Always breathing life into words....: What my lips won't say...but my mind speaks volume...

Always breathing life into words....: What my lips won't say...but my mind speaks volume...: "I want more of you then my lips will ever tellI want to explore your inner emotion till I find every answer to the questions this world won..."

What my lips won't say...but my mind speaks volume..

I want more of you then my lips will ever tell

I want to explore your inner emotion till I find

every answer to the questions this world won’t tell  

Let my hands glide along the motions of your body
till my actions will have your heart skipping beats

because my love goes deep…
I loved
going through the rumble of thunder until I reach your calm sea's
I'ma give you a glimpse of our love scenes.
but remember babe, patience is my pain..
And I've been digesting stained memories of us,
on tables, and stairs... wondering if those four walls
could talk....cause this calligraphy of love making
was beyond us, beyond just lust.
With a hunger that had it's own imperfections
as essence spilled over linens
and words formed sentence's, that was bigger then us.
Bigger then what it was supposed to have been....
maybe one night or two...to relinquish silent flames of
desire.. as we played on the strings of each other's instrument
Neither of us knew it played beautiful music... Maybe then
it would be easier for me to tell you.... How much I still love you.

SweetNess
9/8/10

Always breathing life into words....: Graduating from the dance floor.

Always breathing life into words....: Graduating from the dance floor.: "At what age is it that you officially throw your cap in the air and get the invisible hand shake saying “congratulations”, you’ve graduated ..."

Graduating from the dance floor.

At what age is it that you officially throw your cap in the air and get the invisible hand shake saying “congratulations”, you’ve graduated from the late night, feet so sore you can’t wear any closed toe shoes for the next two days, because you’ve sacrificed comfort for cuteness, stage. Now don’t get me wrong shaking a leg every now and then could be good for many reasons for example, dancing is some people’s therapy, it’s how they cope with the demands of society .Night life use to be full of adventure, a thrill that was determined to meet its master at our youthful days. Now the best thrill is when we get home to take off our shoes and lay in our bed and chuckle over great memories. So, has the thrill completely diminished or have we realized we really don’t give a damn how ridiculous we look with our cap and gown on the dance floor?

SweetNess

9/5/10

Always breathing life into words....: Is it time to listen to your body?

Always breathing life into words....: Is it time to listen to your body?: "It amazes me when our body starts showing sign’s of “Hey you something’s not right here”, but we keep trucking. Why? Because we’re in a worl..."

Is it time to listen to your body?

It amazes me when our body starts showing sign’s of “Hey you something’s not right here”, but we keep trucking. Why? Because we’re in a world of “I must”. “I must” work, cook, clean, repair, mend, transport, organize, take out trash and leap from signal story building with our capes flowing through the wind, all of this with a disgruntle smile on our face in the same day.  We as American’s seem to think we function with a “Bionic” gene. However it’s at that point when our body start’s working in overdrive to keep up with our minds demands, we tend to realize our bodies were designed to be taken care of and not forgotten, that it still need’s some “TLC” every now and then. The oddly but strange consequence of this is we start to feel as if all our bodily organs start working backwards instead of forward…and that’s when you notice you've left that trail of Kleenex’s from your living room to your bedroom and you start to wonder “Am I getting sick”. Just like you have mandatory breaks in the work force; mandate your mind to take a break, just long enough for your body to catch up.

09/3/10

Peace, Love and Happiness.

SweetNess.  

Untitled

It started with this infatuation,

Creating small ripples in this quit

ocean of our lives that soon turned

Into tidal waves of uncontrollable

Emotions.

It was like I was unprepared and yes fully prepared for the

Reality of my consequence the force

of the blow that was inevitable. I was

taking off my armor when I was in the middle of

her battle- the battle for her love.

I was looking for this enemy as though

It had take human form

But It was hidden deep inside of me

Wanting to blame her for emotions,

that are unstable like water.

My wall she had broken down all along

I’m handing her a chisel.

Erogenous notions outlined

in my mind of eating her out

The wetness of her pussy explodes in my

Mouth, I shiver at all the flavors as if its

assaulting me, I accept it willingly.

Surviving in her ocean breathing with out

Scuba gear through her erotic motions I find air.

As far as my tongue can reach

I leave my signature’

T. A. N.Y.A was here,

Contributing 110%.


