Surviving is not enough! February 20, 2011

I made it through the bad times that almost took me out

Every hope and dream I had, tossed, battered about

A  pearl, a diamond, special treasure, before a swiney snout

My deliverance has come nigh, it’s time to Praise and Shout!!!

Victory; Deliverance; Healing; Peace divine

I’m claiming; Taking all I want, and everything that’s mine.

Hanging in;  Just making it;  Surviving’s not enough

God has so much more for me,

Tough times don’t phase the tough

I’m tough.

Yes I’m tough and tender too,

A blessed woman through and through

Doing what I’ve got to do

Get out of my way, I’m coming Through

To take the place before me, in the presence of my enemies,

At the table of God’s precious love, prepared just for Me

I feel the sweet oil anoint my head,

So pure flows to my feet.

Passionately, savoring my overflowing cup

Goodness and mercy have followed me

Surviving is not enough!

Robminx the Rhythm Rhymer

copyright 2011

SHE WRITES February 13, 2011

SHE WRITES
SHE…writes her life, her love, her passion.
She writes what’s in and out of fashion.
She writes a mess…
She writes what’s good.
She has to write, that’s understood.
She writes her high’s, her low’s, her joy’s, her sorrows.
She writes her mundane days, her sleepless nights, her hopes for tomorrow. 
She writes for you, she writes for me, she writes what was, and what could be….she writes.
When things are going well, she writes.
When she is catching hell, she writes.
She ushers in the dawn, and writes.
When nights are cold and long, she writes.
On the family’s kitchen table, any time or place she’s able; by the pool, in horses stable’s….she writes.
She tells the story of our lives; expands the soul and opens eyes; exposes wolves in lambs disguise…she writes. She writes. She writes!
Encourage her to write, for the life she may be saving…
could be yours.
ROBMINX THE RHYTHM RHYMER
copyright 2011

HEARTSONG November 19, 2010

Heartsong…

Hush now and listen to the melodies hidden in our heartbeats…..

…can you hear it?

the mingling of angelic chorus in joyful expression ….

better than the songs we sing from our lips,

more than the gyration grinding from our hips,

longer than the pathway to our hearts from our veins,

stronger that the grip of love that lingers with no pain….

the sound that mimics the timing of a kiss,

long slow passionate, signaling our bliss,

it’s like the look of love as we gaze into the eyes,

reading letters from our souls, as we strengthen our soul ties…

listen baby listen…to the words i cannot say…..

listen to our heartbeats, before the rhythm goes away……

Robminx

You know who you are… November 13, 2010

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE…

THAT MANIFESTATION

THAT CULMINATION

THAT INTEGRATION

THAT SWEET SENSATION

THAT REAL LIFE BLESSING THAT ONCE ONLY LIVED INSIDE MY DREAMS.

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

THE ONE I SING TO

THE ONE I CLING TO

THE ONE I RING WHEN I CALL JUST TO HEAR YOU SPEAK

ONE I BRING TO…MY ALL, MY CORE, MY EVERYTHING

THE SONG I SING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

WHEN I MOAN YOUR NAME AS I SIGH IN MY SLEEP IN WANT OF YOU

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

THE ONE WHO PROMISES ME THE WORLD

AND I’LL WAIT AN ETERNITY TO SEE THE PROMISES FULFILLED

IT’S YOU BONBON, YOU ARE THE ONE WHO TOUCHES ME SOOOO DEEPLY WAY, WAY DOWN, BEYOND THE BOTTOMLESS DEPTHS….

TO MY PARADISE OF RICHES  DOWN DEEP INSIDE THAT PLACE THAT OTHER MEN BEG JUST TO GET A GLIMPSE OF….

MY PLEASURE, MY PASSION, MY PARADISE,

TO YOU ONLY I WILLINGLY OFFER IT…GAVE YOU THE KEY TO UNLOCK THE TREASURES OF ME

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

YOU LIKE TO TEASE ME, IT AMUSES YOU

YOU LIKE TO PLEASE ME, IT’S THE CORE OF YOU

YOU LIKE TO SURPRISE ME, IT’S THE THING YOU DO

YOU LIKE TO ELEVATE ME, IT’S THE KING IN YOU

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

YOU ARE MY MAN, YOU HAVE TO BE….YOU SAID THAT I’M YOUR WOMAN….

