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Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Gossip Girls
Gossip girls, Gossip girls,
Motor mouths that rule the world
Spreading rumors with a whisper, into ears drop bitter pearls.
Harvesting their bitter pearls from the sea of other’s sorrows
Cast their nets today, for the bait they’ll use tomorrow.
Feasting on the misery from lives of other folks
Masking viciousness, with a wink, and twisted jokes.
When I decided not to gossip with you anymore
Forget the box… I opened up Pandora’s door!
To the closet where my skeletons and secrets kept,
A heavy lid on the past where my pain slept.
So then you spread all my business out there to the world.
Yeah I was hurt, but I knew you were a gossip girl.
You exposed my stuff wide screen for them all to see…
Flashed me your fake smile… what… now you’re my frienemy?
I’m getting smirks from co-workers that we used to Dog!
They treat me funny, like some kind of backside log.
They’re passing looks over cubicles with eyebrows raised
I know the deal, I used to do it, Man those were the days.
Those were the days when I was too afraid to tell you “STOP!”
Before an ugly word from your mouth was ever dropped,
About another and the struggles they were going through.
It ain’t my business, I’m doing me, they’re doing them, you should be doing you.
Not nosing around in the scent of other peoples lives…
“Child did you hear about the latest, and it ain’t no lie…
“He’s freaking him. She’s freaking her. They’re freaking both their wives!”
Now that’s some rotten stuff, it’s funky, and it’s sorry too.
I should have known better than to play that game with you.
The dog that brings a bone will ultimately snatch and crack,
A piece of your bone, and stab you with it in the back.
How can you pass all those judgments on your fellow man?
He’s on his hustle, trying to make it, doing the best he can.
You cop a “tude” when you see them riding their new whip,
Check your shoulder, that’s not dandruff, just a nasty chip!
A chip that WILL get knocked off, if you keep that gossip going.
What benefit is it to you, people’s business knowing?
And in the telling do you Honestly believe you’re spared?
The one you gossiped with, left you and your business shared.
Shared your struggles with another one who plays the game
One who gossips recklessly, pretends to feel no shame.
But late at night when sweet quiet soothes and calms the world
She regrets the day, that she became a gossip girl.
XOXO!!!
By Robminx
Copyright © 2009
Long Story Short...
Long story short…
The first thing I noticed was the strength of his thighs
I looked up and was struck by the slant of his eyes
I was shy so my eyes took a dip to his hips
My mouth went dry when I noticed him licking his lips
I stood up and started shifting from side to side
In a blink he was next to me in one smooth stride
I covered my face cause my jaw went slack
As I noticed him checking me out from the back
The sun dimmed when he showed his sparkling grin
He was eyeing me hard and stroking his chin
He was so fine my mind just couldn’t believe
The admiration from this man I had just received
We boarded the bus at the end of our day
His eyes clearly locked on me, the entire way
The world seemed to shift as my heart did a drop
When I saw he was getting off at the next stop
I thought “Dang it always seems to happen like this.”
I changed my mind when he caught my eye and blew me a kiss
I thought this is the end of our moment so sweet
But I was wrong once again, for again we did meet
In a funny circumstance at school the next day
When he noticed me across campus from far away
He waved and yelled, “Wait!” as he ran to catch up
I tried to flee, but I didn’t move fast enough
He caught up when I was just about to open the door
To my class, he made a pass for my number, and scored
Not just my telephone number and curiosity that day
But my heart as well, for then I was in all the way
We started out as friends, it’s been twenty four years, And
Now he’s my six babies daddy and yes my husband.
How can pain douse the flame that once burned so strong?
How did what we thought was right go so incredibly wrong?
How does the brilliant shine of dreams fade into dismal grays then black?
How does friendship that was tight, lose it’s grip and fall slack?
Can we ever build a bridge across the gaping abyss?
Were the little hurts we stuffed away the clues that we missed?
Are the days of long ago when we called each other “Friend”
Overshadowed by our bitterness, now signaling the end?
