Ok Family, I put the photos on my other site. I didn't want to have just pics on this site as originally planned. But the good news is, you can access these flix by linking to Lens Flare Photography Group from my Major Media Blogs Links. I've been in a funk lately and haven't felt like typing, but I love you all.... Please don't give up on LOve!

A Broken Mirror

Before me lies the shattered fragments of a once promising relationship… the broken axis to my ignorant soul; marred by the deception of false promises… leaves me fifty percent less than that of my whole. I’ve been deceived once again by the deeds of lust… I’ve given in to the oppression of false love and mistrust. “Oh, what a fool I’ve been… Am I wrong to desire love?” “Maybe the price of my happiness is just a memory of what was?” My emotional bank has now been spent; I’ve broken the mirror to my soul to pay the ransom for loves rent. Her eviction notice has now been served; and I must foreclose on my addiction to her seductive curves… her eyes, her lips, her whispers and her purrs; as I seek to cure the infection from her tranquilizing words. I phoned the love doctor and he said, “I’ve fractured my nerves; take two pills and call me in the morning, you only got what you deserved!” I glanced at the phone and said, “ Damn doc, you got some nerve!” But he was right; it was my loss… and my loss damn sho’ wasn’t hers! So as I head to the house of rejection to replace the shattered mirror of my existence… along the way she met me on the path with the tears of her resistance… stabbing me with the pain of her inconsistence. But I’m torn… because the love that was once so comforting, has now become my thorn! … And it has become increasingly difficult for me to move on… and so I seek shelter from loves snare in the eye of the storm. Eventually, in due season I’ll gain the strength to carry on… but until then I’ll wait patiently for the break of dawn… because joy… definitely comes in the morning! So when I glance in the mirror to brush my teeth, while I’m still yawning…I’ll look… and I’ll realize… for the second time in my entire life… And say, “Damn… I done broke the mirror to my soul... once again!”

Dang... This is my second reflection of a lost love!

Reflections Of A Lost Love

I seriously doubt, that I ever imagined, that I would have felt this way, about this particular woman. The buoyancy of her love has captivated the essence of my being and the fertile compost of her affection has only caused my desire for her to grow immeasurably. I continue to prune the negative belief, that I may have lost her forever, but my efforts have yet proven to be fruitful. Amazed to have even garnered her attention; she was one to look past all the cosmetic superficiality of tradition and except me for being the man that I am. I reciprocated this blessing by making her the center of my attention and including her in my daily agenda, making her a focal point of my future endeavors. I closed the door to all other possibilities, to reveal to her that I was real and a tangible intimate asset, willing to bless her with the attention and support that she so completely deserves. And now, as Anita Baker sings so eloquently, “ I’m caught up in the rapture, of your love.” I question myself daily, “ How did I arrive at this destination?” This was never my intention; all I was seeking was merely a friendship! Now things have become so complicated. But based on the complexities of love, I am willing to extricate my emotions from what has become a burden of pain to heavy for the both of us to bear. Things are moving so fast… There are mitigating circumstances that places liens on our ability to love…I wouldn’t suffice to say that it’s fear, but things have gotten a little out of control and for that, “Please except my humblest apologies?” And for the record, I am not shutting the door on our love, just reflecting on a situation that once was and for now, cannot be. Correct me if I’m wrong, “but what appeared to be so promising, is now long gone?” “ My, what a tangled web we weave” And as a pre-condition of our commitment, I now grant you a reprieve, my intentions and motives were merely love, never meant to deceive and as you have requested, I give you more room to breathe… I thank God for meeting you and as I leave, that you know that I loved you, is what you will always believe! Goodbye for now and my prayer is that one day you’ll return, so as the saying goes, “ If you love something, let it go and if it returns, it truly was meant to be.” So by this letter I release you to be free… and remain watchful, that one day, you’ll return back to me… These are my Reflections of a love lost!

