There has to be strength within my lungs A beat upon my chest And breath within my mouth Exhaling all negativity Ridding the mass un -harmonic deities that come from the sins which one battles within I fight a good fight Slowly I muster the strength. Gather the muscles to bend and arch in my arm Close within fists and move With the sway of Cassius Clay Jab. Move. Stick and Move swiftly. Swiftly I run And gather my strength Within bodily rhythms and balanced bones I glide upon asphalt and rocks two toned running miles upon wet sand tender muscles and nerves adapt to the freedom in strength which I react Moving closer to wisdom Insight and Positivity Away from the well trodden path Give me strength, Lord Have mercy On me. -b.r.rivera This is for Aunt Shirley & Will. Keep on Keeping on.

Excuse the language. Life's a bitch without health and/or dental insurance. Ok . Now that I got out my frustration, I can thank all of my blessings that I actually had to pay for a tooth extraction, oral surgery with sutures and nitrous oxide with Novocaine . I hate to say, I hate the dentist. Well...he was my lover today. Him and I were on the same page, laughing and dancing in a beautiful meadow full of wonder and possibilities. Today, the dentist was my best friend. My confidante. The love of my life. On other days, I would say that I hate the dentist. But today? The dentist took away all my pain. So let me scratch out and take that back-I don't hate the dentist. I just am strongly....anxious about seeing him. Armed with a Vistaril (that's a bitch be calm pill for those that don't know) and paying an extra $50 for nitrous oxide (that's laughing gas for those that don't know) I have to admit that my dentist experience was waayyyyy better than what I would h

Come on, sweet sexy thang- Give me some of that Sweet seduction and candy kisses Chocolate nipples and lover's intuition. When you walk by I see jelly in that ass Thick buttery thighs and Pure honey dripping form that warm middle at me/ winks an eye makes a pass And I want some of that - can I say that I need to be the manliness next to your godliness The bass in your rhythm The swish in your hips the Stick in your lollipop Give me a taste- Lick that sweet licorice dripping from the corner of your mouth Erotic as the Delfonics Singing on a steamy summer night Undress me, Disrobe the clothes as I unwind for you are eye candy upon sight and Didn't I blow your mind (this time)? Because sexy thang Sweet love, you are my special treat And I dig you, I dig into you My grab bag Upon receipt. -b.r.rivera for Jermaine. See? I got skillz....lol :)

The only gift is a portion of thyself. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson To give. We all claim to do it, yet selfishly hold on to our last dollar at the bottom of our purse or wallet-hoping that it would grow. What is not being said with those actions is the faith required to understand that the karmic laws of pure humanness and the love of God himself will always allow us to recover. To not only live, but to thrive. Following this notion, I decided to give some of myself. The power starts with me, begins with me and does not have to end with me. I want to give. I want to give so purely and without thought, that giving will be a second thought, of human nature of my spirit. I never seen myself as a stingy person. Well...except with red velvet cake and a good fountain pen. Now those, I have to kinda get over. However, I found such a wonderful notion with giving. It can help myself, it can help others. With giving, I can share myself with others-hopefully offering inspiration, thought, physical

"A compromise is the art of dividing a cake in such a way that everyone believes he has the biggest piece" ~Ludwig Erhard~ The art of the compromise is exceedingly needed to not only make a relationship thrive, but make a relationship survive. Such advice is needed in the heat of an argument, where both sides do not see eye to eye and declare each other sworn enemies under the heat of angry words. Women as emotional creatures-and I say this to all my ladies of no disrespect-are often epitomized as such this, without seeing fallacies within the human nature of a woman and their effective argument. To give an inch is to take a mile from a woman. And men? Men as egotistical creatures-and I say this with no disrespect to the men-seek to know it all, understand it all and be it all. It is with disrespect that a man seek the advice of directions when assembling a crib for their newborn baby-"I am man, let me put build and know this even without reading" probably isn'

With you I am enclosed in the arms Of the power which is you. With you I am engulfed in spirituality and dance emotions freely upon naked feet, physically absent clothing and meet upon linens upon our shared bed With you I am free and laugh wholeheartedly Inner- spoken smiles that choose to spread upon my face When you touch them. With you You are mine and I am yours indefinitely. spiritually. without borders or barriers you are mine within dimensions crossing upon dense space and lit stars which hold galaxies of infinite and definite glory. You are Beautiful and beauty within you surpasses physical features and hints of sensuality Passion everlasting and sweetness within your subtleties . You are you and there are inexplicable words to define the pure humanness but next to godliness of the manliness which you make me succumb to. The breath of your voice upon my ear Gives me quivers beyond my spine that are undefined and you touch the newness in places which were not touched the new