Few have been able to resist me – once my flowery, opium-fragrant mist is inhaled;

November 28, 2009 at 3:08 am · Filed under Observations and tagged: Awareness, beauty, cordieb, gods, Love, lust, men, mental, mindfullness, mirror, people, physical, poem, Poetry, puppy love, relationships, sex, sexual, spiritual, spiritual riddle, women

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I was born long ago on a distant hillside by a beautiful shade tree

Or perhaps by a river under the sunset or on a sandy beach with a deep blue sea

I was created in bliss to demolish man’s selfish ways and give an alternate view of their false reality.

I was born in the eyes of a man and a woman; perchance Venus and Mars, or perhaps Adam and Eve.

Their first glances into each other’s translucent eyes released my spirit; set me free!

I gave them the spirit to bring forth life to new generations through each other;

I disguised the pain of intercourse into intense pleasure; oh! how they clung to each other!

I extended great cacoethes and courage like none they had ever known.

They actually wanted to help each other though all obstacles and life’s unknown!

I masked their selfishness so they would work together to overcome universal elements;

I was borne to enable them to combine there strengths; forget self-discriminates;

But I had been contained so long, that I lost control, as soon as their glances set me free.

I easily took over these poor humans’ hearts and minds and completely distorted their reality;

I wanted to test them and myself to see just how far I could take them; how strong I could be.

I found that I was limited by my father, time, and my mother, space, they soon tamed and admonished me!

Even today, my badness feels so good, it releases euphoric dopamine;

My power so intoxicating – I can be your worst enemy or your best friend;

My tales are so captivating, I can make a wrong man do right and a right woman do wrong.

So addictive is my essence, I can make one come home early or stay out all night long. (whew!)

Few have been able to resist me – once my flowery, opium-fragrant mist is inhaled;

I’m so irresistible – there are very few obstacles for which I can’t prevail;

I’ve provided inertia to win wars, climb mountains; cross many lands and seas;

I have the venomous poison of a serpent and the sweet sting of a thousand honeybees!

(oh my!)

I’m the secret to the fountain of youth; yet my fountain can be limited;

By the humdrum of ennui , my aforementioned parents and familiarity unlimited;

I build a tolerance of such – it takes more of me to keep my victims high;

Until I’m simply not enough to keep my subjects flying wildly into unlimited skies;

So they shed their wings and suddenly they fall from sister grace that kept them suspended;

In the clouds of unlimited possiblities. Sadly, their glorious illusionary trip has ended.

But if you’re smart or lucky, you’ll invite my oldest sister, love, into your heart;

She’s intelligent and compassionate, reality and illusion she easily distinguishes apart.

She embodies strength that’s enduring, though more supbtle than my dying passion;

She’s not a trend; she’s got class and opulence- her style is never out of fashion.

But if ever you need me to cultivate your desires, rejuvinate your passion, and negate your trust -

Close your eyes, take me in; devour me; but remember! in a few seasons I will turn into star dust;

Hopefully my loving and gracious sisters will save you from the emptiness I’ll leave upon your yearning bust;

I am the young, beautiful, and captivating, yet short lived sister of grace and love; I am (click below for answer)

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From Lush to Love

July 11, 2009 at 3:20 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: aspirations, Awareness, cordieb, heart ache, hope, hopeless, hopelessness, joy, life, Love, lush, peace, peers, people, positive thinking, self, Simply Snickers, soul, spirit, Spirituality

This poem was written in response to Simply Snickers Prompt. This week’s words were look, line, and lush. This week, we celebrate the birthday of French Impressionist and Pointillist painter Camille Pissarro, who was born on July 10, 1830.  Thanks Linda for the inspiration on this one.   I was also inspired by a recent post written by Tobeme, End of the Rope.  Thanks, Tobeme!

