Empty gardens

 Why, do we continue watering flowers we do not intend to grow?

My belief is that secretly, we hope they will

Problem is, most of us will never admit it.

Not because we don't realize, not because we don't want to, not even because we are afraid of the outcomes. 

Instead, what we do fear is the possibility of having to admit to ourselves we're standing in a garden and all of its flowers have withered.

or maybe even worse;one that is empty

A garden can be filled with flowers all the same

and one be overwhelmed by common color.

Roses can stand beautiful and tall as models on a high fashion runway and suddenly you realize all you never knew you wanted is the one small, white tulip in the corner.

 We fear conceiving or entertaining the thought one might desire nothing more than to witness the blooming of a flower never intended to be grown.

So, the question remains....

Why do we continue watering flowers we do not intend to grow???

 

 #SecretGardens

Tai_Truth

Get Right!

Get like YOU...

NOT like ME!

Tai_Truth

Blurry Wine Nights

Blurry Nights of Wine; sipping thoughts of yesterday refilling empty glass with wishes of tomorrow. My tongue greeted by bitter-sweet memories, awakening my palate with the taste of past adversities. Warmth that seizes time...there's only me and all my reverie; I savor brief felicity on my blurry nights of wine.

 
Tai_Truth 

BCD

Have you ever been kissed?

Forget butterflies

I'm talking spiritual connection

that sends chills down your spine.

Goosebumps
Contraction of muscles and...
Physical phenomenon
that shoots straight to your heart
electric charge
influenced when two beings conjoin one of a human's most erogenous portals
transferring magnetic waves of inner passions
I ask,
Have you ever been kissed?
The kind of force that, holds your soul captive
Apprehensive hearts unite willingly
coerced by their own unity
shoulders weaken
arms grow heavy
Gravity weighs in and pulls you closer to...
catastrophe
but,
oh how sweet is this captivity
Impositions are welcome and infectious
A surface touch
exchanged tactility
a sense of sensibility
bound and disrobed
bare naked sexuality.
Have you ever been kissed?



MUAH!
 

Tai_Truth 

A DOPE CHICK!

Tai_Truth

Hard work, sweat and tears
come walk beside me
 i'll share experience you could never conceive
here... hold my hands
 they remain soft even though I've hung onto ropes so rough you wouldnt believe
This girl's strut her stuff in 4inch heels 
carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders
feeling each groove of my concrete struggle beneath
and though the soles of my feet have felt the burn of a path built on generations of inherited pain
 I walk firmly with confidence
switching my hips without strain
The light in my eyes and vibrance in my smile, suggest I've known love & happiness all the days of my life
but if you looked deeper
the hieroglyphic scars on my heart would narrate quite different
 the story of a goddess and her never ending strife.
 

NEVER ANYTHING LESS THAN WHO I AM!

Truths virginity!

 

 

I'm not interested in blank words without substance
everyone is all too familiar
everything simply the same
Disgusted by common personalities proclaiming individuality
hot talkers and Hollywood walkers
stroll the blvd advertising dreams only they can afford to buy
Every man's a "superman" and truth is kryptonite
They drop "Gee" money on Gucci, Louis, Prada
dress the role of real
and yet still...

authenticity escapes them
no matter the price on the tag...
black market hearts can never be concealed.

Unimpressed with stiff performances
dance does not exist without movement...
try something conducive.
Eluding actions are confusing
Or am I just that elusive?

Overwhelmed with redundance
surrounded by an unknown species all alike
where the only thing thats inconsistent is
the lack thereof distinction
Im the nonstandard atypical,
in search of off base deviance.

An encounter that is different
not yet classified and undistinguished
is this too much to ask?
A moment where affirmations coincide with proclamations
Something different
something rare
like a black pearl
untrained singularity
give me something different
something like...
truth's virginity.

Tai_Truth

"You say you love rain but, you use an umbrella to walk under it.

you say you love sun but, you seek shade when it's shining.

you say you love wind but, when it comes you close your window.

So, that's why i'm scared, when you say you love me". -Bob Marley_

 

What We Do For Love...

It's crazy what we do,
what we do for love...
Risk it all at once
for many moons followed by many mornings...
bringing unforseeable forecast
It doesn't matter though; the weather that is
inside...
inside your shining; inside there's heat.
Heat that screams....
I Love him!
I Love her!
I Love you!
The things we do...
we do, for love.
we humble ourselves to the point of humiliation
unconcerned with situations;complications
as a volcano spits lava from its core, so to do buried feelings
rise...
with revelation
and without explanation
your caught up...
in love.
Thoughts of those who will be hurt along the way race through your mind
fading quickly
holding on as always is that image
which forever faithfully stays; unlimited time
grasp that picture and suddenly
you don't care
you're aware of the consequences
every action has reaction
and you couldn't give a rats ass because
she's your lifelong search for satisfaction
and she's bad...
and your proud of her
and you wanna carry her over the threshhold...
she's always been daddy's baby; baby.
We are stupid, we are foolish
naive and inconsiderate.
we break hearts to mend our own
and tie ropes to hang on making promises to never let go
We live in our minds making our hopes reality and reality the dream we are soon to awaken from
on a morning promised.
Oh what we do,
what we do for love.

Tai_Truth BCD