It’s as hard as hard can be for me to say good-bye to you
But my sanity’s at stake, so it’s what I must do
To regain my peace, my happiness, and be my better self
To be what you said you wanted, I put me upon the shelf
I will never hate you, Ever, for the better part of “We”
Are the one’s we’ve made together, we were blessed you must agree
In their genes they carry promises that we could never taste
But the times we shared together were not at all a waste
For the things I thought would kill me, showed me that I have the strength
To walk and run the distance, to stretch and to reach the length
Of heights I couldn’t imagine, one’s only God could see
To be all that God Himself has created me to be.
“Smooches Dahling” on our parting, no it’s not a godfather’s kiss
And the things I’ve written here are in no way meant to “Diss”
You, or me or what we had, life is what it is, So then
Maybe…
One day with out pain or strings attached, we’ll call each other friend…again.
By Robminx
Copyright © 2009
The first thing I noticed was the strength of his thighs
I looked up and was struck by the slant of his eyes
I was shy so my eyes took a dip to his hips
My mouth went dry when I noticed him licking his lips
I stood up and started shifting from side to side
In a blink he was next to me in one smooth stride
I covered my face cause my jaw went slack
As I noticed him checking me out from the back
The sun dimmed when he showed his sparkling grin
He was eyeing me hard and stroking his chin
He was so fine my mind just couldn’t believe
The admiration from this man I had just received
We boarded the bus at the end of our day
His eyes clearly locked on me, the entire way
The world seemed to shift as my heart did a drop
When I saw he was getting off at the next stop
I thought “Dang it always seems to happen like this.”
I changed my mind when he caught my eye and blew me a kiss
I thought this is the end of our moment so sweet
But I was wrong once again, for again we did meet
In a funny circumstance at school the next day
When he noticed me across campus from far away
He waved and yelled, “Wait!” as he ran to catch up
I tried to flee, but I didn’t move fast enough
He caught up when I was just about to open the door
To my class, he made a pass for my number, and scored
Not just my telephone number and curiosity that day
But my heart as well, for then I was in all the way
We started out as friends, it’s been twenty four years, And
Now he’s my six babies daddy and yes my husband.
How can pain douse the flame that once burned so strong?
How did what we thought was right go so incredibly wrong?
How does the brilliant shine of dreams fade into dismal grays then black?
How does friendship that was tight, lose it’s grip and fall slack?
Can we ever build a bridge across the gaping abyss?
Were the little hurts we stuffed away the clues that we missed?
Are the days of long ago when we called each other “Friend”
Overshadowed by our bitterness, now signaling the end?
It’s as hard as hard can be for me to say good-bye to you
But my sanity’s at stake, so it’s what I must do
To regain my peace, my happiness, and be my better self
To be what you said you wanted, I put me upon the shelf
I will never hate you, Ever, for the better part of “We”
Are the one’s we’ve made together, we were blessed you must agree
In their genes they carry promises that we could never taste
But the times we shared together were not at all a waste
For the things I thought would kill me, showed me that I have the strength
To walk and run the distance, to stretch and to reach the length
Of heights I couldn’t imagine, one’s only God could see
To be all that God Himself has created me to be.
“Smooches Dahling” on our parting, no it’s not a godfather’s kiss
And the things I’ve written here are in no way meant to “Diss”
You, or me or what we had, life is what it is, So then
Maybe…
One day with out pain or strings attached, we’ll call each other friend…again.
By Robminx
Copyright © 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Pimp Daddy in the Pulpit Pt.5 Mi Casa
“Peace Virginia girl. Hope for the best. Believe for the best. Expect the best. Breathe in Peace and exhale angst.” Virginia said to herself then dropped the folders on her desk and answered Vern’s call. “Hello” she said calmly, leaning away from the receiver as she was confronted with a thunderous tirade of… “What the hell took you so damn long to answer the damn phone Virginia?” What… you over there giving the boss man some head under the desk or something? Why don’t you tell that know it all fool, to let you up off of your knees for a minute so you can talk to your HUSBAND? I mean I know that don’t mean a damn thing to your sorry behind, but I’m the one stuck with you till death do us part. Man… I can’t believe I let myself get caught up with a loser like you. But... like it or not I own you woman!” Vern barked into her ear. “What do you want Vern?” Virginia asked in monotone. “What do I want? You better watch your damn tone with me! Oh, so you got a piece of job and now you think you somebody? You really think I'm gone let you talk to me ANY kind of way, you B… CLICK!!!”