From Lush to Love

In the very back of the garden, behind the evergreen bush

resides a homeless gent who years ago was labeled a lush

life had dealt him a bad hand; he’d reached the end of his rope

so he drowned his misery and pain and gave up all hope

and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at his table

the poor gent became just what his peers had labeled

In the middle of the garden under the bright sunshine

stood a single mother hanging cloths on the line

She knew the pain of being judged and ostracized

Yet with the faith of her being, above all obstacles she’d rised

she found a loving connection with the man at her garden’s inn

so she made it a point that he’d have at least one friend

so each day after retrieving her cloths off the line

she’d invite him into her home for a hot meal and wine

he’d tell her the stories that lead to his fall from grace

to each sad story she’d give a positive spin in its place

she reminded him he had a beautiful soul and loving heart

as time moved on he embraced each day with a fresh new start

he developed a positive out look on life and love

Discovering his his true self, he became aligned thereof

and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine  at the table…

the peaceful gent became just what the kind mother had labeled

~CordieB.

Another Quote for the Day:  Don’t let ‘em steal your joy ~Sinbad

Quote for the Day:  We are what we believe we are. ~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love. . . .

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Silent Secrets

May 21, 2009 at 12:16 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, couples, family, forgiveness, Love, marriage, people, Poetry, relationships, secrets, silent secrets, Spirituality

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Silent secrets of the heart
Break your spirit into parts
parts of love and parts of pain
searching for one’s self again . . .

Silent secrets speak no peace
Only vague uncertainties
Leaving traces in disguise
Of dormant truths that will arise

Silent secrets tell no lies
And it comes as no surprise
When the silence breaks the core
Heart and spirit fight no more

Silent secrets have no bearing
on what we call love or caring
for they only weigh the spirit
Weighted hearts hold no merit

Silent secrets can’t tell lies
They are revealed in the eyes
Of the soul who bears evidence
Of the secret’s consequence.

Silent secrets speak so loud
Though they leave a question cloud
As to whether they are really heard
Heart and Soul speak a foreign word

Silent secrets do tell lies
to the self in haunting cries
to release their awful woe
let them loose! freely flow!

Silent secrets released alas!
from the hidden looking glass;
spirit free; heart released a ton
heart and spirit now dance as one!

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Pride and Joy

May 15, 2009 at 4:32 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, couples, Flash Friday 55, freedom, G-man, Love, marriage, nature, people, Poetry, pride, relationships, rose, spiritual, spiritual riddle, Spirituality

This is my submission to  g-man and his weekly fab  friday flash 55

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He was sinfully proud of her beauty

Her complexion and velvety touch brought him immense joy

On occasions he’d simply watch her with passion;

Delicately caressing her softness…

To keep her closer, he removed her from her essense.

Inevitiably, she withered away.

Thus, he lost not only his pride; but also his joy;

the Rose.

Written by CordieB.

Quote for the Day:  If you allow  pride to cause you to cut your rose from its root, you’re bound to lose not only your pride, but more sadly your joy.  ~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love. . . .

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Communication

May 8, 2009 at 6:29 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: anger, cordieb, feelings, honor, lies, Love, people, relationships, truths, words

The following is submitted for Mr. Knowit All’s Friday Flash 55.   , whom I discovered via Just Paisley    A Flash 55 is a poem or story written in 55 words.  Here’s mine….

Words

Unspoken truths are

Sometimes far more destructive

Than ill spoken words spewed

In anger or frustration…

Whilst the latter can hurt, and never

Be retrieved…

The unspoken truths

often lead to

harsher Ill spoken words…

or even worst…

The unspoken truths

produce a subdued cancer that

sickens the soul;

slowly deteriorating

and rotting the heart

~CordieB.

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Quote for the Day.

 Peace, Light and Love. . . CordieB.

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What Is, Is. ~Written by CordieB

April 1, 2009 at 3:21 pm · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, Depression, happiness, Individuality, life, Love, nature, people, present moment, self, Spirituality

What Is, Is.

The nature of my blog tags often draws individuals who are spiritual, deep, and quite inspiring; but on that same token, it also draws many individuals who are searching, depressed, and looking for light in the depths of their perceived darkness.  I’m emphathetic to all of these emotions, as I too have experienced most of the feelings I often see on many of my fellow blogger’s pages and comments. 

Often, I see personality traits that lean toward the inspiring, enlightened, and enthusiastic about all of life. The sky could be very well be falling, yet these individuals will see the positive in such.

But there are often times where I see personalities that lean towards the darkness, the depression, the truely pessimistic approach towards most of life’s issues.  I often want to simply hold these individuals up and let them know that all will truely be ok.  I sometimes do not understand why it is that they do not see that this too shall pass.  .  .

