The beginning

Breath....
Time to come back from a relapse of a twitter spitter
making my mark and flippin sparks on these marks
that have their marks marked
Breathe...
I spelled it incorrectly neglectfully the first time
But my mind wasn't focusing on spellings
it was more focused on
dwellings
or feelings
or bleedings
too many in the season to make a treason
for rhyme or for reason
for thought of misleading
and we're caught up in the situation for a lack of reading
we read the b.s. all the nonsense
but when it's time to crack
a book open for knowledge
we become a political hostage
unknowing unwilling
to understand the dealings
of the masterminded reelings
play by play it's like a movie
written for actors in a world of pretend
will u descend from ur sin
and be a born again King
will your wings branch off into a neverending thing
will you bring forth change to this world that we're in
what will be ur begin ginning or your end ding

Up Up and Away

It's only a week away - my trip to the Dominican Republic that is. I've been anticipating this trip since I booked it sometime last year. Anticipating its beauty and picturesque scenery - the ocean a teal green with white sandy beaches and the sun rays bouncing off of the ocean - yeah I can smell it now. Listening to the waves push against the land and crashing upon the sand. It's a relaxation I've been looking forward to. Leaving my son behind is one of those things that I'm totally not prepared for - I mean are we ever? Isaiah is always with me - I've never slept away from him so I'm sure this will be an adjustment for me as well. But in actuality, my husband and me really need a vacation to enjoy ourselves - couples need that time to enjoy themselves without the kids. So this is my preparation blog about the Dominican Republic. Stay tuned...as pics and stories will follow.

The Time Tables of Time

The days go by so fast
Since we're grown with a family
We can't catch up on time
Time adds up like a calorie
But sadly and madly I feel like
Time is being lost
So caught with life's moments
And the costs
of it all
When Fall quickly turns into Winter
And the Winter's are so cold
You hurry in to Spring to warm the mold of your soul
Summer peeps just in an instant
Then it's Christmas again
Your toddler is no longer an infant
Your big boy is no longer a toddler
and the season is once again hotter
You keep putting off those things you dream
but in the scheme of it all - there's not enough TIME
So it seems
Checks runs into checks
Days run in months
We keep running into to each other
Well less like running - more like bumps
Accomplishments are getting lost
Under the bustle of your hustle
Your love is being drowned
By Good byes and I love you's
What do you feel like eating
And Take out the garbage
And in the middle of it all
There's sex, food, silence,
Arguments and make ups
As the seasons change
And the holidays roll around
And our son goes off to college
From those days on the playground
And our beautiful brown hairs
become a misted gray
I'll love you the same
As when I did on our wedding day
When our tightly bound skin
becomes aged and worn
I'll still love you the same
As the day our son was born
When our eyes can barely see
And our ears can't hear a tone
I'll still love you the same
As I did when you had your PrimeCo. phone
You see it doesn't matter the time
The place or the season
I'll love you while I have time
Because time has no reason
Time takes us all
At some time or another
So let's tick the time away
While we still have each other