AND WE GO ALONG OUR CHERISHED PATH

YOU ON ONE SIDE OF THE HIGHWAY, ME ON THE OTHER

WE STRETCH OUR ARMS AND HOLD HANDS CASTING A SHADOW ON THE CENTER LINE OF THE ROAD

THE BIRDS, THE WIND THE TREES, AND THE TALL GRASS WHERE WE MADE LOVE…ALL HEARD YOUR PROPOSAL…..

SO IF A TREE FALLS IN FOREST AND NO ONE IS THERE TO HEAR IT…DOES IT STILL MAKE A SOUND???

YES….BECAUSE THE PIECE OF GROUND  IT FELL ON CRIED OUT THE “THUD!”

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE

YOU’RE THAT SEED OF HOPE, THAT SACRIFICED IT’S SHELL TO BRING FORTH THE FRUIT OF OUR LOVE

YOU LEFT THEM ALL BEHIND, TO RUN INTO MY OPEN WAITING ARMS

IT’S YOU MY DOVE,

THE THINGS YOU DO MY LOVE,

MY LOVE SO TRUE DEAR ONE,

YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE….

ROBMINX

COPYRIGHT 2010

long distance kiss September 9, 2010

If you’ve never known the beauty of the long distance love kiss, you’re missing out. He blew me a kiss over the phone, absentmindedly…just a quick “Muah!”….”Ok honey, I’ll talk to you later!” I went quiet…he asked…”Are you there? “Yes I’m here.” I answered…my imagination still savoring the first kiss. “I’ll call you later then baby.”….the delightful French accent lifting the edge of each word. “Ok, baby that’s cool…Darling…” I said. “Yeah baby, what is it?” he asked…”I love you….Mwah” “Oh yes, baby, Muah, love you too!” I got happy and ‘Mwahhhed!” again, he chuckled and ‘Muaaahhhed!” back…..we laughed, at our over the phone kissing game silliness. It was sweet, and I longed for more. I knew he had to go tend to the naughty oversized puppy dog nipping at him, on the verge of wreaking havoc. ” No Blackie, down!” he commanded. I laughed into the phone…”This dog, is something else.” he said….”I can tell; I see who’s running things over there.” I giggled…”Well I’ll let you go then, for now. Will you call me later dear?” “Yes baby, I’ll call you.” That delightful accent, the joy and laughter in his voice…the yummy “Muaaaahhhh!!!” kiss he blew once more into the phone…before we said goodbye for the last time, are all reasons…I stood with the phone in one hand, and my other hand gently tracing the imaginings and   goodness, of his sweet long distance love kiss. MUAHHHHHHHH!

BY ROBMINX

COPYRIGHT 2010

You have… August 7, 2010

You have Beloved, done, what no one else could do

you have

made me know for sure that love and dreams do come true

you have

taken time to get to know me thru and thru

you have

with all the ways you’ve loved me, you’ve made me love you too

you have

opened up places in me Darling, I didn’t know existed

you have

held the broken heart of this little girl in your hands

bandaged it and kissed it

you have

done the one thing I thought impossible & rare

you have

patiently held onto love’s hope, and proved to me you care

you have

taken precious time to wade thru all my pain and fears

you have

taken me into your heart, and kissed away my tears

you have oh Love

you have mon coeur

shown me that it’s true

that it’s safe to love me, because you love me too

you have

with all your loving, made me love you too.

By Robminx

copyright 2010

feel the fire July 24, 2010

i sometimes like playing with fire

the intense, warm, red/orange glow of a fire, with the balance of light cool blue water

laying atop a bed of sugary, white sands

your delicious brown, wrapped up in my delightful brown

my thick thigh pressed up against the strength of your thigh

us connected at our cores on the most intimate level

like the smooth grind of key in lock

you staring deep into my eyes,

your mind, body, heart, senses all recording

in consentrated detail

the best love you’ve ever made in your entire life so far

cause…that is only the first time we’re together making love

by robminx

copyright 2010

love junkie July 19, 2010

burning up in the flames of my affliction

lovesick all because of you

you’re like a drug…fueling my addiction

caught up..don’t know what i’m gonna do

i beat my veins, trying to find the right connection

and you’re the needle, penetrating my soul

i moan and nod when you feed me your affection

i’m stretched out…you’re in complete control

love junkie….

