That KISS

That Kiss

You kissed me…

And…

I let you kiss me…

That Kiss lingered on me all over me…

That kiss settled on me & traveled across my body as if to imitate your fingers searching for buried treasure while caressing me tenderly the way you tend to caress me…

That kiss haunted me throughout the night…long after you were gone

That kiss…

That kiss remained with me as if to say it was eager, yes eager, to tattoo my skin in crevices and places the world will never see..

That kiss…

You kissed me and I let you kiss me…

With a sweet, smooth and powerful exchange of who you are & who I am…

That Kiss…

Last night That KISS became my friend.

©Keala Jacobs 2012

William Is Not Afraid To Cry

William is not afraid to cry...

This is a repost from another blog I wrote way back on October 13, 2006.  Note that William was eight years old then.  He's 13 now.  I'm just importing stuff that never got imported when I moved to blogger.

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us most. We ask ourselves, ‘Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?’ Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It’s not just in some of us; it’s in all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

~Maryanne Williamson

We watched Coach Carter last weekend.  Of course I cried, but unbeknownst to me, William cried too.  
William is my 8 year old child prodigy. 


Do you know that boy took that movie into his room and watched it over and over and over?  Then he paused it on this particular speech, wrote it down word for word and proceeded to MEMORIZE it!   


He recited the speech to me tonight and I almost cried again.  Yes, my baby did that.    


Guess what else, that was out of his own inspiration and no outside influences.  Man I love that little boy! 

Today is Wednesday, January 2, 2008

and I really do not want to go to work today.

But, somebody gotta make the money to pay the bills and feed the boys, clothe the boys, provide some type of fun for the boys, etc.

You get the picture.

Time to go turn on Steve Harvey.

It's damn cold in here this morning. Brrrr...... I feel a breeze I need to investigate.

Have a beautiful day.

How I Feel

PunaniPoet posted this video tonight. This is how I feel about my man.

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Something To Hold On To

Something To Hold On To

You gave me something to hold on to
That something is YOU

Before I was grasping for nothing
Nothing but air

But you
You gave me something to hold on to

I used to clench the sheets and squeeze the pillows
But Oh Baby!

You gave me something to hold on to
And that something was you

Reaching for air never appeased my needs
But your arms holding me ended my poverty

You gave me something to hold on to
And that something was you

Clasping the sheets left me yearning for more
But you in my arms settled the score

I needed something to hold on to
But I didn’t know that something was you