Sincerely Love

The Mirror Of My Soul

There is a reflection that exists within my soul, the other half of my spirit dancing to the cadence of a divine rhythm. In my soul there is a mirror image of unbridled love, an untamed desire to live as one. This other half also resides in another soul, yet it resides in me as well. It is a reflection of my thoughts, my actions and my desires, for we desire to be one. When I peer into her eyes, we see a reflection of each other mirrored by the joy of our affections. The joy of our kisses magnifies our pleasure and for the brevity of that moment we are one. Separate, yet equal by love, we become one. Does she fear that she truly loves me? “The answer is yes”, however, she cannot contain her emotions and there is no equation that will divide our love. The divine order that has summoned our unity has crept in unawares and has revealed the blessings of our destiny. I was sent to take her away and capture her heart by the piercing arrows of my love. As I peer into the mirror of our future, her reflection is there, she’s smiling and I’m smiling as well, because our souls emanate with passion, knowing that we are one. Her fate is to dwell in the house of my love for eternity, to reside with me, as one in sheer ecstasy, for we are one. “Truth be told”, we desire to be one and as the old folks say, “ The writing is on the wall!” So as I peer into the mirror of my soul, the window to my heart begins to open and I have invited this Queen into my Kingdom to rule along side me. She shall remain by my side because she was taken from my rib and given to me as a welcome gift, which I shall cherish for eternity because we are together a unity of one. I have watched her marinate in the sweet sugar scrub of seduction, challenging me to resist her but her love was simply too sweet, she is the one. So I inquire, “Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the love that I should call?” “Is it the duality of one, as the heat is to the sun, is it the opposite of me but a reflection of one?” Imagine this, “you be the right hand and I’ll be the left, you take the first step and I’ll take the next” I’ll commit to everlasting love as we enjoy intimate sex and I must confess, that she is the one and she’s the fifty percent of the total of my sum, she has truly stole my heart, “She is definitely the mirror of my soul!”

A Stitch N' Time

Dear Lord, am I merely a stitch of salvation interwoven into the fabric of deceit, only to become unraveled by the enemy of time? How then shall I clothe the world in the garments of your righteousness?

And God said to me, “ “Take solace my child, you are the hem of my glory, the tailor made veil of eternity, for they shall cover their iniquities by the promises of my word.

May the Lord add a blessing to the hearers and doers of his word! … Amen

I Found Her

I Found Her

When I least expected, her presence entered my spirit. It was as foreign as an intoxicant that medicated my soul. She was inebriating, full of joy, cascading into my heart like fire. The heat magnified her attraction and I was taken. I had to give into her, for she demanded my attention and her landscape was magnificent, manicured to perfection, she was a Queen adorned in majesty, choosing me to become her King. Her pull was irresistible, engulfing me with overwhelming intensity. She swept me away like the current from a storm filled brook. I gave way to her pleasant seduction, while her sultry sweet voice left me spellbound. I kissed her and I melted like butter hitting a hot griddle waiting to unite with a tall stack of pancakes. Her kiss was as sweet as molasses dripping on to my tongue and I licked her, slowly opening her love pocket, I reached in only to find my destiny. As I swam in her pool of affection I began to breathe deeper almost gasping for air, her love was utterly breath taking. I chose her and accepted her choice of me. I finally found what I have been searching for, The jewel of the Nile, the African Queen, the Nubian Goddess, the acceptation to the rule, the answer to the great algebraic equation, the secret to the great mystery of love, the K. R. Jones, the Love Jones, the elimination of all my skeleton bones, the Love Jones clones, the I can’t find my way home because her love has got me stoned, I found love…I got a love Jones, I found her! Or have I ? Hmmmmmmmm!!!!

Tear The Club Up

Springtime is quickly approaching and the flowers are beginning to blossom, love is definitely filling the air and couples are seeking new and adventurous activities to fuel their insatiable desire for romance. As the football season has ended many men take to the golf course to release that pinned up testosterone. But wait, not so fast fellas! The women’s hormones are raging as well. Should we just forget about their needs and desires while we indulge in the beautiful landscape of the golf course sipping Coronas and enjoying fine Cuban hand rolled cigars?
I should think not. Take a look at this loving couple for instance? Now this is how you tear the club up. When you can enjoy this type of beauty on the course, who cares about Cubans? You just have that sexy comrade standing behind you, instructing you on ball placement (No pun intended) and you work on perfecting that swing. Now that’s how you tear the club up! The Country Club, that is!