The click signaled to Vern that Vgee had hung up on him, again. Vern held the phone away from himself, asking it “What the heck is wrong with these women lately?” and slammed the receiver hard on it’s base. “Eleven forty five!” Vern exclaimed, looking up at the green faced, crystal clock with the inscription "To Virginia Duncan In Grateful Appreciation for your Dedication and Service!" which sat atop the mantle of the fireplace. Then he huffed “Dang…I’m gone be late for my meeting with Don Weston, fooling around with that ditz brained Virginia!” He walked over to the mantle, tipped the clock over, and watched it crash onto, and crack a corner of the ornate emerald tile in front of the fireplace. Vern smiled seeing the crack spread across the special order Italian tile that Virginia had laid down herself, after taking a Handy Ma’am's class at the local hardware store. As chunks and splinters of the crystal dispersed, he did a quick two step backward, pressed his hand daintily against his mouth, and in a high pitched voice with a nasty smirk puckered his lips saying “Oops…my bad!” "How you like that miss high and mighty? You go and let them losers at work swell your head up by giving you this cheap ass clock like you somebody to be appreciated. You ain’t nothing Virginia.” He hissed at the clock, and left to make his meeting.
“He must be out of his mind if he thinks I’m going to listen to that crap from him at work.” Vgee said as she turned off her cell phone, dropped it back in the bottom of her oversized handbag, and tried once again to focus on her work. “I’ll deal with him when I get home.” She exhaled, resting her head in her hands, trying to ward off the feeling of light-headedness and nausea, which visited her more frequently lately. Virginia hadn’t been to the doctor in almost two years, and dreaded the thought of having to go now. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew deep in her spirit something wasn’t right in her body. She had been feeling kind of run down lately. Even though she could tell by the looseness of her clothes she’d lost some weight, she was too number shy to set foot on a scale just yet. She felt weak and tired all the time. It was harder for her to keep focus and fixed on even the simplest of things lately. In a whisper she prayed “Lord I’m not trying to claim anything, but whatever is wrong with me, I know you alone can fix it. I declare that I'm healed and whole in Jesus Name. Amen."
Virginia adjusted the monitor on her desk, attempting to return to work, knowing it would be difficult. She couldn’t understand why she still let Vern get to her like that after all this time. She’d been with him her entire adult life, since she was 22. They met back when they were both struggling college students. She now, like a bird of wisdom, observing from a hind sight perch, understood that except for the amazing children they’d made together, their union was like a violent shipwreck. She realized too, that it was time for her to change course and head for a new horizon of hope. The reality of Vern's constant, apparent and utter disdain for her could not be ignored. What sense, did it make to stay with someone who had nothing but the worst of him to give to her? The kids were all grown up. There were no more babies in the house to worry over. Of course there were the grand kids, but she sent them home at night with their parents, most of the time. When she thought of her precious grand babies, she didn’t want them to suffer under Vern’s wrath which seemed to grow more vicious and bitter day by day.
She couldn’t wait for him to get back on the road again. When Vern was home the only thing he was capable of giving her was a daily dose of evil. Virginia’s eyes filled with tears as the reality and heaviness of her situation momentarily lured her into sea of despair. She reached up to wipe away her tears and knocked over a photo of her and Angel, grinning and hugged up after church the day Angel accepted Christ. Picking it up Vgee looked at her lovely friend and wondered if everything was all right with her. The strange call she’d gotten from Angel before daybreak, asking Vgee to cover for her at work, left her worried and wondering how longsuffering Angel would continue to be, fighting the cause for what seemed a hopeless mission of mercy called “Honey baby.”
“Jesus…oh Jesus, I need your peace that passes all understanding right now and always. You LORD, are the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. You are King of Kings, and LORD of Lords. You are the only Wise God. You’re my Mighty Counselor, my Prince of Peace. You God are my Abba, my Daddy. Lord I need you right now. Dear Father, I lift up Angel, Honey baby, my family and myself to you right now in the Name of Jesus Christ. You alone are our Jehovah Shalom, our complete and perfect peace that covers us and passes all understanding. We need you now LORD. Please Father send your help speedily. I thank you God in advance for answering my prayer, in Jesus Name, Amen.” Virginia prayed, and believed, as her tears flowed freely, washing away the tension from her face.