SweetNess 

14 Years too late

14 Years too late

We only have what’s left of our hearts,

Let’s take em’ and fly to a distance galaxy  

We’ve built this mystery between friendships and lovers

With out knowing it’s repercussion when an us

was never suppose to happen

Word’s like “I love you” tentatively escapes into

spoken voices.

To hearts that are broken and bodies with out souls, given

to the highest bidder.

Do I hear 20 dollars, 20, 20, to the gentlemen with the red horns.

30, do I hear 30, going once, twice to the gentleman with the white robe

WAIT! But it’s too late; too many years between us

The sand in the hour glass has dissipated

Words that cant be translated

I can’t rewind time………….*****

14 years between us brings tears to my eyes

I arrived too late…………….. and I just found what I was missing.

When a touch has its own voice, laughter carries lyrical notes.

Time eludes us, but we don’t give a fuck, cause that one

last organism, is like magic! Poof! Fuck it’s already time to get up.

My eyes were open all along looking through that

pretty red rose stain glass

to this reality, allusion, with

this mystery comes a twist.

That I was 14 years, 5 month, 4 days and 11 hours to this day too…late…

Last poem; written about a women that I was too late, to save her soul, and too late to capture her heart. 

Excites Me

This women excites me like a present under the Christmas tree 

I want to hold her unwrap and gaze upon her beauty like a blind man seeing his first horizon Her love is unexplainable just as she is It's the type of love that I want to lose my breath just talking to her just to inhale all of her back into my lungs again/shes bcome my cancer her sexiness, brilliantness consumes me Her conversation is like good love making. I don't know where to end it. shes my Nefertiti queen intelligent runs in her family like royalty. I bow down to kiss her feet She pushes the limits of my sexuality I'm intoxicated by her beauty. She see through my bullshit.. Transforming this mirage into reality when I'm with her I go through temporarily insanity...

Didn't know what else 2 say.. 

Crazy Shit

Crazy Shit

This is..... some.... crazy shit

And this truth hurt

that I wait.. tick tock tick tock

Around the clock on your... call.

For this feeling doesn't have a metaphor

And I try to do the back stroke against her currents,

but she swallows me whole.

She is drunken by my

fountain of youth

but she isn't getting any younger

but I grow bags

under my eyes waiting on her

surprise call or text

saying to come over

She tells me it's hard for

her to touch ground

when I levitate her to a higher

realm.

When I'm just  trying to show her

she deserve more

that it's time for someone else

to take care of themselves

instead of them dipping in her

pockets looking for their answers.

But this is some crazy shit.

When our minds are engaged as

as if we have two karat diamond on each

thought.

It's when we go through

sensational, dimensional, altitude

beyond seeing the brand of each others sheets

when our eyes speak more then our mouth does.

And babe I'm trying to dissect and define down to

the fibers that your mind speak.

And not just those bathroom memorizes

OMG it was magnificent, even down to the

I don't give a fuck if we get caught...

We etched and  recreated erogenous thoughts.

And I was explicitly in awe of the moans that came out of

your mouth. Making it my duty for her to understand

.that I have no limitations

I just want to stroke her every key..

while she's singing the perfect

melody.... in my ear...

But this is some crazy shit...

when I praise the veins that raved my wrist

cause it allows me to enter into your yoni

like this.. with the perfect stroke with such

rhythm even Beethoven can hear it.. because time doesn't

move like my hands do

I'm not trying to cum @ this moment, I want you too.

I breath life into you by kissing on your nipples

and you fall into my world

were pleasure is endless

I would leave you paralyzed from the

waist down, and you

become impregnated by the amount of orgasm I give you

And your glow will effect otha's blood flow, well call them haters

But this is some crazy shit..

when I wanna be more then a nite....or day... or the words that I say

that she has me sttttttuing – trying to make complete sentences out of this shit.

I'm pricing defibrillator's or seeing if my insurance covers it.. cause when I go around her

my heart starts doing acrobatic flips.

But instead of waiting on your call, I'm waiting on the jingle of your keys

at our front door.

I'm wanting to put love in your hands and have you taste it.... all over again and again

and you suddenly have amnesia  and every time will be your first time you've experienced my SweetNess... and your taste buds no longer

recognize the taste of food... without the flavor of my skin

on the tip of your tongue.

But this is some.... crazy shit... Rite?

