Tell Me written by Christo Diata

For: T. Jackson
To: Two special people

Thanks for asking me to write for you.. you have blessed my morning.

Tell Me

Everyone wants to live forever
but no one wants to die
Like everyone wants to laugh
But no one wants to cry
Hello, Morning and Just love me
“Tell me”
Me and you livin eternity
Brown eyes tie brown eyes
Like Chocolate mixes with crème
You some people call Ky
but I see you as my dream
Your attention enthralls me
When past voices echo “I don’t want to hear it” you exalt me
I know you love me and show me your love daily
Where all others have failed me
You look into the world with passion
And
“tell me”
the things I need to hear
I want to catch your drift
Each time you are near
Look upon my crème
Feel the passion when I speak
I will show you with my actions
How much I need you
Your birth moves my earth
22 cycles around the morning’s sun
Can we count the beams together
And approach each challenge as one
touch my hair
get tangled in my thick brown release
while I look upon you
and see a part of me
Hello, Morning and Just love me
“Tell me”
Let’s live forever and never die..
Sweet K Y (KeY to ME)

What I want by Christo Diata

TO: A sista who once asked me what I want...

What I want?
Once a woman asked me what I want
Some questions require thought
I answer it here…

What I want
I want to fall in love with one woman
Know her heart, fears, mind, and what she needs to share
Have sex with the same woman for the next fifty years
Be in love as she parts and counts each of my gray hairs
Until one day
Sitting on sandy shores we will both stare
Out over the horizon watching the sunset
Hugging the moon light
Holding hands
Underneath our bed sheets the morning tide
We will become as free as the sun rise
And rule our birthed lands
Guiding our children’s hands
Until what they want is to be like us
And tell our story just to touch
The souls of those that need to be touched
And once a woman asked me what I want
Sometimes
What I want is the patience and friendship to know
What we want

Panic Attack!

OK that last one was kind of one sided in view... this is another short story I wrote in passing time... Are there guardian Angels? Do you beleive? Feed back is always good... DcTiger@TouchingTheSoul.com

Panic Attack!