“Aw shoot.” Virginia sniffed, wiping away tears that dripped from the back of her hands and wouldn’t let up. “Please God, not another crying spell, not a t work.” “Dog gone it! Why can’t I stop crying?” She asked herself. Vgee dug in her purse for a tissue to wipe away the tears. After drying her eyes, she blew her nose and saw the blood again. “It’s nothing. It’s nothing.” She said to herself. Thinking about it, she realized “I’m simply tired and hormonal.” The miserable, debilitating combination of extreme exhaustion, and peri-menopause were no joke to Virginia. She also recognized that the week and a half that Vern had been home was wearing on her hard. He worked overtime to make sure she didn’t get much sleep. It reminded her of the days when she was at home full time doing the stair step baby dance. The dance where, there was a baby keeping time in her womb, one straddling her hip, and another couple swinging from and clinging to her legs. After a long harried day of caring for the kids, Vern insisted on his mandatory Vern time.
Vern time usually consisted of a daily course of Virginia bashing, verbally and physically, as Virginia pulled off his smelly boots and socks. She had to sit on the floor, after she'd served him dinner in his hand-me-down lounger, and massage his smelly feet for at least twenty minutes. He would sit in his easy chair with a dinner plate on his lap, growling obscenities at her and the kids, while bits of partially chewed food landed in her face and hair. He really got off on systematically beating down her spirit all day with nagging anxious phone calls dictating what she'd better have done by the time he got home. Then, worn and exhausted, after what seemed an endless day of attending to her motherly and household duties, he would signal her with a look it was time for sex. She had to be showered and naked on the bed then wait until he was ready to begin. There was very little affection to their intimate time together: no deep kissing, or much touching even. Virginia was breast-feeding two babies at the time, and he would also suckle at her breast, only because he liked the taste of her milk he said. But usually, foreplay was not a part of Vern's sexual repertoire with her. He did this to make sure that Virginia understood to expect no passion or tenderness from him. Just point your toes to the opposite corners of the ceiling and respond on cue to his self- gratifying, off beat rhythms, as any “real” woman or good wife was meant to do. A few minutes later when he was done, she had to shower, with the door open at Vern’s insistence, so she could listen to his ramblings about the dumb, lazy co-workers who backed up to their paychecks at work.
"A monkey could do most of their jobs," he would say, and they had nerve enough to try to tell him something? “ They ain't working me like a friggin Hebrew slave. Believe that. Screw them all!” Vern insisted, “ If they do it the way I see it, the work don’t have to be so hard. Them stupid fools make it harder than it needs to be." Then, "Virginia, it don't take nobody that long to wash they behind. Get yo ass out of that shower, running up my water bill. I'm the one who's at work all day dealing with them jackasses, just to pay the bills around here, while you sit on your ass all day, playing with them damn kids." Vern would complain. As the memories came and went, Virginia shook her head, smiled sadly, and thanked God that she had made it through those long ago, tough, painful days. Vern had been especially difficult last night though, she thought. She didn’t get to sleep until around two thirty in the morning. He kept fussing, cussing and making clumsy attempts of seductions and come-on’s, saying "Gimme a kiss woman; You look pretty today for some reason; You look like you need some... I'm just trying to do you a favor and give you what you need, it's been awhile since we...you know girl." until she finally gave in. She hated to do it, but felt it necessary just to get some peace and sleep.
Vgee had the disgusting routine down pat, knowing that a few moans, groans, some wiggles and shakes, would end the miserable ordeal quickly. When she finally did get into a good sleep, the phone rang and it was Angel. Vern woke up long enough to sarcastically ask, “Who is that…your man from the job? You don’t have to pretend that’s, that trifling loser Angel. I know that was some crusty Negro on the phone.” Vern belched out rolling over, burying his face into the pillow. He tried to will himself back into his dream of making love to Patty. “Ahh,” thoughts of his beloved, log legged Patty, filled him with excitement. Except lately, Patty seemed distant, which didn’t help his disposition any, and dear Virginia became the unknowing recipient of his sexual frustration. He wanted to say more about the early morning phone harassment, but he wasn’t going to interrupt anymore or his "Patty cake" time, fooling around with Virginia. Vgee thought to her self “What a way to start the day" after she was done talking with Angel. She placed the phone back on the nightstand and held her head between her hands, to fight off a bout of dizziness. She couldn’t know that she wasn’t the only one Angel had reached out and touched with a pre dawn phone call this morning.
