To The Man I Hope to Meet

I want to be the woman of your life.

I want to be the home you think of when you 

Close your eyelids tight and...

Click your heels three times - Of course you're too much of a man for that but,

I want to be the reason you're frustrated

The reason you're elated.

I want to be yours

And yours

And forever yours.

I want to be your chef

That feeds every appetite

I want to be your pride

Your joy,

I want to be the beauty in your, the beholder's, eyes

I want to be your passion.

Your rhyme.

I want to be your heartbeat

Your feet

To know the world you've walked and seen,

I want to be your desire

Your fire

Your dream

I want you to have and to hold me

For better or for worse with me

Grow old with me -

Please.

I want to make earthquaking love

And plunder into deep slumber

And cook naked breakast in the morning that tastes like our love

I want to be the soil in which you plant your seed

So that your legacy might grow like trees 

In me

Maybe.

I hope to meet you soon

Can You Hear Me Now

One day, I felt like God fell out of love with me,
Like my prayers came back void
Because my body was soiled and tampered with.

One day I really thought that God stopped loving me.
Like I was praying for no reason
Because my temple wasn't only His.

That day I cursed Him
And cursed myself
And cursed life
And cursed every girl who was 18 and hadn't been pregnant twice.

That day I almost gave up.

One day, I just knew that God quit loving me.

Working

I've been trying to find a foundation

'Cause lately I've been sinking in this quicksand world

Trying to find salvation in this blunt, in this bottle, in this bed

I've been trying to find motivation

Maybe this is too much 

Jesus, I need your saving..

Man I don't know..

I've been trying to write down my frustrations

But these fucking words won't commit to paper

Trying to find salvation but, my mother won't answer the phone

Look the Same-Kinda, Wet

So, are you a deep river or a stagnant stream? I'm an ocean. Real Deep. What about you? Mmmm.. I'm more like a lake. I've got edges, but I also have ripples and possibilities..

There's A Paradigm Of The Artist Who Is Heart Broken By Hollywood. We're All Telling That Story.

The Return Of R&B: Timothy Bloom

...

"In hip hop, we’re all trying to get to this next level without the next level finding us. Life is like peaks and valleys. Some people explain that as good times, bad times. But I actually think its learning, mastership, learning, mastership or study, mastership, study, mastership. I went form the top of one mountain, I’ve mastered something and people appreciated it. Once you’ve been on top on that mountain, you have to move this way but in hip hop people are like, I’m not moving….I’m the master, I’m great, I’m dope, I’m here, I’ve arrived, I’m not going anywhere! That’s when you stay stuck on one hill, one mountain. God’s intention is that we study and master a bunch of things. So here I am descending this hill and everybody is like “Where are you going, we’re suppose to be on top of the hill?” But it’s an exciting time, definitely an exciting time for me because I’m at the foot of another hill. This hill is totally different, navigated differently but I get to learn. Once you learn and you go through that, you’re on the top of another one."

- Lauryn Hill

Twenny 'Leven

So I've always used this blog as a medium to share my art form with the rest of the world (well the few people who read it anyways) but today I'm feeling just a tad avant-garde. I mean it's a NEW YEAR for Pete's sake, (SN: who's Pete anyway?)

- Any who -
I'm just super excited for all the things that I'm certain the Universe has in store for me.

Today I was asked to write down my New Year's resolution.. a few days late I know.. but I was at a complete loss for words. I mean, how cliche' are resolutions anyway? You promise yourself to shed a few pounds or to quit cursing and it almost never happens that way. So why even bother?

So I'm thinking about it all the while the creepy librarian is staring down my back waiting to for me to commit the best lie I could conjure in such grueling circumstances to paper, and I write .."To be a better person." Of course she bobbles her head in approval, but I'm thinking "Damn Sade' that's all you could come up with?" Like if someone gets hold of a copy of "New Year's Resolutions For Dummies" pleeeaaaaaaassssse let me borrow it.

Maybe it's just that I absolutely loathe being put on the spot, but I at least thought I was a little more quick-witted than that.This post doesn't really have much of a theme or topic so don't get your hopes up too high.. Just was in a ramblin' kinda mood:)
Have A Blessed And Fruitful New Year!

Peace and chicken grease,
- Sade' Miller

Because This Is Over Due And I Don't Know What Else To Say

When love making became more than an act.. You are poetic like oceans & skies & fire. More brown than me; like smoldering wood. My lips feel heavy. And the air, pregnant with our sex takes more effort to breath. It. Fills. Me. 'Til there is no more room left inside of me, for even me. And I am dizzy and not so clairvoyant in love. Maybe that dimple in your right cheek did make the conscience scrambled and the coochie easy but, I think I would have loved you regardless. And whether you entered me and My Temple on day three or thirty, it doesn't really matter because I had you on both occasions and loved you in between. And sometimes I wish that I could be inside of you. Why can't I be inside of you? I want to start a revolution. What is physical becomes metaphorical and then literal. Like you saw. You invaded. You conquered. Me. And I, like A beggar can only have whatever it is that you choose to spare. Is it wrong that I like It? Because I do. 


- Sade' Miller