Sandra didn’t know what hit her. She was used to running this way at least three times a week. But today, She just couldn’t find the energy to keep going. She was getting dizzy. She stumbled to a halt a by an oak tree close to the trail to get her breath. They were becoming short and erratic as if she was having a panic attack. She could feel her heart beating inside her chest. Putting her hand on or wrist she checked her pulse. She thought.
“That’s it for running today I’m going to have to walk this one out.”
Her mind wandered back to a conversation she had with her boyfriend (Scott) earlier this week about her little guardian angel that always seemed to look out for her and keep her out of trouble. She couldn’t help but to think,
“Where is my little guardian now, must be her day off.”
Sandra was at the half way point of her normal run. The five mile trail followed a River close to her home, circled and returned to it’s starting point. It was always serene, one of the best places for her to think and wind down after a stressful week.
Another female Jogger passed her while she was still trying to get her breathing and heartbeat back to normal. She noticed she was wearing a pink jogging suit. The young lady was the first person she saw on the trail since she had been running today. There was a gloomy overcast kind of like rain was coming so the trail was not as crowded with morning joggers as usual. Sandra’s breathing was returning to normal and she could feel her heartbeat slowing as well. She made her way away from the Oak tree back to the trail and decided she would walk the last two and a half miles home. She was a little worried about what could be the cause of her loosing her breathe the way she did. It just wasn’t normal for her. She began her walk.
She always carried her cell phone with her just in case of emergencies. This would almost qualify. She called Scott pushing the three on her handset and holding it till the automatic memory dial started. The phone rung three times before Scott picked up.
“Hello”
“Hi baby.”
“Hey. How are you? I didn’t expect to hear from you for at least another hour or two. Aren’t you working out?”
“Yeah, but half way around the trail I didn’t feel too well. Got dizzy and my heart sped up.”
“Are you all right? Do you need me to come and..”
“No, I think I can make it. I am walking back to the house now. I have about two and a quarter miles to go.”
“I’m going to come and meet you on the trail. Which way are you coming from.”
“The regular way.”
“Ok I’m on my way out the door now. I’ll see you soon. Stay calm.”
“I’m OK now. I just wanted you to know what was taking me so long.”
Scott lived across the street from Sandra so he could look out of his front window and set his clock by her morning schedule. Sandra was a person of habit. He was correct in saying he was on his way out the door. He heard a commotion as he left his house the distant sound of sirens. They were heading in the direction of the park.
“I wonder if she called the police or ambulance too?” Scott thought as he turned back to the house to get his bicycle. A need for a little extra speed was in order. He walked around the side of his house to his shed opened the door and rolled out his ten speed Mountain Bike.
He got on and made his way to the park. The trail started around 5 blocks from his and her house. He heard another siren coming past a few streets over as he made his way around the corner.
“Four blocks to go.”
Scott felt butterflies, the type you feel when you’re worried.
He just knew something was wrong. He picked up his pace. Three Blocks later he was coming up on the trail exit. He saw a police car blocking it with his overhead lights on. As he approached the officer exited his car and held his hand out saying,
“ Sorry the Trail is closed temporarily today. You’ll have to come back later.”
Scott got off his bike and approached the officer saying,
“I am coming to meet my fiancé. She called me from the trail earlier to tell me she wasn’t feeling that good. I told her I would meet her and escort her home.”
The officer took out a pen and paper and started jotting something down. Then he eyed Scott asking.
“Can you give me your fiancé’s name and a description sir?”
“Yes her name is Sandra Taylor and I am not sure what she was wearing but I believe it was a light brown jogging suit with 3 white stripes down the side. She has shoulder length dark brown hair usually pulled into a ponytail, brown eyes and is around 5’ 4” with a petite build.
The officer turned away from Scott and walked toward his car tilting his head toward his shoulder radio and reading the description. He paused for several seconds then received a reply. The information didn’t fit the victim’s profile. The officer turned back toward Scott and said.
“Your Fiancé should be fine Sir. I would return home and wait for her there.”
“I am really concerned because she called me less than a half an hour ago and told me she felt dizzy and got sick on the trail.”
The officer grimaced at Scott as if questioning his belief in Scott’s statements.
“What’s your name Sir?”
“Scott Moorefield”
The Officer spoke into his radio again.
“Billy, have one of the deputies go up the trail and see if they run into anyone fitting that description, I have her fiancé Scott here and he is concerned of her well being.”
“10-4” was the reply that came through.
“Wait here Sir I’ll see what I can find out for you.”
“So what’s going on Officer?” Scott could not hide his discomfort.
“I am not at liberty to say.”

Meanwhile further up the Trail Sandra was feeling a lot better. She was approaching a lot of commotion that was happening. There were three Officers, One patrol car and an ambulance blocking the pathway. As she approached the area one of the Officers spotted her and turned towards her looking at a small pad in his hand. He approached her speaking in a country accent.
“Maam, Are you miss Sandra Taylor?”
“Yes I am.” She replied puzzled why he would be asking for her.
“You’ll have to excuse the commotion, Maam. Someone is waiting for you at the end of the trail. Your fiancé Scott.”
“Yes, He was supposed to meet me.”
She noticed the lady in the pink Jogging suit sitting in the back door of the ambulance her clothes were visibly torn and she was bruised. There was another gentleman in a sweat suit talking to an Officer who was writing down information onto a pad. And there was a third man in the back of the patrol car.
“Officer the young lady in the ambulance passed me on the trail earlier. What happened here?” Sandra Asked.
“An attempted sexual assault was stopped by a passing jogger Maam. You are very lucky you didn’t pass through here earlier.” His statement stopped.
“If you don’t mind Maam I’d like to escort you to your fiancé so you can go home. I’m going to need to take your information in case we have any questions.”
Before taking Sandra’s Information he called the officer at the trail exit to let him know Scott’s Fiance was fine and on her way. He then escorted her to the trail exit jotting down her information on a small pad on the way.
When Sandra saw Scott looking worried next to the Officer she ran to him and gave him a big Hug.
He was so relieved to see her. Later they would discuss how her little guardian angel was looking out for her by making her feel sick. They never again questioned that all things happen for a reason.