Written by:

SweetNess

She Said Part 2

She said my smile is mischievous.. 
words my mouth don't speak
but my eye's complete sentence's 
Confidant with a fragrance of arrogance.. 
She said.. My love is fictional, based on true heartaches..
 both mine and those I created 
That I move on to the next women faster than Hobo's hop train's..
too afraid this one or that one is going to tie me down. 
She said.... I just want to love you. and I said "Women come a dime a dozen, always willing to open their leg's to empty words".. But she was different, she kept her leg's closed..

She Said

She said... "I love you"!! 
even though it was said in the 
middle of her best orgasm ever 
I still wanted to hear it... 
cause even though our relation 
lyed between the fabric of sheets 
I filled a space that was broken.. 
I was her temporary band aide....
emotions planed seeds in dry soil...

And she swore she sold her soul, but I was ready

To dive at the depths of Hell to buy it back..

So instead of the rain, I brought her the

Rainbow.. To keep her smiling..

She said... I’m not ready for relationship

But we would have won an Oscar playing house…

And me portraying the role of a playa I said me

Neither… but in the back of my mind I enjoyed

Every moment with her, even though we fought like

Cat’s and dogs.. and my friends despised her..

My ego boosted when she said “ I love you”… and

Even though it was said in the middle of her best

Orgasm ever.. I still wanted to hear it…

For she wined and dined me.. as if I was her

Princess… but yet she was still not ready for a

Relationship.. however I was..

She said… we were soul mates,

-- I don't think I'm finished w/ this one.. 

Sailing into her ocean.

Sailing into her ocean.

My mind goes on exotic trips every time I look at her.

My memories are packed, with out a passport.

Mmmmm, Naw I don’t want to come back to my reality.

Just to stay in her world I feel like,

Christopher Columbus.

Exploring every inch of her body

I set sail into her horizon.

In search of her island

Evaporating fears of sinking in her ocean;

I rather drown in her emotions.

Seeking solace trying to capture her uniqueness.

While I drift into her sea, emotions engulf me.

I’ve never felt this way

Thoughts that are liquefied.

Feelings of spentafied.

No explanation for them

Her ocean carries me; like

a new born baby

I can see my destiny

Sailing on her vibes

Her waves are like tsunami

As she arches her back

And release its power on the

palm of my hand, ahhhhhhh

her waves are calm again

I’m afraid to see the shore

Huh, it will affirm my journey is ending

But this is where I belong.

Sailing in her ocean

Along the bay of her body,

Searching for new worlds

That I escape too while looking at her.  

What I'm going 2 do 2 u.

Your body is going to be the next evolution

As I create history on it

Shirt, Necklaces, Panties, Stiletto’s keep them on.

My goal is to touch the seed you were

Sprouted from

GPS, will be the only device to relocate my tongue

Once it goes… inside you.

Im’a penetrate your mind before culmination drips

between your thighs

Give you a glimpse of paradise without

Touching the island…while drinking

From your fountain of youth.

Pulse pounding, Illicit look, not yet

I say…. I’m just telling you what I’m going to do..

wait until I actually touch you. 

SweetNess

Never Good Enough for Her

I'm thinking about you more then I want too

 Fantasying on what I want to do the next time I see you. 

This is leading to my destruction, I know. 

Inextricably tied to this revelation that weave in and out of good memories 

blazing nights that broods Leaving tingling sensations 

in places mama's told us was inappropriate to talk about. 

Alone in my prison of lust, desire with the doors wide open. 

Trying to seek clarity in this chaos 

with this knowledge that I am beyond definition, 

to not just take up space to push the inevitable Day by day, night by night 

To never regret anything Ive done, 

somehow realize the difference between wrong and right. 

When I am just as unstable as water, no matter it's shape or form. 

My heart touches everything except what I need! 

And yet I bring it homemade to the fire 

within seconds of this sensation 

Like a blind man struggling for the remaining light the truth 

I don't want to seek for this edge of my reasons, I plead my case.

 As tear fall to my feet Now that It occurs to me, 

the rutter of her emotions speaks a language all it's own, 

breaking boundaries defining possibilities unfolding into magnificent explosions.

I realize that no matter what I may be........ I will never be good enough for her.