The Glorious Bride

I beseech you dear Lord; that I may deliver myself unto you whole and unbroken, as pure as the day of my conception, and innocent as the days of my youth. I have contemplated this day for so many years, through a long and arduous journey. It has taken what seems to be a lifetime for me to get here, although I stand comforted, because I know that true life is finally about to commence. I meditate daily on your words, giving praise for our union, your uncompromised love has been manna to my famined soul, I feed on your wisdom daily and your guidance has made me complete. As I prepare to consummate our commitment, I leave grief at the altar and except the rewards of eternity with the love of my youth, a reward from heaven to be accepted, as your glorious bride. I have given up my worldly pleasures and no longer search to be filled. My cup runs over with joy and I drink all day from the fountains of love. Although there aren’t any guests present at our ceremony, all I need is you, the center of my existence, the collated chapter, the story of my life. As we prepare for the first dance, I beg of you, please let it be spirit filled? As we embark on the honeymoon of salvation, may it last an eternity? Although my dress is off white, let it be bleached in your holiness? For thine is the Kingdom, the Power and the Glory, forever, Amen.
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Irresistible-Letter 2

To My Love,



I remember the first time I laid eyes on you. I could scarcely determine the contour of your profile. I caught a glimpse of your amazing smile, your dimples; your lips appeared to be soft as two pillows and I could only imagine them resting comfortably against mine. At first glance, your eyes exposed your soul to me; they revealed a playful, yet intimate nature, desiring to express your self in passionate love. I could hardly contain my emotions knowing that inside their lays an angel yearning to be rescued from the throng of mediocrity. I immediately set my aspirations to become closer to you. To at least search out your inner spirit, to determine if what I was witnessing was real, or was it a passing infatuation with vanity only to leave me heartbroken and empty once again. Even so, I was willing to take that chance; seldom does a man find a woman that encapsulates the very essence of beauty that reflects genuine devotion to all who are privileged to meet her. So I set out on my journey and if I had to travel a million miles, the fire in my heart would not have diminished until I’ve answered the only question, “Is she live, or is she Memorex?” I’ve watched a few love stories in my day and I’ve dreamed a many nights that life would one day deliver the ultimate bond of unity that would last an eternity, however, thus far, it’s only been a dream; but I hear that dreams do sometimes come true. “So I begin with an invitation, to travel on a road to ecstasy; to reveal the heart of a journeyman lover. Although you have not had the honor of meeting me, I find you too civilized a woman to refuse my offer. It is an offer of love. A love centered on commitment, honesty and friendship. Not the superficial, sexual, temporal affection that withers like leaves in the autumn season, rather like the aromatic blossoms of springtime that color the landscape with treasures and acts as a sanctuary of affection. Allow me to water your garden of intimacy and see if it will not yield the fruits of life. I will breathe intimately into your ear lobes, until the condensation of lust drips down your neck. I’ll paint a mosaic of beauty and love called pleasure with my tongue and I will feed on your emotions as a child feeds on cake. I will caress your temple with the innocence of indulgence, protected by the sanctity of marriage that will blossom in your garden. Trust me with this one love; you have garnered my true affections. And for that, I give you love, pure unadulterated, immeasurable, pleasurable, irresistible love. It’s that grow old type of love, it’s that, I don’t know how to express myself type of love, that bilateral, universal, crazy type of love and most of all, the kind you write home to mama about type of love. You’re magnetic and everything about you draws me nearer; your pull is stronger than the centrifugal force of the universe and my prayer is that, this is a glimpse of eternity. This portrait is not available at Sotheby’s, for the price is extraordinarily high, in fact no man can afford it because it was created by love, simple, irresistible love. My offer to you,