Scott took up jogging and biking about three times a week. It became precious time spent between them. They are married now and expecting their first baby and Sandra hasn’t had any more panic attacks since that day.

The End

or
Ok Ok let me know.. not new.. not unique.. but good practice... Give me a topic to write a story on.. An assignment.. the more the better... Help my imagination flow...
Every story has truth in it... I hear so many stories every day.. You would be amazed of the maricles that happen daily.

Infectious

TO:Shannon


Her smile is as infectious
As the sweetest honey
The Earth could supply
Who would think a Mack Truck
Could be disguised in a 5”2” frame
Rollin over hearts like that
Story at eleven
Another brother lain in the street
Heart broke
Her still a Queen born of a Queen
Don’t ask
Cause she doesn’t answer
Justice can be served
Without your knowledge
Although you will feel the withdrawal pains
Have you calling in exact figures
If you can count
But even with all that
You won’t forget her smile
Beauty one
The beast zero
Time to change the script
I forgive beauty
Each time I see her
I will see the joy in her father’s eyes
Spoilin her
I will see the protectiveness of her brother’s heart
Guarding her
I will see the love her mother
Nurturer of her
And one day after forgiveness
When I need to be saved
Drama would have left her heart
And she may become my heroine
All said and done
I forgive her
Will smile when I see her
Wave if she sees me
Look out for her village
Cause it crosses my own
And watch for her
Infectious smile
Because without any effort
It could have me
Laid in a hospital bed
On antibiotics
Wonderin what hit me
And made me dizzy
Not wantin to wake up
I’ll always be willin to listen to her
When she’s talking again
Until then She is a friend
forgiven
No one has the power to hurt me but me
And I am not in the habit of causin pain
Just healing… building.. and loving..
I ain’t scaard..

Infectious

To:Shannon

Her smile is as infectious
As the sweetest honey
The Earth could supply
Who would think a Mack Truck
Could be disguised in a 5”2” frame
Rollin over hearts like that
Story at eleven
Another brother lain in the street
Heart broke
Her still a Queen born of a Queen
Don’t ask
Cause she doesn’t answer
Justice can be served
Without your knowledge
Although you will feel the withdrawal pains
Have you calling in exact figures
If you can count
But even with all that
You won’t forget her smile
Beauty one
The beast zero
Time to change the script
I forgive beauty
Each time I see her
I will see the joy in her father’s eyes
Spoilin her
I will see the protectiveness of her brother’s heart
Guarding her
I will see the love of her mother
Nurturer of her
And one day after forgiveness sets
When I need to be saved
Drama would have left her heart
she will see truth
And she may be my hero
or a hero to my sons
All said and done
I forgive her
Will smile when I see her
Wave if she sees me
Look out for her village
Cause it crosses my own
And watch out for her
Infectious smile
Because without any effort
It could have me
Laid in a hospital bed
On antibiotics
Wonderin what hit me
And made me dizzy
Not wantin to wake up
I will always be willin to listen
When she’s talking again
cause her speech is precious
when she chooses to share it
Until then She is a friend
and forgiven
No one has the power to hurt me but me
and I am not in the habit of trying to hurt
just heal.. and build.. and love..

"Please stop smilin like that I'm gettin dizzy."
your smile can brighten up a day, Always smile Christo Diata

LATA YA'LL
Tiger

Shelly's Shadow

Hey bet u always wondered why I said author poet. that's because i have always written short stories (5 to 50 pages) I have been attempting to put together a group of erotic/ horror/ sudutively weird stories to release sometime this year but every time i read the stories i am not satisfied enough to release them yet. So I write little short stories on the side of my short stories and I am releasing a few of them here on my blogs with my poetry! Wow.. life always inspires stories and there is always truth intwined in some authors work. Let me know what you think email or comments.

Shelly's Shadow

He hid in the shadows waiting for her to return. It was seven o’clock Monday mourning. James never thought he would do anything like this. He felt crazy. But shelly had stopped calling him three weeks earlier and he didn’t know how to react. Everything seemed OK last time they spoke. He called several times through the week. Shelly got home at seven fifteen from work when, she was on time. She was usually a timely person. She worked the night shift at Shady General Hospital.