Gardner

Let me plant my seeds in your garden

And I’ll be your Gardner

Making sure your ends

Are trimmed to perfection, and your

Watered just enough to keep you moist…

So that you… would blossom.. rather it’s winter, spring, summer or fall.. 

creating my own blend of fertilizer.. ppl will see the dedication I put into you….

when you smile…because you will still feel the very first day I saw your potential..

   

I Am Not!

I am not

I am not hero – although I want to be

Never once leaped from tall buildings

Shoot long white webs from the palms of my hand

Repealed from mountain peaks

Or yelled “here I come to save the Day” oh its might

Might Mouse who’s here to stay...

But it wouldn’t be Might Mouse… It would be Tanya

I am not my generation

I think I was born way before my time

To where the word vinyl smooths my mind,

 but confuses Others. They understand record

If it doesn’t come with PS 2

MP player, GPS

Tibo- Kedo and yes I made that last one up

But none the less it will be used for something

Soon enough

There no one pulling over asking for directions

Even the homeless have jobs.. and America thinks they don’t

Because their job consume every last Connor.

Taking what we worked for in building

Touching the skyline- Every mans penny

Goes into another mans pocket

I am not a pretty girl

But I say fuck you to

All who say im not

The trouble is ive earned everything the worlds called me

Ive been a tom boy from knee high to ado lest –

And ive got battle wounds to show it

I guess I can wear a dress…to look a little famine to make up

To who I am now

To become a w ife

A mother

A single parent

To a  lesbian

I am not some one to take for granted

Im an original creature

Despite what people might say.

Moments may suppress

My knowledge

Im two seconds from Ebonics

Just trying to use big words

To seem intelligent

You get judge on what you know

In this third world nation

I am not happy with our political advisors..

The media controls our sensation
our president (yes his ass won the election)

But that doesn’t give him a platform to stand upon

It gives us war..

And him a bigger dick

Thinking he’s helping our nation

But the plot was obvious

There is no desertion.

I am not…. 

Cursed w/ you’re Memories

Cursed w/ you’re Memories

My perception has me

strapped in deception

trying to make sense

of all this bull shit.

When logical reasoning

has my mind freezing,

like sipping on a slurpey

and not coming up to breath

I consumed too much of you

So much like lust, your

Touch was never enough

I gotta touch ground

I’m painting pictures of a past

With no future. Cause I’m

cursed with your memories.

Like a stain I can’t wipe you off.

Tide has nothing on you,

On my second

Transfusion, Crucified wit my heart

Already nailed to the cross. but I’m

Too committed, to quit you…

Immune on every level to otha females

When their touch or

Kiss…means nothing.

Nuttin like us, sex so good’ I was trying

To learn a second language just to say “Gracias Babe”

Hoping this yacht wouldn’t dock but it did.

My mind is physical fit… with words that

Flow as fast as Nigra Falls…cause us is

Preexisting with feelings like ivory’s plants –

Even when I tried to cut em @ the roots.. they still exist.

but im’a

Fast forwarding this shit.. Im’a… be 50

Still rekindling these damn memories… of you and us..

And possibly having someone read it as my eulogy… 

Big Gurl

Every time I write it’s like…

my beginning, projecting memories,

reflecting on its origin…

misrepresented, and not yet

understood…. why I talk so nasssssty!!

grown before I turned…. 32, spitting

big gurl words.. like, (clearing throat)

SweetNess

Bitter Sweet

U are like the scar on my right knee/ a wound forced upon bcause I was all way's looking 4 instant gratification/ as I rode my skate board down that hill on my belly/ testing fate or just plain crazy/ This scar leave's it's memories/ like a stain/ like a....last kiss/ last touch/ it's impression is ingrained in my skin/ like mixing honey w apple cider/ it's bitter sweet/ cause even though that rush was exciting/ my wound tell's me I should have known better/ Because now you are like the scar on my right knee, just below the knee cap/a wound that haven't completely healed yet/ 

SweetNess

Perfecting Sex

I admit I didn’t invent sex

I just perfected it,

Having her thinking

I left my signature in seven

Different languages when I only

Speak one.

Taking you on an altitude that

Have you hyperventilating, for

more..As I touch your

Star while smelling your

Flower, this is both physical

And mental…My tongue

is correlating w/ my

Touch, each stroke I’m trying to

Connect w/ you soul and retrace

Your very existence…. with

Each kiss.

SweetNess