Hey blog long time no write. Just got caught up in the holiday season. This is just a lil something that was buzzing in my head.

What does it take to be a real man?
Is it his bank account or what he's got in his pants
Maybe its his swagger and the sexy way he smiles
Or is it his kisses that drive you wild?
Are you blinded by the bling?
Is he a real man cause he gets you tingling?

What does it take to make him your man?
The flashy car that he doesn't let you drive
Or the comforting way he puts on that wet and wild?
Dirty minds think alike
So maybe that's what has you in sync
Or is he a real man because he makes your heart think?

Is he a real man because he folds your clothes
Or is it the way he makes you touch your toes
I've got lots of sexy connotations that'll make you smile
But is he a real man cause he takes care of your child

Does he listen to your every word when the world is against you
Is he a real man because you want him to
Can you make a real man or do find him?
Is he a mamas boy?
A gangsta?
A feminine heterosexual?
A wanksta?
A accountant or a houseman?
Does he work for Sandals?
Does he drive a Benz?

Whats does it take? Do you even know?
Does he have to like your daddy?
Get your families approval?
A real man ain't something you come across everyday

Pedestrian Crossing

Why in the streets of Nassau is there no regard for pedestrians. I watch my life nearly flash before my eyes on numerous occasions. I mean literally saw myself from toddler hood to my newly found adulthood trying to cross these crazy streets. Imagine what the tourist must think. Sometimes i feel a little bold and think if i start walking the car will see me and eventually slow down....STUPID ME! I think the cars just go faster. I cannot even fathom what may go through these drivers head when they see human beings crossing the street. They practically try run us over like our very own pot cakes which by the way my heart always goes out to when i see them laying lifeless on the side of the road. Just last week Friday i watched a female security officer get knocked down by Sandals and guess what? The driver didn't even stop. Luckily she wasn't hurt. All she did was sat there and cried but what if? You know that tragic what if situation. I don't know what it will take for us to acknowledge these zebra prints specifically put on our streets.

What goes around comes around

Memories linger in the deep corners of my mind

Dwelling on my unforgivable past

Cardinal sin

Guilty pleasure

I wish it were more simple

But life doesn't work that way

To live a life of lies

To go or to stay

No one likes to get hurt

So why should i be the bearer of bad news?

Choosing between you and I, him and me

Careful with who i love and careful with my intimacy

Pleasure quickly boils over to pain

Regret and confusion , and irremovable stain

Staining me, possessing me, hating me

Returning like a circle, running away from karma and her arrows

Darting this bad luck that follows, trying to undo who has be done

Realizing now what goes around comes around

Butterflies

Butterflies...that's what you give me
Those forbidden butterflies that aren't meant for you
Stolen butterflies that shouldn't be happening to me

Tipsy and pissy drunk with love
Talking to myself reliving our forbidden conversations
Tingly butterflies all over my skin

They say love can be interchanged for crazy
Am starting to believe they are right

Those butterflies...oh those butterflies

Things are happening that i do not want to happen
Shouldn't be happening at least not from you
But once again those butterflies never miss a season, a day, a night

I think it all started with the butterflies
That's what let me know
This won't be an ordinary conversation
This will be much more

Wishing it was more than butterflies and wishing it was less
To many emotions, real life and possibly a broken heart
But the butterflies just make you want to forget whats at stake

Put on that sly smile and go out late

Disappear into the dark with that dangerous smile

Waiting for those butterflies to send you wild

Forbidden butterflies
Butterflies...that's what you give me

Some people forgive but never forget

The hurt I've been through would never go away
So i close my eyes and think tomorrow is another day
And though life goes on as time never waits
Some people forgive but never forget
The hurt it lives on
Clinging for dear life
Will it ever go away
Do i want it to go away?
It is almost like the hurt has become a part of me
Molded me into who i am
Who i want to be
And though life goes on as time never waits
Some people forgive but never forget
I want to forget but i don't want to forget
You know one of those dreams where i am far away from life and all its hurt
I can't let hurt go and it won't let me be
Haunting, Watching, Stalking
I feel as though i will always be incomplete because i need hurt and hurt needs me
Some people forgive and don't want to forget, never forgets, just can't forget

A Sinners Prayer

Dear God,

Yup its me I know I know long time no see
I've been busy ,you know here and there
Somehow i forgot how much you cared
The way you sent your son to die for me
You think i could remember a 9am service every Sunday

I quickly forget my memory isn't good
I really don't read my Bible like i should
I would thank you everyday if i wasn't so caught up
You gave me so many blessings once again i just simply forgot

I know i know excuses won't do but i keep thinking tomorrow i will thank you
Tomorrow i will remember to thank you for the sunshine
For waking me up through my crooked blinds
For not getting in a car accident when i was an inch close
For letting me pay my asue when i feel am dead broke
For giving me the cold instead of the flu
For guiding my mother the way i ask you to
For still blessing me even though i forget
For letting me live my life with no regrets

What can i say this is a sinners prayer
I tried very hard to not put a bad word in here
You know i use them occasionally you know
But i have to give you thanks for this beautiful mouth
And for these big full eyes and
For my crooked teeth and my chunky thighs

I know you don't promise tomorrow so tonight this will have to do
Remind Dear Lord to always say thank you
Well enough about me you made me so you know
I just hope i remember to thank you again tomorrow.

Life Happened

High school reunion the quintessential spot to see who has become and who has not
Many with fatherless babies and overweight wives
Many working in a burger joint or a boring 9-5
A few at the bank sharing bank tellers jokes; a poor synopsis about themselves
A few who showed up but wish they had gone to hell
Then there is that perfect couple that doesn't look perfect anymore
Some more shyly coming through the door
Then conversations begin and catching up occurs
Many are telling lies
Few whispering true words
I thought you were in college?
I thought so too
I dropped out
Well what the hell happened to you?
Life happened
After kid number 1 was kid number 2
I was learning to be a pharmacist but got addicted on some other shhhh
I gave up on sports and i gave up on my health
My wife left me and I've been through hell
The banks won't stop calling and my job cut me loose
Guess what the hell happened
Life happened too
All that money spent for 12 years of school and you mean to tell me you stuck at Atlantis too?
Well i went off to Canada and tried to learn a thing or two
That didn't go well
Life happened too
If i could've seen into the future my preparations would have never failed
But life happened