Day after day my heart seems to weaken,

The pre-exsisting cracks spread wider & deepen.

‘Til the day that we met I had no direction,

You appeared in my life with great strength & affection.

You once helped me wish, gave me dreams, made me think.

Built my hopes up so they now only sink.

I can’t help but wonder how would life be without,

I think It’d be worse, though I can’t help to doubt.

I still cannot fathom how it started so great,

You promised to help me but I now only wait.

If time heals all wounds and it is of the essence.

Why does it pain me and just hate my presence?

Just keep on your roll while I’m worse by the hour.

If you love me so much then why make shit sour?

I guess I’ll keep waiting, what else can I do?

And maybe ’someday’ I’ll be next in the queue!

Day after day my heart feels so weak.

For an unshattered heart is all that I seek!

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Written For Thomas (Samson)

Since I have found My Gemini Man,

He has helped Me to be, All that I can.

He’s compassionate touch, though to some it’s not much,

Quickly reminds Me, We fit phy-si-cal-ly.

This devoted feeling, is all I do need,

Which He’s shown me so deep, from the very First seed.

He’s swift, strong & loyal, but  sensitive too!

His intelligence forces Me, to think, then to do!

All faith believed in, with that I hold dear.

We support ourselves through, and when I need he hears!

I enjoy him my soulmate, with him, life does flow

When I see him, he’s smiling, his face, all a glow

Always happy to see me, he’s my closest friend.

It’s relief, to be near him… ‘Til the bitter end!

Pisces with Gemini

These two mutable signs each share relaxed, flexible, dispositions and a love of people, but they have very different styles that they may not get on as smoothly as one would expect. Pisces(that’s me), a water sign, speaks the language of emotions while Gemini (Samson), an air sign, speaks the language of ideas. It’s easy for misunderstandings to occur, since Gemini doesn’t always mean what it says and Pisces can’t always say what it means. (So very true)

Also, Gemini’s cool detachment is in direct contrast to Pisces’ emotional intensity. But this pair can share their thoughts and feelings honestly, the Gemini objectivity and the Pisces insight could be good for both individuals — and for the relationship

So with a little care, these two, with their shared love of adventure and delight in new experiences, could have a great deal of fun both in and out of the bedroom!

]]> http://mylife.tooreal.org/2009/11/18/my-gemini-man/feed/ 2 http://mylife.tooreal.org/2009/08/03/values/ http://mylife.tooreal.org/2009/08/03/values/#comments Mon, 03 Aug 2009 12:02:45 +0000 Tiffi http://mylife.tooreal.org/?p=1257 dedicated to my family

Ain’t it difficult when

Money’s not at your call?

When your pockets have lint,

So you can’t eat at all.

How will we survive,

With no food and no drink?

The Gas is shut off,

So no hot water sink.

As a child, I was taught,

Rain showers do fall.

“Just dust yourself off, my dear,

Get up, stand tall!

“Try, try again,” I heard.

T’was something I’d dred.

This chant that was often

Drilled in my young head.

My thought… It’s a value,

We’re supposed to hold dear.

Though, if not thought out right,

It may not stand clear.

“It’s quite Wise to save,

Information you learn.

It could one day impact,

The money you earn.”

I’m real glad I kept

Those learned values of mine.

It relieves me to know,

That I’ll always be fine!

Dedicated to My God Parents

Family… often in misery

Endures so much pain.

While compiled of mystery

That family way

Insane Mind?  For a Reason!

An unobvious shame

Don’t forget what I heard,

In that family way.

Psychiatry warned me.  Hmmpf!

My family… ignored me.

Silent I shall stay…

My old, family way?

Sailed the coast all my life

Soon, begins, my flight.

Then Reality… STRIKES!

               …Umm, hmm.  That’s Right!

In, that family way.

Not with hand, nor with fist

It was Words on Their list.

Impacting me harshly, I say.

All in, that family way.

Only asked for a hand

Those, I thought would agree

Then shockingly branded a

Li – a – bil – i – ty !  hee hee

In their, own family way.

Cause it’s, My Reason & My Life

Things all in big disarray.

Screw This!  Went Astray…

That, NON-family way!

To my Godparents:

Thank You for contributing to one of

My life’s major “Blockades.”

I believe, this was one of my most

Creative, communicative, and ultimately

Appreciative ways to express my

Thoughts & say how I felt on that day…

One day you will see what I REALLY

Had to go through during that time…

“A TRADUCE MAN’S INFUSION, MAY PRODUCE ONE’S CONFUSION.”

A TRUE FRIEND

“A TRUE FRIEND INVESTS ENOUGH TIME & EFFORT

TO STEP OUTSIDE THEMSELVES TO TRUELY FEEL A FRIEND IN NEED. 

THEREFORE, BECOMING TRUELY IN-TUNE WITH THEIR FRIENDS’ INNER-ISSUES, EMOTIONALLY. 

THUS, TO BEST INTERPERET THE ISSUE AT HAND WITH A MORE CLEAR MIND.”

PARTNERS

“PARTNERS MUST UTILIZE ALL OF THEIR OWN

GOD-GIVEN SENSES IN ORDER TO ULTIMATELY ACIEVE

THE EXPERIENCE OF EACH OTHER, IN THAT

SPIRITUALLY UPLIFTING, MOTIVATIONALLY TRUSTING,

COMPASSIONATELY DEEP-LOVING, SUPPORTIVELY EMPOWERING,

KIND OF WAY!”