His mind wandered back to the first time they went out. He was dropping her off from a date. They had gone to check out a local flick. He couldn’t even remember the title because Shelly was the center of his attention at the time. She was fine. No denying it.
He took her out to dinner afterwards, nothing too lavish, just a comfortable greasy spoon
restaurant that had good home cooking and a romantic setting. The lighting was dim with candles accenting each table. They ate their meal and talked for nearly an hour before leaving. He took the scenic route to her home past the waterfront. They continued to talk.
At the end of the date they hugged at her front door and went their separate ways.

That was months ago now. They went out two more times and talked on the phone often but not nearly often enough he felt. He thought they had decided to give the relationship thing a try. At least that was the way he understood it from speaking with her until, she mysteriously stopped answering the phone and calling. James first response was she was busy and would call back later. But, no call came. Even on the day they were supposed to go out he called again and didn’t receive any response. Naturally he became worried. I mean she wasn’t his wife or anything like that, they were still in the area of being new friends and this didn’t seem normal to him that she wouldn’t call. He hoped she wasn’t hurt or sick and didn’t but want to over react in a new friendship. James always followed his intuition and he got the feeling she was OK but could never be sure. So he decided he would position himself where he could see her, so he could be sure. One sighting is all it would take.

It was coming up on seven fifteen. Shelly would be arriving shortly. She was right on time. She had gotten a ride home from work with a co-worker. She exited the car thanked her co-worker and waved goodbye. As she started for the walkway to her apartment building the co-worker drove off. James stepped from behind the Shrubbery to the right of the entrance and she saw him. Clinching her arm to her purse and walking quickly towards the door she said out loud,
“Oh you’re into stalking now!”
James wasn’t at all startled by her response said
“No, not at all. Just when you stopped calling I was concerned. I wanted to know if you were alright.”
“So it took over two weeks for you to come see if I was alright.”
“No I did call, you just didn’t answer.”
“That should’ve been the clue.”
She said as she put her key into the front doorway to enter the building. James could already see there was nothing there anymore, but he couldn’t help but to ask.
“What happened, why did you stop answering my calls or calling me?”
He already knew you can’t make someone like you, but he wasn’t in the habit of leaving friendships on bad terms. She was opening the door, as she walked into the apartment building she looked at him and said.
“You should’ve been thinking about that when you posted your business on the web like that.”
She pulled the door closed behind her.
James thought about what she said and remembered a letter he had written to a lady he had wanted to be his flame at one time. He wrote this letter before he had committed to Shelly although he did know her at the time. He didn’t know what made him post it. Maybe a temporary lapse of sanity but even worse he didn’t know Shelly knew about his website. He wondered if she had read the letters that he wrote to her (Shelly) over the past few weeks. For him writing was a release a way to express his feelings when he couldn’t speak them. Sometimes his letters were not understood but never the less he stood behind what he wrote. Writing was a very important part of his life even though it made him feel inept right now. It has saved his sanity many times. He turned to walk back to his car as apartment entrance door closing echoed in his mind. But as that door closed he felt closure, which was very important to him. He didn’t have to wonder what happened. His only wish was she would learn to forgive him. No friendship on any level will ever last without it. Because in being forced to date for a while the one thing he has never found was the perfect woman so he never expected to be looked upon as perfect himself.
James knew if he liked someone he would apologize, ask for forgiveness and answer to that person he needed to forgive him. Make-ups are special and needed in any friendship.
Whether between the people you hang out with to create the bond or with the woman you want to be intimate with. That’s the way friendships last and that’s what makes them special. The fact that you care how they feel. With Shelly her forgiveness would mean a lot even if her and James were not meant to be more than friends at least they would be friends.
James knew Shelly would have no problem replacing him many times over. She was gorgeous like that. But at the same time James didn’t have any shortage of friends he could take out. He just knew it was becoming harder and harder for him to fall in love or even to want to. That was something he hoped was on reserve for Shelly. She was very sweet natured, but like all things in his life right now before they flower they die.
Well if her actions were meant to hurt him, they did but men aren’t allowed to cry.
We are expected to carry on.