it’s not a pretty sight

slipping in and out o changes

like a thief in the night

back alleys…looking for a fix

running from the night slaves

and their bags of dirty tricks

imma a fresh face in this neighborhood

loving somebody never felt so bad or good

love junkie

about to go insane

need more of your loving just to ease away the pain

the thrill of loving you

the feel of needing you

the ache of wanting you

i’m so addicted to you

the pain won’t go away until I’m right there next to you….

by robminx

copyright 2010

you color me with love songs July 14, 2010

A WRITER AT A LOSS FOR WORDS…
I CAN’T FIND THE RIGHT WORDS TO SAY
HOW THEN, CAN I, EXPLAIN IT TO YOU
WHEN YOU MAKE ME FEEL THIS WAY?

I SENT YOU A SONG WITH THE SWEETEST OF LYRICS
PENNED BY ANOTHER WHO’S HEART OVERFLOWS
YOU SENT ME ONE BACK, WITH WORDS JUST AS MEANINGFUL
I’M SO THRILLED…
HEAVEN ONLY KNOWS

HOW COULD THIS NEW TIME AND PLACE
RENDER ME SO FULL OF WONDER?
HOW DID WE… SOME HOW CONNECT…
LEARNING TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER?

MY HEART IS OVERFLOWING WITH A BRAND NEW THEME
JUST AS THE WISE PSALMIST SAID
MY MIND IS A BUZZ WITH THE BRILLIANCE OF YOU
AS THOUGHTS OF YOU FILL UP MY HEAD
AND MY HEART
SOMETHING WE FELT FROM THE START

FROM THE FIRST TIME YOU REACHED OUT
WITH YOUR WORDS OR A WINK
CAUGHT BY SURPRISE, I KNEW NOT WHAT TO THINK
BUT YOU KEPT ON ASSURING ME, DAY AFTER DAY
THAT YOUR LOVE FOR ME, IS HERE TO STAY

AND EACH TIME YOU SEND ME A LOVE SONG
YOU ADD MORE COLOR
TO THE DREAMS
I ONCE ONLY DREAMED, IN BLACK N WHITE

by ROBMINX COPYRIGHT 2010

blah, blah,blah…depression is a bytch! June 29, 2010

today i feel so phucked up i just want to step off the phuckin edge of the the mutha phukkin ledge of life and wave bye-bye on the way down.

the bullshyt pressures of life are a struggle right now. what is like breathing  for other folks, is like life support for me…..wanna cope desperately….can’t….wanna fight….no strength…..wanna beg, plead, ask for help….feel too worthless to waste the breath….

wanna, wanna, wanna……promise to myself n everyone else….i’m gonna, gonna, gonna….but how?

i stand up, to pick it, to get it up…..but put it down…..like ‘what for?’ what difference will it, or i make anyhow?

talked on the phone, laughed n giggled to the them…to me…i stood looking in the mirror at the phony with the phuckin mask of confidence the other person is hearing

i say something i think maybe witty….i guess…cause they’re laughing

i’m looking at me fighting back tears….i phukked up again…..

took on too much…..way more than i can handle…..what makes them believe i can do this shyt anyway….just cause i lucked up and did it last time

a mutha phuckkin fluke…that’s all that dumb shytt was…..that’s all it was

“Leave me alone!!!!! I can’t do it again!…..It’s too damn much!….Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeze!!!!!”

“Just let me crawl back in my bed….chase the sleep that evades me….if i can catch a hold of a little real rest…deep sleep….the kind the nightmares can’t get to……

the kind of sleep where my demons don’t dance and shake their asses, like my new orleans roots of a second line….waving the white flag of my failures in the air….taunting me with …what coulda…woulda…shoulda been

what i should have done right….or better….if only i were….right…or better

what the hell is right….or better….who the PHUCK KNOWS?????????????

i sure don’t….not at this moment……but maybe i will

after i moan, cry, and pray

if i can find the energy to moan, cry and pray

maybe i should, pray and moan as i cry?

Jesus, help me. I’m having a really bad day today….

Family, friends….forgive me….I’m not my best self this way….

depression is a super, uber, ugly bytch beast…..

but prayer has cracked the shell of this beast….and a sliver of hope at the end of my rope, is all i can cling to…..right now anyway

if i can only find the strength to hold on…..

by robminx

copyright 2010