COULD YOU? (Question for the TinMan)

COULD YOU? (Question for the TinMan)
Could you want me
If you had no eyes
Could you hear me
If I had no voice
Could you touch me
If you had no appendages
Could you breathe me
With no lungs
Could you speak to me
With dissimilar language
Understand me
With no mind
Recall me
With no memory
Could you hold me
With no arms
Squeeze me
With no strength
Could you stroke me
With no erection
Taste me
With no tongue??????
So how can you love me
WITH NO HEART??????????????
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SLynneL as SoulofaPoet aka S.O.A.P.
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Some no doubt well meaning fool, sent me a message that he liked what he saw, thinks we would look good together, and flipped me his number stating that I should call him.
When the hell did how two people look together mean any damn thing???? What good are your eyes if you have no heart??? He got me thinking, and writing, therefore I suppose I appreciate his ignorance.

THE BEAUTY OF MY SISTAHS

In honor of Black History Month, here's a tribute to all my lovely (often under-appreciated) sistahs out there. Particularly in times when no one else is doing so, Let's hold each other UP!!

ASUNDER

ASUNDER

Violating vows
Allowing you
To touch me
Inside the soft wetness
Of my walls
And inside the sanctity of my heart.
A touch that makes me wonder
If the pronouncement is going asunder…..

Changing my “I do”
Into a don’t
Nourishing you with the fruits of his loin
That are rightfully his and his alone.
Waves of passion and ecstasy
Drowning me under
Pulling me asunder.

The union witnessed
By dearly beloved
Betrayed by my restlessness
Shattered by lust and desire.
You growing deep inside me
And him dying
Inside my heart.
Our love swelling like thunder
Putting what He has joined together……..
Asunder.

© June 2007 SLynneLewis as SoulofaPoet All rights reserved.
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WHEN IS IT OKAY TO STEP OUTSIDE OF ONE'S MARRIAGE IN SEARCH WHATEVER'S MISSING AT HOME? DOES IT DEPEND ON THE CIRCUMSTANCES OF THE RELATIONSHIP OR IS THAT NEVER AN OPTION? DO GOOD PEOPLE CHEAT OR IMMORAL ONES ONLY??

I WANNA BE....

I Wanna Be………..
The image that glazes your eyes
The thought that induces your smile
The sun that warms your spirit
The honey that sweetens your senses
The light that guides your steps
The vibe that flows through your rhythm
The daydream that catches your concentration
The butterflies that dance in your stomach
The craving that lingers on your lips
The lust that burns fire in your loins
The temptation that beckons your wickedness
The arousal that forces you to swell
The object that you covet in secret
The obsession that catches your breath
The desire that continuously blazes in your heart
The fire that consumes your very soul
Because you are all of these and more
To me.
©2008-05 SLynneL All rights reserved MCN:C4YEH-UH4KV-XHXP7

