and all its challenges. I choose to acknowledge to that there will be instances wherein I will trip and fall, and in it, is life.

I choose life and its challenges. I choose life and all its victories. I choose life.

The Ghost of You

I hear in the wind, a whisper.
Its rise and its fall spells out my name.
I long for it to be the voice of you,
and I turn in the hopes to hold you.
But it is another rendition of the emptiness I already know. 

I feel your warmth in the air around me.
That’s as good as it gets and I want more.
Am I being selfish?
That I want more from your absence?
Your absence fills my chest; too tight and I want to cut it to breathe.
But I’m addicted to pain, the emptiness, the weeping and the constant dazing.

There are days I have conversations with you
and there are nights I’m so convinced I’m dreaming,
but I find myself holding onto you for life.
I breathe on your hair, and you squeeze my face with your yummy, tiny hands.
I see you, I swear I do ! 

Its the love that melted me, that was the same love that froze my love.
And I look to the shadows, to find the ghost of you…

Shine my light to light your shine

They thought they had me figured out; they thought they put out my light when they put me down.
It may have confused me and my light may have dimmed, but I did not lose myself nor did my light burn out.
I am here now, aren’t I?

There is a path ahead of me needing direction only I can give, and there is a journey that awaits me.

I will not dim my light because of the insecurities of others, but I will hope that my light can be one they can build on; one that gives them confidence to ‘let their own light shine’.

Marianne Williamson is so correct in her perspective of light, and I hope to honour that.
I am a mere speck of dust in this vast universe, but I’m a pretty awesome life changing trend setting speck of dust, I’ll say!

But what say you? Will you choose to light your path and help illuminate the path of another?

Shadows&Water

She was… | Yvette Renagi

Her brown skin, clothed in coconut oil was the trampoline for the rays that landed on her.
Her fine, fine figure, a silhouette envied by the canvases of artists and photographers passing by.
Her lips were the magic that created a flood for the poet, by the shore, and the way her hips rose and fell, right and then left, doubled the pulse in the nervous man’s chest.
She is a treasure, one beyond compare.

Her eyes were deep, and dark but held authority and genuine light.
Her waist curved inward, and flowed down the wide in her hips,the round in her voluptuous back; her waist, curved inward, flowed up to her blessed bosom.
She was divine.

She was a vision, and the earth on which she stepped gave, and the waves in which she waded, bowed at her glorious sight, her light touch.
By the firelight she smiled, and in the universe, relevant matter collided and stars were born.
She was born of the earth, raised in the waves, humbled in every breath and she warmed you like the fire.

Her brown skin was a combination of the elements, and you, tried to be relevant.”

#yvedarlin