But, in the interim, I am reminded, that we are all individuals with different experiences, and our experiences form many of our perceptions. 

And so, for today . . . I will simply deal with the present moment.  Because, what is is.  How I deal with the What Is is a reflection of how I feel about my self at this very moment.  There are times when I choose to look for the possibilities…it is where dreams are manifested…but it is also where nightmares are manifested…depending on my frame of mind at the time.

I often wonder what it is about us that determines what we lean more toward.  There are truely those who relish the darker side of life.  The darkness, depression, and sadness, gives them a certain melancholy of life noir that makes life more interesting for them.  Then, there are those who truely relish the light.  These are the optimist…those who see the rainbow after the storm, the light at the end of the tunnel–all the time.

But in reality, life is filled with ups and downs. We will have our good moments and our not so good moments.  But as human beings, I feel we must strive to endure with a sense of love for life…no matter the circumstances.   Our love for life must reflect love for all life. . . so that life will continue for all.  You see, what is, is.  But if we look around us and take in more of the other is’s other than what is in our own mind, we might begin to see What Is  in a different light.

Look at nature today, nature Is.  Feel the warmth of the sun today, the sun Is.  Gaze at the stars tonight, the stars Are. Watch the moon tonight, the moon Is.  Examine individuals walking, talking, whispering. . . come out side of self for a moment today to truely experience What Is. Experience the allness of allness.  Experience life as if you were God overseeing all creation. . . listen to the small sounds of the small animals. Look at the blade of grass sway in the wind. Take a closer look at what really Is. . . it may give you a perspective about life you never really gave thought to before.  You may come to the realization that life Is. . . . forever changing!

“The only thing constant in life is change"  ~François de la Rochefoucauld

“…A mind not to be changed by place or time.  The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.”  ~John Milton

 ~Peace, Light and Love. . . . CordieB.

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Ego Tripping

March 26, 2009 at 12:44 pm · Filed under Art, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spirituality and tagged: African American, Art, blame, compassion, cordieb, ego, Ego Tripping, judgement, Love, people, poems, Poetry, relationships, spiritual

Thru the Fire ~CordieB.

Misaligned with my spirit

Disconnected from my core

And my ego was screaming. . .

Give me, More, More, More!!!

Empty feelings of needing

Disenchanted with my life

Whilst my Ego continued…

causing Strife, Strife, Strife!!!

Persevering the battle

Looking inward for relief

Yet my Ego remained…

causing Grief, Grief, Grief!!!

Tried to detach from all

Tried to let it all go

Still my ego was strong

She refused to let go!!!

Then along came compassion…

to my rescue she came…

with humility’s lesson

she revealed my true name

Thru the Fire, I emerged…

Free of  judgement or blame…

Realigned with my spirit!

Reconnected with my core!

Love’s unveiling my true identity

As I explore; as I implore…

Love, she sustains… "Overjoy, Overjoy…"

 ~Written by CordieB

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Thought for the Day

February 8, 2009 at 3:16 am · Filed under Observations and tagged: cordieb, human, Love, moon, oneness, peace, people, spirit, Spirituality, stars, sun

Moon in the Horizon ~CordieB

Do you realize that no matter who you are, what you do, or where you are today on Earth, if you look up to the sun or the moon, you will be looking up to the exact same sun or moon that I look up to each day and night?  In fact, we may very well be looking at it at the exact same time!  Amazing, isn’t it! 

~CordieB

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I will know peace. . . when I reclaim all the pieces of my self ~Iyanla Vanzant

December 4, 2008 at 1:36 pm · Filed under Christianity, Humanity, Love, Mental Stress, Poetry, Spiritual Riddles, Spirituality and tagged: African American, Art, cordieb, Depression, discovery, emotions, independence, light, Love, peace, people, reclaiming, Reflections, self, spirit, Spirituality, therapy, value, Wisdom

Print, Entitled "Peace, Love and Soul" Courtesy of CordieB.