A few minutes later across town, Iselda Conman, wife of James, nudged his shoulder with the back of her hand trying to pass him the cordless phone at four o'clock in the morning. "Passtor" she muttered sarcastically, in a hoarse raspy voice "James get up and answer this phone. It's Angel, something’s going on with Honey baby... again." "What? What time is it? Who did you say it was?" he said groggy, irritated and struggling with the bed covers to a seated position. "It's Angel about Honey baby." covering the mouthpiece with her fingers she added” Wake your ass up and deal with this" she answered him, shoving the phone into his waiting hand. Fully awake now, he shot her an angry look, which she returned, adding a pissed off smirk, and a sistah girl head twist to the nonverbal exchange. First Lady Iselda Conman of The New Way Believers Church was so tired of the middle of the night/early morning calls by distressed female parishioners, congregants, saints, and church members whatever you want to call them. This was the third time so far this month that her home life had been disturbed by someone else's 'emergency'. Iselda noticed James shift his attention before answering the phone. Following the direction of his gaze, there standing in the doorway was their ten-year-old daughter Divinia. Dressed in a Smiling Kitten pajama set, wearing a concerned expression on her lovely face, she padded over to her parents bed, and fell into Iselda's doting arms.
"Hold up. Wait. Slow down Angel and tell me again now, where did you say you and Honey baby are?" James said getting up from the bed, looking over to Iselda with his eyebrows raised, appreciating the beauty of her mildly scarred face, without the pancake make up she usually packed on by the bucket load, in spite of his protests. He shook his head and let out a deep sigh. Iselda rolled her eyes, tightening her embrace of her beloved child, who was focused with rapt attention on her daddy, waiting for the next tidbit of info about sister Honey baby from her church youth group. With the phone pinched between his ear and shoulder, he stepped into his trousers and out of the bedroom. He caught the worried curiosity in Divinia’s eyes, and he wasn't going to allow her to be stressed by Janette’s latest mishap. Slipping out into the dimness of the hallway, James closed the door behind him heading for the kitchen. He needed a drink.
Angel took in a deep breath, pressing her self further into the car seat. She cut her eyes with disgust when she looked at the distraught, disheveled Honey baby, and punched the steering wheel with a side fist. “Sorry Pastor, my nerves got the better of me. I was saying that I really need your help. I had no one else to call, and I can’t do this by myself.” she choked out, weeping once again. Janette sat beside her trembling and staring off into space. Her mind was adrift in turbulent, nauseous waves of confusion. The drug haze that had her in free float, earlier, crashed and left her paranoid and scared to death.
James sat on a kitchen stool sipping the aged Cognac his brother Jeffery had given him. He listened patiently to Angel weave another tale of Honey baby’s misadventures, amazed at how his plans were falling into place with no great effort on his part. When Angel began to cry, he took another sip of his drink then, in a voice as smooth as the delicious Cognac sliding down his throat he said “Angel, baby I’ll be right there. Tell me where you are again, I’m on my way.” When he hung up the phone, he downed the last sip of his drink, and rinsed the glass; He didn’t want to hear about it later from Iselda. “The Lawd sho do provide.” He said in an over exaggerated attempt at a deep southern accent. He smiled, setting off for the bathroom to freshen up and slap on some cologne. The shoulder Angel would be crying on this morning, needed to smell good.
