“THE ULTIMATE BLESSING”

Your gentle eyes fall upon me…We embrace. The spirit of motion controls us,I surrender.

Captivated in time our bodies tremble relying on each others fidelity to stay grounded. The air is think with anticipation, two hearts, two souls………….. ONE LOVE. I can feel your energy. Know my fears.

Then in the moment of trust and tenderness you surrender; trapped somewhere between the jaws of ecstasy and my dreams. Far beyond the boundaries of intimacy and shame, our passions ignites. Your moans energize my endurance which heighten the thrill…..I’m spinning!

Twisted in knots, like a whirl wind, we challenge the limits of our temple by weaving the strands of our souls together as one. In and out my spirit flows, it’s destiny is to erupt. Oh! This ain’t no one night stand. Your passion excites me, delights, me it EN-TI-CES me! Can you feel the heat?

My hormones are in over drive,  let me ride you. Allow me to touch the inner depths of your well. Maybe there I’ll find something new. Pushing my limits of energy to unprecedented heights, your passion swells and as you arch your back—–I strap in for the ride. Pent up frustration starts to flow deep inside. Finally, we cum to the end of our journey compelled to sleep. I wipe a tear from your cheek and smile. To say I love you is an expression, but to be loved by you is (“THE ULTIMATE BLESSING”)

A TRIBUTE TO ONE OF THE GREATEST! WE LOVE YOU MAYA ANGELOU “MAY SHE REST IN PEACE”

WE WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THIS MOMENT TO GIVE THANKS TO A WOMEN WHO WORDS DID MORE THAN TELL A STORY. MAYA ANGELOU INSPIRED PEOPLE WITH HER STORIES AND GAVE US HOPE IN THE SHADOWS OF DESPAIR. SHE WAS THE EMBODIMENT OF POETRY, THE ESSENCE OF A LADY.  COMMITTED, PASSIONATE AND DEDICATED ARE BUT A FEW ATTRIBUTES WHICH DESCRIBE A GREAT HUMAN BEING WHO I WILL CHERISH AND ALWAYS HOLD DEAR TO MY HEART.  I DID NOT KNOW YOU BUT WHAT I KNOW ABOUT YOU IS ENOUGH FOR ME.  SO I’D LIKE TO SHARE WITH EVERYONE OUT THERE ONE OF MY FAVORITE PIECES FROM HER ARCHIVES. “I RISE”, BY MAYA ANGELOU. (REST IN PEACE) YOU WILL BE TRULY MISSED.

 

 

 

APRIL 4, 1928

MAY 28, 2014

MORNING DEW

Feelings bore me

My heart knows it’s weak

Constancy never changes

I long to eat

Miracles, stages, war, delight

Favors, storms illuminate the night

The towering arc of

The limbs

Standing in the way

Of a peaceful sky

Scar on the horizon

Dressed by colors that fade

In it’s blossom scattered over hours

The landscape covered by bark and fallen shade

Upon my concepts

A ray of light

Foster images flowing in a stream

Passing by rainbows decorate the morning sky

Shadowed by morning dew.

Written by Maestro

April 3, 2014

 

A LITTLE KNOW FACT YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT AFRICAN AMERICAN HISTORY

First African American To Perform Open Heart Surgery

Daniel Hale Williams was born on January 18, 1856, as a boy Williams learned early on the struggles a black man faced here in America. After his father died Williams was sent to Baltimore, Maryland with family friends where he later became a shoe makers apprentice, but he knew that wasn’t his calling. After searching to find himself, he followed in his fathers footsteps and took up barbering. Finally after becoming an apprentice with Dr. Henry Palmer; a well respected surgeon in the field, who assisted him in his education. And ultimately helped Williams complete his training at Chicago’s Medical College.

During the 1800’s Williams was faced with discrimination  and racism.  He knew in order for him and people like him to pursue their dreams as a doctor in America something had to be done. So he opened the first inner racial hospital on the south side of Chicago and taught anatomy.  In 1893 Daniel Hale Williams was forced to assist a Black man by the name of James Cornish, who suffered from a stab wound to his chest. He completed the procedure without the benefit of a blood transfusion or modern surgical procedures Williams saturated the man’s wound and thus became the first African American to perform an open heart surgery.

February is dedicated  as Black History Month. The fact that February is the shortest month of the year is just another reason for us to continue in the fight and make every month Black History Month. Because my mind is the pendulum that stands between the passions of my dreams and facts and any time I’m awake this duality of consciousness seems to always bring me back.

Article written by Maestro

Dedicated  to Black History Month

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