If you can’t seem to get it together, it may be that you have given too much of yourself away.  It may be that you have compromised, over-compensated, given in and given over so much of yourself that you no longer know where all of the pieces have been scattered.  Perhaps the things you thought you needed to do to get love, to experience yourself as loveable, to be acknowledged, left you splintered, shattered and broken into so many pieces you feel like you will never be able to pull yourself together.  Don’t worry!  You have simply experienced an invasion of the body snatchers!

A body-snatchers invasion will distort the truth about you.  It will make you forget your true identity.  it will make you feel guilty about your desire to take care of yourself and honor yourself.  It will point out the wrongness of your choices, the dangers of your decisions, the impossibility of your visions and the fallacy of your beliefs.  A little nip here.  A little peck here…

There is a way to pull yourself back together when you have been accosted by body snatchers.  You must examine all the times you gave others the right to make your decisons, when you expected others to do for you what only you had the power to do, when you gave others the right to decide your destiny and when you dishonored yourself in order to pelase others.  When you remember what you have done, forgive yourself!  Most important, you must say, "Never again."

Until today, you may not have realized that you had been invaded by body snatchers who have dismembered pieces and parts of your identity.  Just for today, protect yourself!  Be aware of the things you do that deminish and distort the sense of wholeness, worthiness, and your ability to make your own choices and decisions. 

~Iyanla Vanzant

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Love that Sparks Creativity

November 17, 2008 at 6:53 pm · Filed under Christianity, Humanity, Love, Mental Stress, Observations, Original Stuff, Poetry, Spirituality and tagged: Art, cordieb, friendship, god, Love, people, poem, relationships, self, Spirituality

My Cup Runneth Over ~CordieB

I lost a lot but learnt a lesson
I lost so much; but gained a blessing
I never knew the meaning of
living life with unconditional love

until i lost all that I knew
my dignity; yeah, I lost that too
but it was worth the lost I know
for finally, my soul did grow

I thought I was the shit for sure
My love was big; my heart was pure
but my judgments of my fellow man
left much for me to understand

Until I was put in their shoes
I went through life with undue dues
but in the time I spent so broken
I gave, I took; no voice unspoken

I turned the rock; I saw the worms
I sung, I laughed; I moaned, I squirmed
but God so bluntly let me know
I was far from ripe, I still needed to grow

I remembered lessons long forgotten
My soul matured and almost rottened
my spirit weary; close to hell
I sprint, I ran, I tumbled; fell

I looked contentment in her eyes
but spit at her in my demise
I walked away in search for more
A walk that left me kneeling on the floor

My mother told me oh so stern
that tables have a way to turn
she said, what goes up must come down
I laughed, I cried; I smiled; I frowned;

I gave so much I thought that I
could buy all blessings from the sky
but in my gifts there was arrogance
that left my soul without a dance

it wasn’t pure; it wasn’t real
How could God know; how could God Feel
Selfish ignorance, hidden in my demeanor
all that I gave was really for Cordie’s reason

But God so loved me even though
I guess, he was determined my soul would grow
She took me back to whence I came
He made me strong; he made me lame

He made me find what was within
inherently me from the beginning
I found real love deep in my heart
and with that grace; I made a start

I learned a few lessons I’d like to share
because I love; because I care
but first I’d like to make it clear
for your every smile; there is another’s tear

I wish I could let all men know
that problems come; and problems go
that much of what we cry at night
are what we conjure in the light

but sometimes it is just something
a happenstance; shit does happen
yet if we love life with out demands
we miraculously seem to understand . . .

we can better walk though the fire
We can sustain; not become so tired
we will look in our eyes and realize . . .
for our every want; there’s another’s desire

we will understand life for what it is
a constant balance of strong and passive
learn to live and let live
love just to love; give just to give

I’ve learned a lot; but still I yearn
there is so much I’ve yet to learn
I stand, I fall; I loose my mind . . .
I loose my sight; but I’m not totally blind

Nurture that love to continue life . . .
regardless if it’s peaceful or in strife
if we get it wrong; we’ must start again . . .
and begin the cycle like in the begining. . . again . . .

ashes to ashes; dust to dust . . .
in between there’s agony; joy; envy; lust;
happiness; sadness; madness; so many emotions. . yet we must . .
strive to seek pure love that lies so deep within
that sparked creation of all life in the beginning . .

~Written by CordieB.

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