Honey baby, sat beside Angel rocking and moaning. “Wake up Percy. You gotta wake up!” she mumbled as the rocking increased. She began shaking her head violently screaming “Percy, please be alright!” Angel unhooked her seat belt, turned to Janette, reared back and slapped her across the face with a force that caused Honey baby to lurch forward slamming her cheek on the dashboard. “ Shut your stupid ass up!” Angel hissed. “Keep still, and be the hell quiet Honey baby!” Stunned into silence, Honey baby gently cupped her stinging cheek in her hand and sat back quietly. Angel reached down in the side pocket of her car door for the hand sanitizer she kept there. She reached across Honey baby’s heaving bosom into the glove box for the fast food napkins she saved. Taking off her jacket, she began to wipe down the front of her tee shirt. The speckles of vomit from trying to revive putrid Percy clung to her clothes, the acrid smell making her nauseous. She took another swig of the mouthwash she kept in her purse, swished and spat it out of the car window. The thought of her mouth on Percy’s during her CPR efforts, and him throwing up all over her, made her want to slap the piss out of Honey baby again.
“Percy,” Angel moaned, as she thought of him, alone in the richly furnished downtown Dallas loft. She and Honey baby had left him lying there, on an authentic Persian rug, in a nasty puddle of his own piss and puke. They sat outside in her car a half a block down, waiting for an ambulance, and Pastor Conman to arrive. Angel was worried and scared. When Honey baby called her hysterical at three twenty something in the morning, she jumped from the bed and flew to her aid. When she arrived at the marijuana-smelling loft, she found Honey baby pacing back and forth mumbling incoherently amidst an array of multi colored, half empty liquor bottles strewn about. In the middle of the floor lay Percy, half naked on his side, with one leg draped over a chocolate brown leather ottoman. The overindulged little white boy Janette had been running around with had stopped breathing. Vomit covered the lower half of his face and neck, spilling into his ears and shoulder length sandy blonde hair. She dropped her purse and went into action like a seasoned professional.
Angel fell to her knees next to Percy, placed two fingers on his neck feeling a faint pulse, as she bent over him and confirmed he wasn’t breathing. She grabbed his musty Tee shirt from a nearby chair and wiped his face. She scooped his mouth out, laid him on his back and began CPR. She worked hard to bring his bony body back to some stability from what looked like an overdose. When he finally did respond, he was breathing shallowly, and spewing the contents of his gut all over her. She turned his head to the side, gently lifted his thigh and shoulder, and carefully rolled him onto his abdomen, to let the vomit drain and keep him from choking. Before she could try to control her own body’s reaction, last nights Alfredo Fettuccine flew past her teeth and mingled with the nastiness from Percy. Honey baby witnessing the gross scene, threw Angel a damp kitchen towel from the sink. Angel did a quick swipe of her face and chest and slung the towel at Honey baby’s head, barely missing her face but catching her neck. Janette snatched it and was about to lob it back, but thought better of it when Angel stood up and started toward her.
“Start wiping any place you think you touched Honey baby.” Janette looked at Angel questioning and confused. “Wipe away your fingerprints stupid. Snap out of it! Whatever you touched wipe it down!” Janette smeared a fancy glass table top with the rank towel, shooting Angel a smug defiant look as she picked up some marijuana joints and colorful pills, stuffing them into her pants pocket. “Fine.” Angel said, “I’m out of here. You deal with this mess by your self now smart ass.” turning to walk away. Stricken and desperate Honey baby cried, “No please Angie. Wait I’m sorry. Imma do it right!” Janette begged, dropping to her knees, pulling at Angels sweatpants. “I promise to do it right. Don’t leave me Angie. Please?” Angel threw her head back, rolled her eyes to the ceiling and said “Look Janette, this is some serious stuff you’ve gotten yourself into, girl. This boy could have died. Here you are under age, surrounded by liquor bottles, drug paraphernalia, and high as the dang sky. Do you want to go to juvie again, or even jail Honey baby?” Terror and tears filled Janette’s lovely eyes. She shook her head no, and stood to her feet. She headed to the kitchen for cleaning supplies and did as Angel instructed.
When she was satisfied that Percy was stable, even though he was still incoherent, Angel dialed 911, informed them of his condition without giving her name, and wiped away all the evidence she could think of that her and Honey baby had been there. Angel checked again to make sure Percy was still breathing, “Good enough!” she said then snatched Janette, and got the heck on up the street. She called Pastor Conman to see if he could help get Honey baby as far away as possible from the whole messed up situation. Angel was tired. She conceded that Honey baby had not just stepped, tapped, or danced on, but had disintegrated her last nerve. She was “Too Through” with her this time.