James looked forward to the day he would be required to buy flowers again, and do all those things people in love do… James could almost see the bus stop Shelly sometimes used to catch to work from his room window. He never saw Shelly though. The future will tell if he ever will.

The End or the beginning?

If you got this far thanks for reading
Christo Diata..
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Take Time

To: WHomever

I am born in the sky
I am not perfect
I soar to U
Wings spread a vision of perfection
It took time to create this
Why do you not take time to see me

I am born from the earth
I am not perfect
I come to you
Plush green and full of sweet smells and life
It took time to create this
Why do you not take time to see me

I am born of the water
I am not perfect
I break down mountains for U
I cleanse every part of the earth you proclaim to own
even when you turn to dust
Why do you not take time to see me

I am man I am born of a woman
I am not perfect
I slave in an unforgiving life
To build a kingdom where we can reign
It takes time to create this
Why do you not take time to see me

I am woman I am born from the joining of two
I am not perfect
I walk to you eyes open looking to the future
When you see me you see perfection
Mother of the womb that nurtures you
Why do you not take time to see me

We are all things created in the image of I Am
We are not perfect
But when you learn to forgive the faults
You will see the beauty that lies just beneath
Then you will know that we are perfect
Created in the wake of the life that created US

Till Tomorrow

TO: Deloris
Location: South Carolina

Thank you for asking me to write for you. I hope you like.

Never put off till tomorrow
what you can do today
I hear echoing from the voice
o f a brown eyed queen
her hair flowing in length
from brown to green
twining my thought like the
growth within her
her words like a vine
captivate those who listen
5 foot 4 inches unique
and heaven brought
a sista with un ending dreams
and deep in thought
but my words brought thick
as the tear in her father’s eye
when he held her
his princess
to the midnight sky
and proclaimed her
a gift from god
now decades of wisdom
show her this new day
a woman who others aspire
to be...
In many ways
Sometimes shown by complements
sometimes shown by jealousy
but nevertheless
shown.. By others
while she comforts In harmony
with herself..

Batman By Christo Diata

TO: Raymond
From: Barbara
Location: Channelview, Texas

Thank you Barbara for allowing me to write for you. I hope all works out for the best.

Batman

My heart mourns your absence
U to be so far from me
moved beyond my vision
my tears soak my bed sheets
I wait to be warmed by your light skinned presence
yearning to see the deep brown of your eyes
“Batman” my forbidden love
Hidden I read your letters in the shadows
my heart missing you
I count the year till your return
and pray for understanding
of my family
so that I can yearn
to be with U
outside in the day
never having to fear
separation between us
because you will be here
till that day my broken heart
cuddles to your words
and awaits every seven days
till your return...

A Tear Drops

TO: Lil Cherokee

One Teardrop falls
Waves circle out
Inscribed on them love letters
Last seen on the horizon
Call me if you saw them
No view if they reached their destination
The sun sets
A page closes on the perfect sky
hearts walk kissing in pairs
The coupled silhouettes I see not my own
Never knowing how special we could've been
I wave good-bye
And pray my heart lives on
Waiting for the tide to return
Like smoke signals
In the distance
I see Teepees on the horizon
my gift my crime
all I wanted to be was
In love...

Things I need

TO: Whoever

Things I need

Good friends
Places to go
Things to do
Time to laugh
Time to cry
Time to dream
People to miss
People to love
Friends to share with
To feel wanted
To feel handsome
To feel Touch
To smile just because
Because I want to