SOULMATES

“SOULMATES KNOW THEY’VE FOUND EACH OTHER WHEN

NEITHER ON OF THEM IS POSITIVELY SURE WHO’S

STOMACH JUST FINISHED GROWLING.”

BIRDS SONG

“TO SPREAD THE WORD, JUST LIKE A BIRD.

SHOULD SWEETLY SING, QUITE EVERYTHING.”

 OPPOSITES DO ATTRACT

“AN ACTIVE LOVER NEEDS A PASSIVE LOVER TO EASE THEIR SPONTANEITY & 

A PASSIVE LOVER NEEDS AN ACTIVE LOVER TO KEEP THEM MOTIVATED.”

A GREAT QUATTRAIN

“A GREAT QUATTRAIN

MAKES SOME INSANE

TO FIND THE STAIN

WHICH IS NOT PLAIN”

RISK

“IF YOU DON’T TAKE THE RISK, YOU WON’T REAP THE REWARD.”

A PRODUCTIVE DAY

“MY RECENT FINDINGS CONCLUDE;

“I CONSIDERED A PRODUCTIVE DAY TO BE,

WHEN THE PILE OF PENCIL SHAVINGS OUTWEIGHS

THE PILE OF CIGARETTE BUTTS.”

TOO MANY MEN

“TOO MANY MEN, ARE LIKE HUNGRY WOLVES.

WHEN A BITCH IS IN HEAT THEY SOMEHOW ALWAYS

SENSE THAT VIBE, ADDICTIVELY.”

That the “Poor” had it Sunny.

Ignored, just ’bout, Daily,

Cause They Have No Money.

The “Rich” Stay wit’ Drivin’,

Their Bentley’s and Shit…

While Poor Tom, Can’t even

Get His Place Lit.

Society’s Fairness,

Ain’t Part of The Deal.

“If YOU just PAY THE BILL Sir,”

Then… Maybe, They’ll “Feel”

Extreme Fury & Rage!!!

Fester in My Bright Mind, 

If They JUST THINK

 about it… Then Surely They’d Find!

There’s Many Without Stuff…

That others do own.

Some people, STILL THINK…

It Is Due to SKIN TONE…

TRUTH BE TOLD: It’s Their “Status…

on Old Census Charts!”

Buying Gucci & Pradda.

…Meaning, Other ”Brand Art.”

When Will This be Over,

Ugly Split, Rich or Poor? 

Some Rich, Seek Monopoly.

Poor folks, only ”A Door.”

I Wish these Piercing Words

Will encourage “The Man.”

Put food on poor tables,

Some cash in “Their” Hand.

Not sure what they went through,

Or how hard they tried. 

But knowing Their Homeless,

I thought, then I cried.

More Unfortunate souls,

Could be helped.  “Can’t they see?”

If more rich folds would share,

With Poor So – ci – e – ty.

 In Everyone’s Life,

Some Rocks Tumble, then Fall.

But My Rock, Won’t Trap Me, 

Against the House Wall.

Very Calm & So Patient,

Which is Plain to See.

Her Strength to Encourage,

To Be, All I Can Be.

My Rock, is Original.

My Rock, has No Twin.

Stops, Thinks, & Reminds,

Of How Painful It’s Been!

I Was Thankful, Now Grateful.

 God’s Gift, Now a Friend.

She Often Will Guide Me

My Friend, Til The End.

Tribulation with Trials,

She Watched Me Go Through.

Confidently She Speaks,

 Humbly, Gives Her Ears Too.

Whoever Would Think,

My Rock is a Bright Girl…

Who’s Still Questioning Life,

But Must Share My Cruel World.

This Day, She Will See,

She Means So Much To Me.

Un-Conditional Love,

IN – DE – FI – NATE – LY

Copyright ©2009  Tiffany Sheets

My caged heart that from the start’s a nightmare all it’s own;

If one could see the pain in me, impossible, to leave the truth alone.

DEPRESSIVE ANXIETY

MUCH ANXIETY ROAMS MY HEAD.

OFTEN MAKES ME CURL IN BED.

FORCING TO SEE WHERE I’M LED, SO

DEPRESSED THOUGHTS CONTROL WHAT’S SAID.

PSYCHO BITCH

THERE ONCE WAS A CRAZED PSYCHO BITCH.

ONE WHOSE MOOD WAS UNSTABLE, “COULD SWITCH.”

OFTEN TIMES FEELING GRIM,

CAUSE HER FUTURE WAS DIM.

“SCRATCH THAT SHIT, OR END IN A DEEP DITCH.”

CONFUSION

I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE

I DON’T WANT TO BE

I DON’T WANT TO

I DON’T WANT

I DON’T

I

I DON’T

I DON’T WANT

I DON’T WANT TO

I DON’T WANT TO BE

I DON’T WANT TO BE THERE

LIFE SO BREEZY

IT SOME TIMES MAKES ME QUEAZZY.

TO KNOW SOME HAVE LIFE BREEZY.

THINGS SAID ARE MEANT REAL SLEEZY.

THAT MAKES ME JUST HAULT, FREEZY.

RUN AWAY

I ran away, afraid of what the outcome could possibly be.

Like a young child, not knowing how to make-up my own mind.

Frightened by what others may call my self-inflicted history,

Believing in the reality that at least family should find in me.

So many times in my life, I had to run so far away from the pain

Away from the noise that most would call a regular day.

So many times I wished I could stay and hide, afraid,

Feeling I have no other choice but to forget, again today.

Copyright ©2009  Tiffany Sheets-Charles