THE ESSENTIALS ~ A SOAP Mental Rambling

THE ESSENTIALS

I pull up to the ATM one morning to get cash before hurrying into the office. As I habitually do, I reach my hand inside and feel around the bottom of my big, designer, leather bag to find my wallet. As usual this doesn’t work, so I pick up the bag and do visual look-and-feel. But still… nothing.
“Dammit,” I curse out loud in frustration as I notice all of the bullshit items I DO have in my bag, not one of them being what I truly need. I have my cosmetic bag with enough MAC and Clinique products to provide make-up service to a brothel house. There’s enough lip gloss to wax a bowling alley lane. I have two flash drives, one SD drive, my Ipod Touch, earphones, a net-book, a cell phone (that actually does more than the net-book so it’s seriously ridiculous to have both). I have a travel-size bottle of mouthwash, some floss-piks, two packs of breath mints and three packs of gum. (I am punk at the grocery store checkout counter. It gets me every single time.) I have THREE sets of extra keys and my work ID is also in my purse. I have no clue why I persistently carry so many sets of keys. Perhaps I have a subconscious fear of being locked out? Vanity is the reason my work ID is in the purse. I should be wearing it, but I always feel it ‘doesn’t go with’ my outfits, so it too is in the bag. Since healthy nutritional supplements help keep snacking to a minimum, I have two protein bars, a fiber bar, lemonade & grape packets of Crystal Light, and a bottle of Dasani water. I have Tums for my stomach, Excedrin for my head, Chloraseptic lozenges for my throat, Airborne for immunity from other folks’ germs, and Aleeve for my back. (Yes, I am OLD, or at least there are many days I FEEL as though I am.) I have feminine products which I don’t even need at this particular time of month but as you can discern from the contents of my bag I am a woman who is deathly afraid of needing stuff and being without it.
Which is ironic because I’m currently WITHOUT the one thing every person SHOULD have when they leave the house--- a damn wallet. The wallet contains ones ESSENTIALS: identification, car & medical insurance cards, social security card, membership cards, cash, and the one thing I need most at this moment- an ATM card. These things in a wallet are things that identify us and show which networks we belong to, even in the event of some unforeseen tragedy in which we ourselves are not able to.
Yet here I am having walked out of the house with bag full of ‘things’ but left the most essential one at home.
Mental light-bulb goes off.
I think my bag this morning is a visual allusion of my life. By all outward appearances it LOOKS good. It APPEARS to have everything it needs. But my life, like my bag, is full of dozens of NICETIES, yet not enough NECESSECITIES. I have more acquaintances and very few true friends- you know the kind, who don’t judge but who will always tell you the truth no matter if it hurts, because they love you. The kind you don’t have to talk to everyday or even every week, but when you do talk they can hear you speak even from the words you DON’T SAY. I have male friends and for the sake of loneliness there are a few that know me biblically, but not one that knows me intimately. Not one to just simply hold me and love me and if one does, I don’t love him back so it’s still a negative. I eat right and work-out regularly, which are very important, but I don’t have a church home or church family for spiritual sustenance. How important can one’s body be if the soul isn’t nourished??? I have job that I love, but I need to go back to school. It’s something that I’ve wanted to do since my kids were toddlers. One is grown and the other two are darn near. It’s something that’s always been important to me but I’ve put it off far too long.
Like my purse, my life has far too many unnecessary items that occupy my time and mental & emotional space. I need to do some serious reorganization. I need to get with the essentials.
It seems that forgetting my wallet this morning wasn’t a mistake after all. I believe it was an essential alarm!!!

© Jan 2011, S.LynneL. as SoulofaPoet All rights reserved.

BARE, NAKED LUNCH by Soul of a Poet

Having a taste for a good chicken sandwich, at lunchtime I walked 3 blocks from my office over to one of my favorite regular spots. I never got the juicy sandwich that I desired. Just outside the building, the first thing noticeable was the restaurant logo had been stripped from the windows. The open, newly naked windows revealed that the inside had also been completely depleted of its contents. The counter that I stood at, at least twice a week, the menu that I checked out on every visit (although I had it committed to memory), the lemonade fountain that had quenched my thirst numerous times, as well as and the cash register that had relieved me a fair portion of my weekly salary, were all gone. There were no traces of them left. No nails left in the walls where the menus once hung and no bolts protruding from were fixtures once stood. It was if it had never been there. There was so much as even a condiment pack, napkin, or straw. The way that it looked at that point, if I had never been there before, I could question if ”ANYTING” had EVER occupied the bare, naked space.
Standing there staring at the new nothingness that had over the past couple of years become a regular part of my weekly routine, my mind wandered.
I wondered if he had emptied me from his heart and mind as quickly and completely as the restaurant had emptied its contents. Did he remove all thoughts and traces of the union that had once been us as cleanly as menus, ads, and pictures were now nothing left but naked drywall? Did his mind hold any of the memories that mine did, of our time spent together, kisses we’d once shared, and the passionate and often feverishly times that we’d made love? Did he miss me at all? Did he ever long for the he and I that were once an intimate ‘we’? Were there any traces of me left in him? When he speaks with his friends and family, does my name ever roll sweetly from his lips the way it once did when I was his ‘boo’ or is his conversation completely void of me as If the time with me never existed? Did I evaporate from his heart as coolly as one discards trash and other items that no longer have use or value?
As I stand in front of the bare windows feeling my stomach beginning to growl as I realize that I no longer have a desirable option for lunch. I am hungry. I am hungry to be open again. I don’t want to be shut down and empty as if I don’t and never have, had anything useful or desirable inside. I don’t wanna be a faint memory of only what is past and is no longer.
My stomach growls intensify and my hunger is undeniable. I am hungry to be open for business to one of whom I am part of their regular routine. I am hungry to be open to one who craves me and needs for nourishment and sustenance. I want to be reopened to one… who when with me, greedily devours all of me like an insatiable fiend. I want to be reopened and cherished like so many lunch customers that had stood in long lines (daily), awaiting the food they’d looked forward to and craved all morning.


I am hungry to be open for business once more.