Things I don’t need in a woman

Anything fake
Too much free time
no communication
anyone who doesn’t want to talk to me
someone who won’t call me
at 3:45 am and wake me while I’m sleeping
because I pissed them off and they’re still awake
someone who won’t call me
at 3:45 am and wake me
just to say
I couldn’t sleep
Are you awake too
A woman who doesn’t know the power of silence
and when to break it
Anyone who doesn’t expect me
to answer to them
without them asking
anyone who expects me to answer
too muchwithout asking me to
anyone who is not answerable to me
anyone that doesn’t like to be chased
anyone who wants to be brought
anyone who I can’t treat
the way I see them
If I see them as beautiful queen
I want to take them out
And be broke at the end of the night
Have my arm be tired from opening every door for them
And pulling out chairs
And standing on the traffic side when crossing the street
And not have it reflect
On my security as a man
Anyone who doesn’t give me the space to be me
Anyone who doesn’t want me to know them
And be inside their heart
Anyone who doesn’t know love is not instant
But when you get there
It’s all good…
Anyone who doesn’t want me to love them
Anyone who doesn’t want to be my heart
Anyone who doesn't want to love


Things I need

Good friends
Places to go
Things to do
Time to laugh
Time to cry
Time to dream
People to miss
People to love
Friends to share with
To feel wanted
To feel handsome
To feel Touch
To smile just because
Because I want to

Things I give
Everything I have in time...

Every Day is your Day

To: This poem does no justice but to Mom's every day is your day..

Especially those who have touched my life
My Mom
Ms Stephanie (You get the honorary Mom’s award Thank You for all that you do for me and my son’s)
Shannon and her Mom… Wish I could know U better… Stay precious
All the Ma Ma’s at Ujamaa Skule
All the momma’s who have grown with me through my first book and my poetry
You helped save me many times… Faith, Sasha,
The List goes on.. Love each and every one of you and hope this is a beautiful day for you and just one of many...
Christo Diata

From the Womb to freedom
from Mom to Grand ma
She is there
Nurturing
And showing the way
that momma cares
Each choice, each meal,
Each step taken to work for pay
To create the child’s fantasy day
She is the center of the day
Little eyes follow momma’s wake
She is the world to them
Each second spent in her arms
Is like a touch of heaven
The smells that come from the kitchen
When she cook’s
Ambrosia to the senses and mind
The care she takes
Reading stories
Givin baths
A child’s precious time
For all the times I’ve said
And for all the times I’ve missed
I honor each of you as a Mother
And hope every day shows you honor
Like this..
This Your special day..

Lil Seed of man

If a pretty lil set of brown eyes
Maybe three cycles of 365
Days of knowledge in her wake
Can See Me for who I am
See my spirit as one of I AM
Ask me to share my gift of words with her
Even if only through Doctor Suess
I can only wonder
Why can’t she who I long to kiss
see me too?


This poem wasn't checked by my best friend
and newly aquired love poem editor who commented
on the last post. I snuck it out...
:-)

She Is I AM...

TO: Lil Cherokee

Poem of apology For the misuse of a word
Some poet’s don’t rely on Webster to define their Use of the English language
I am one of them.. I sometimes make up words or redefine words
Nemesis in my poetry is used as an opposite
Not as the commonly defined enemy
So I apologize that Webster
Doesn’t know what the word nemesis means
And I apologize that anyone who agrees with Webster
May misinterpret what I am saying when I use the word Nemesis
So in closure I’m writing this poem
Using the word nemesis as I intend it
Opposite
And if a certain very special person to me was offended
By my words I apologize
I wish I could buy you the huge bouquet of flowers
But I am temporarily at an end of those means
And must rely on words…
So u should ask for 10 bouquets later
to replace the one I can’t get now…

She Is I Am
TO: Lil Cherokee

She is lil Cherokee… I am confused
If She is love… I am it’s nemesis
Although I wish to be love in the end
If She is sweet I am bitter to taste
Yearning to mix with her and make the perfect blend
If She is good I am evil
Asking for forgiveness although still a little devilish inside
If She is special I just exist
But existence is not as special without her
If She is beautiful well I may be a little funny looking
But modern medicine can work miracles
Or so they say
If She is intelligent I am not very smart to have used nemesis in a poem
And posted it anyplace on earth
If She is sensitive I need to learn more about being sensitive
Because I would never want to hurt her as my friend
If She is strong in silence I am noisy in apology
missing her speech
Wishing for the utterance of syllables from her breath to begin
If she understands the thoughts of men
Forgive me I don’t understand the thoughts of women
So politically correct or even perfect I may not be
But I have brown eyes that want love too
look into them you will see
If She has a plan… I am clueless
Maybe I need help in making one
If she reads this and once smiles
Maybe I won’t have to look so sad
Missin her…
And if this poem didn’t rhyme
I am the nemesis of the rhyming of poems
And if she never speaks to me again
I will know pain…

