it’s getting faster Now look at me, because my mouth echoes the burning lyrics of the song It sings the truth of what I want to do to you and you to me Seduce me, it’s now your turn,
it’s only fair.
© Traveling Poet, 2009
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January 26, 2010
Seduce me with your moves
and listen to the music
and tease me
Get closer
and don’t pretend to not want to kiss me
when the song says you can
I watch your hands
and I tremble as you
come to me
Touch me
grind me
and kiss me now!
I touch you and glide my hand
up and down your back
to the gliding beat
My knees bend
and caress your legs,
go down and try not to fall
Stay close to me
as long as the
song says we can.
My heart and the bass
beating at the same time,
it’s getting faster Now look at me, because my mouth echoes the burning lyrics of the song It sings the truth of what I want to do to you and you to me Seduce me, it’s now your turn,
it’s only fair.
it’s getting faster Now look at me, because my mouth echoes the burning lyrics of the song It sings the truth of what I want to do to you and you to me Seduce me, it’s now your turn,
it’s only fair.
January 24, 2010
Perfect
Posted by befaithfulbefabulous under Beauty, Inspirational, Poem | Tags: Fiona Suliman, Honour Your Style, Spoken Word Artist, Toronto Poety Slam |1 Comment
If you attended the Honour Your Style Event that took place last week you were privileged to experience something extraordinary, the beautiful words of Fiona Suliman. My words cannot express the soul of this beautiful spirit. There were many who asked at the event and even there after for a copy of her powerful poem. Thank you Fiona for allowing me to share this with my auidence whom I know will be deeply touched by your words.
Perfect, Whole and Complete
Three words that I in no way used to describe me
I was funny and loyal and had a great personality
I was never the girl who I wanted to be
But this isn’t the story about who I used to be
I wanna tell you the story of when I opened my eyes
Not the ones I use to see my nose or my thick thighs
The ones I use to see the strength that lies inside
You see a girl who knows who she is
Is powerful and beautiful and radiates bliss
She is a girl who walks with her head held high
No matter what is being hollered from cars passing by
She is the girl who isn’t afraid of her tears, so they visit her less often
She is the girl who doesn’t see the things that she doesn’t want to see
None of it phases her; she is Perfect, Whole and Complete
Now a friend once asked does that mean you’ve given up?
Is there nothing more for you to achieve so you’re done?
You’re perfect, whole and complete?
The answer is simple, I’m never done.
Right now is all that matters
Right now I’m doing my best
Right now I am perfect, whole and complete
I will not let my past define me
I will not wait until my future to be happy
Right now I am living while before…
Well let’s just say, before there was a reason for change
And now that change has come
I wonder how I lived without it
And I remember…
Oh ya, I was the girl always trying to hide,
I was the girl who was loyal and kind
But those are just words used to describe
The girl who was victimized with tears in her eyes
Not because everyone thought she had a great personality…
BUT….
Yes, But…she’s a little heavy
She has a sexy voice but when her friends friends would ask
“Yo, what’s the deal with the girl who answered your phone? Is she hot?”
You would say “no”
You see that made me, hate me.
But it has less than nothing to do with how you perceive me, but how I chose to look at my beauty.
It was those moments when I gave up my power by believing that you had any stake in how I feel
It was me victimizing myself to stay in the safe little 2 by 2 box that I could defined my entire self in.
It doesn’t matter if you think I’m hot or not
It doesn’t matter because validation isn’t necessary
When you have the answer inside of you
That box can’t hold everything that you are
Because you are bigger than your body and it has nothing to do with weight!
But, lets get back to that day… the day I opened my eyes
They were bloodshot and dry from years of crying on the inside
They were squinting, not quite ready to adjust to the light
This new light that was opening up inside of me
My heart was breaking
But not in the way you think I mean
My heart was breaking the shell of my self-hatred
My heart was opening to the beauty that was there all along
My heart was forcing me to see
Because I had forgotten
I had forgotten that I was perfect, whole and complete
That my Maker, made no mistakes on me
And that no person, not a single one on earth has the ability to take that away from me
I am my own best friend just like I was my own worst enemy
With my eyes now open and my language changing
Words like “can’t” turned into “probabilities” and “nevers” turned into “why nots”
I made my life into what I want it to be
See cuz I’m still loving, loyal, funny with a great personality
But I am also beautiful and strong and intelligent and sensual and well…I could go on and on and on but all you need to know is the woman standing before you, well she
She’s perfect and whole and complete
Written & Performed by Fiona Suliman. To experience these words by Fiona herself, click here
December 9, 2009
Desiderata
Posted by befaithfulbefabulous under Poem | Tags: Happiness, Inspirational, Max Ehrmann |Leave a Comment
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others,
even to the dull and the ignorant;
they too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love,
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment,
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.
(written by Max Ehrmann in the 1920s)
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November 1, 2009
Silence & Sound
Posted by befaithfulbefabulous under Images, Inspirational, Poem, Spiritual | Tags: Divine, inspiration, Truth |Leave a Comment
My friend Sabeen Haque just posted a powerful message on her facebook status that I wanted to share.
I live my life between two truths, silence and sound. Silence is where i find the divine. Sound is how i express the divinity in me.
October 11, 2009
Paradox of Our Time
Posted by befaithfulbefabulous under Poem | Tags: inspiration, quote |Leave a Comment
We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
Wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
We spend more, but have little;
We buy more and enjoy it less.
We have bigger houses and smaller families;
More conveniences, but less time;
We have more degrees, but less common sense;
More knowledge, but less judgement;
More experts, but more problems;
More medicine, but less wellness.
We spend too recklessly, laugh too little,
Drive too fast, get too angry too quickly,
Stay up too late, get up too tired, Read too seldom,
Watch TV too much, and don’t pray often enough.
We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom and lie too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life;
We’ve added years to life, not life to years.
We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
But have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor.
We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space;
We’ve done larger things, but not better things;
We’ve cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul;
We’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice;
We write more, but learn less.
We’ve learned to rush, but not to wait;
We have higher incomes; but lower morals;
More food but less appeasement;
More acquaintances, but fewer friends;
More effort but less success.
We build better computers to hold more information,
Produce more copies than ever, yet have less communication;
We’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.
These are the times of fast foods and upset stomachs;
More kinds of food, but less nutrition.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare;
More leisure and less fun;
These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce;
Of fancier houses, but broken homes;
Tall men and short character;
Steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are days of quick trips, throwaway morality,
One-night stands, and pills that do everything from
Cheer, to quiet, to kill.
It is a time when there is much in the show window,
And nothing in the stockroom. a time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or to just hit delete…
Dr. Bob Moorehead
The essay appeared under the title “The Paradox of Our Age” in Words Aptly Spoken, Dr. Moorehead’s 1995 collection of prayers, homilies, and monologues used in his sermons and radio broadcasts.