Affectionately Yours,

Love

Sista 2 Sista

“Who’s to say we can’t get along?” There’s always someone trying to divide us, trying to make us feel, as if we should hate each other. We are the seedbeds of life. Not only are we the strength, we are the vision. Long gone are the days of being pigeonholed and bred for domestication, although, we still possess our innate abilities to govern our households with tenderness and love. We still possess our coveted family recipes, handed down to us by our resilient, loving mothers and grandmothers, however, today we represent much more. There are no longer the fights about, who’s the darkest or who’s the lightest, we’re just sista’s, beautiful, black, dynamic young ladies, and here to set the record straight. We no longer fight about who’s got good hair and bad hair, we just appreciate the flexibility of the many textures we possess, and whether we buy it, or fry it, it’s nobodies business but ours, because we’re sista’s. We got big sista’s, little sista’s, strong sista’s, and intelligent sista’s. We got fine sista’s, hood sista’s and if you trying to play games, we got them, “I wish you would Sista’s.” So all in all, we comprise a family. A family that supports our tremendous black brothers, uncles, fathers and friends, the true revelation of soul administering love in the process. We are that dynamic breed that overcomes adversity, poverty, discrimination, and complacency. We are Coretta’s dream, we are Michelle’s dream, we are Oprah’s dream, our parents dream, but most of all, we are each other’s dream. Fascinating isn’t it? Who would have thought, forty years ago, that we would prove to be the ultimate truth? Betcha, bye, golly, wow, I’m the one that you’ve been waiting for forever; and ever will my love for you keep growing strong, keep growing strong, forever, because we’re Sista’s. The day has come for us to compete with a world that has suppressed our vision to the point of exploitation. “So what we have curves that will send a Nascar fan into a frenzy.” And forget the fact that our complexion is as inviting as a chocolate sundae on a hot summer day. Never mind the fact that our skin is as smooth as buttermilk flowing into a batch of homemade biscuits, the fact remains that the only way to experience this joy, is through respect. Respect for the generations that have gone before us, the immense tribulations that plagued our ancestors, the assurance of our being, not just black, but Sista’s, in every aspect of the word. We are the truth, we're Sista's.

Gimme a Break!

Everyone needs a break once in a while, after all that’s what life’s all about isn’t it? You work a few hours and then, you take a break, right? Take these young brothers from the Bay, for instance. These brothers work between six and twelve hours a day and they’re constantly on a break. Although they spend the majority of their time on their hands and feet, spinning around in circles, they’re constantly on a break. One would think that listening to music at decibels that would cause a deaf person to dance, and having hoards of spectators witness you on your break all day would give the impression of laziness. Not so in this case. These young brothers get paid for their breaks. That’s right, I said paid breaks, lunch included. Although they’re hourly employees, they still manage to get the benefits of salaried employees. Yep, they’re raking in the dough, and I mean boxes of it.



It doesn’t matter that they have to contend with the hard concrete, day in and day out, because they are always on a break. Never mind who’s watching, they make you dance to the beat of their drum, or don’t dance at all. Put on some old school hip hop and they’re kickin it, literally. This crew is, “ Individual Styles”, the Bay Areas hottest breakers. On Pier 39, In beautiful San Francisco where they rule the concrete. With as many as 10,000 spectators a day peeping out their performances, you can best believe, that they are going to give one hell of a break.



My son is a proud member of this amazing dance squadron and I must admit, I’m pretty proud myself, because I was known to take a break or two in my day. Y’all remember “ Shabadoo, on Soul Train?” Yeah! I was known for the drunken monkey or the infamous Michael Jackson “Moon Walk.” It sure brings back memories. Anyway, my breaks just about up and I don’t have as many fringe benefits as these breakologists, So it’s back to the grind, holla back and I’ll catch you on my next break, Peace.

To My Love

To My Love,

My heart pulsates at the contemplation of your engulfing passion. Your attributes are as immeasurable, as time to eternity. A loving Goddess you are, I’m literally hypnotized by your intrinsic beauty. Your caramel, chocolate complexion acts as an aphrodisiac of divine intimate pleasure. As I indulge in the thoughts of our communion, I begin to salivate, knowing that my hunger for your closeness will soon be satisfied. I have prepared a table of delicacies for your delight and as sure as the raindrops fill the sea, I too shall fill you with the seeds of my affection. As you dine on the fruit of my sincerity, you will be overcome by emotions so strong, that you will literally tremble in fulfillment. Absolute gratification will reciprocate as a byproduct of my desire for you. By allowing me to enter into the portal of your intimacy, I will initiate a non-compete clause that garners only the attention of one, and that is you my love. I shall erect a dream, which will encompass the revelation of our children and our seeds shall be a testament to our devotion. I shall commit to you as one is committed to an asylum of love, purpose driven commitment, marinating in a sanctuary from above. You will undoubtedly know, that as each day you’re privileged to witness the sun and meditate by the light of the moon, that I love you. And I will forever be committed to our devotion.

Sincerely,

Love