This poem this excerpt came from was a closure for me…I wrote it about 4 days before I posted it… those days make a big difference… simple as making a decision…
“while I look into the eyes of another sweet ebony
twice as beautiful as her physically
mentally my nemesis (opposite)
while my heart half there
having what so many men want
I walk the fine line of deceit”

(Mentally my nemesis, opposite) This is not an insult I believe to a certain extent opposites attract.
(Heart half there) Love at first site rarely happens maybe once in a life time
So when falling into a new love it is a slow process. When u decide if u want to go through all the pains and pitfalls that got u there and kept u there before. Basically is it time to take the chance again?
(Having what so many men want) Because of your beauty I know many men envy or want that “Just for the looks” aspect of you
(Fine line of deceit) A line of deceit is a line I use to express the courting process when new… keeping on from heart half there… U have to go through hiding uncertainties each time you go on a date with a person you don’t know where it is going. In each courtship you know there are no guarantees or in modern dating even if a date is a sign of courtship. But nevertheless we as people go through the process of presenting ourselves in our best light, the good with no reference to the bad (a deceitfulness).

I hope I answered the thoughts (cause dial tones have been silent) that would lead to me getting a black eye when and If I see U… I write freestyle and brainstorm meaning I usually don’t go over my poems except for spelling.. So sometimes what I am trying to express may not come out perfect. But when it does not I will take all the hits for it and explain. So all this in simple…
I do like U and hope U will forgive me. And if we do hang out again and U don’t order everything on the right side of the menu I can foresee wellll… lets get to the speaking again part first…

TMI
To my frequent readers ( all 5 of you)no one’s been asking for poetry in a lil while so the last few posts are personal to me… I am explaining them to save me from myself and you can help too by giving me more writing assignments than I can handle… (HAVE A HEART) If you would like a personalized poem please visit www.TouchingTheSoul.com Poem for me.
I will be redoing the website for 2005 so expect to see changes in the near future…

Christo Diata
From Christ To Lion

My Nemesis

TO: HER

Down and Out
or forgotten
one day or one life
I remember the words of my wife
U can’t make someone like you
so why do they seem to ring again and again
am I being true to myself
cherubs bring blessings
while I sleep
dreams bring blessings
while I wake
kisses evoke memories
smiles give birth to hope
sweet words show a need for sweetness
opposites sometimes attract
I see magnets joined every day
while their energies are reverse
magnets visually appear the same
similarities
that join on common ground
are people the same?
enough opposite to attract
but with similarities in mental state
causing them to comfortably remain
joined
I search for my nemesis
If only life could be so simple
to find the she for my he
Positivity my guide
I know I will one day
never giving up on friends...

Timiin Is Everything

To: She knows just writting feelins practicing being me (brain stormin)

Packed up my hearts
Sent them away with family
This weekend
Got this big old house
To myself
Knowing who I want to see
Two weeks too long
For the attention I need to show her
So rare to have this
Little part of the world to myself
Brought the candles
Brought the Zinfandel
Put it on Ice
Picked out the foods
Her heart told me she desired
Plus some to try
I like to cook
And Timing be everything
Whether for the touch
The mood or the ring
ing of the sounds of telephones in my mind
Fading to nothingness
Every thing is OK I hope
My heart fades with that sound
Training me away
From looking forward to
I start the fireplace
A lil chilly inside
As the coo coo clock chimes
In distant thoughts
What was I thinking?
I see the time
But the time is never there for me
Sigh
Breaks
Silence
I like the smell
Of the dinner I cook for two
Been gifted like that
It floats away like a dream state
Like that type of rap
Missin
But somehow knowing
it’s my fault
Tryin to be me
And move slowly
dang should've went to
Richmond
well I call and share this time
with a true friend
but not my mate
just because
we have never crossed that line
but she is special to me...