Hot salty tears burned Honey baby’s eyes as she strained to look through the windshield at the paramedics carry Percy’s limp, fragile body, out on a stretcher to the back of the open waiting ambulance. Angel’s attention was focused in the opposite direction. Looking through her rearview mirror she saw headlights pull up behind them, and blink off. She finally exhaled long and slow after realizing the tall lean muscular man exiting the car and coming toward them wasn’t a cop, it was James. Angel flung open her car door, rushed out and fell into his arms. He made a face, and held his breath, chuckling at the irony of the moment. There he was bathed in expensive cologne to make an unforgettable impression on her, she, on the other hand, smelled like the bottom of an alcoholic’s belly. After squeezing out the last agonizing remnants of a hard cry Angel took in a deep breath and began coughing. The smell of Pastor’s cologne was too strong for her taste.
It was five thirty seven Angel noted on the dashboard clock of her car. She was alone for the first time this morning since Janette called pulling her away from a deliciously naughty dream. The fantasy of her and Devlin together embarking on exciting sexual adventures, made her smile. Her rational mind though, told her “There is something about him that is off and not quite right.” For all that Angel had experienced in her young life, she was usually pretty good at reading folks intentions. Her inner voice told her that Devlin was a whoremonger. Period. She knew it, but he was so damn fine. She took great pride in the fact that she had him working diligently to get and keep her attention. The rest of the Secretarial staff at Dawson, were straight up hating on her for having him do it. So what? Nobody told them to pop off their panties at his first “Hello.” So, here she was Monday morning, the day after she and Devlin had been to church together. She had already called Vgee to let her know she would be in late, and to cover for her. Angel switched on her right side blinker and proceeded to follow Pastor James’ car onto the Denton exit. Honey baby was in the car with Pastor on their way to The Clergyman’s Cottage, a bed and breakfast inn, frequented by out of town Preachers, owned by James, Iselda and Jeffery Conman.
“Yeah it’s me again, we’ll be there about fifteen or twenty minutes. Do you have everything ready for us?” Okay, and tell Delilah I don’t want to have to wait for her. We’ve got to move on this. Tell Dottie I want the Brie omelet, mango squeeze with blueberries in place of the strawberries, and bacon. Alright, see you in a few.” James put his cell phone back into his jacket pocket looking over at Janette, who sat pressed up against the car door, with her eyes closed. “You don’t have to act like you’re asleep Honey baby, I know what’s going on. Open your eyes and talk to me. Now tell me everything you drank, smoked and swallowed last night. And you better not lie to me” James said reaching into his pants pocket. Embarrassed, Janette did as she was told avoiding direct eye contact with the Preacher.” I just had a wine cooler last night. That’s all. She lied. “Don’t make me stop this car and beat your lying ass Janette!” The cold cruel way he said it made the hair stand up on the back of Honey baby’s neck. “Um okay, Percy made me smoke some weed and take a pill with a “E” on it. That’s it, that’s all I had last night. I promise Pastor.” James reached over, nudging her arm, saying, “Here take these, they’ll help you to relax.” Then handed her two little blue pills. Janette wanted to protest but knew by the stern look on his face it wasn’t a request, but a command. “I can’t swallow pills without something to drink.” She tried to stall, but he had already reached into the backseat and came up with a bottle of water, handed it to her saying, “This’ll help to get em down nice and smooth. Drink up!”
This was the first time she would be late to work since she was hired at Dawson Inc. Angel became angry again at Honey baby for jacking up her routine. She stunk of Percy puke, and couldn’t wait to take a shower. As her mind danced from one concern to another, the image of Honey baby so shaken and distraught, softened her heart and she was once again back at Bernard and Nannette’s house trying to console Honey baby, TT and little Kate. It was the first day all four of the girls had to endure Bernard’s awful chastity check together. Fifteen-year-old Angel had just come inside trying to slip through the screen door as quietly as possible. She and Reggie B. the 19 year old from up the street, had just finished consummating their official couple status in the back bedroom of his Granny’s house. Getting it on in the house while Granny was there proved a daunting task for the young lovers. “Reggie!” Granny called out from the kitchen, “Is that you baby?” “Yes Ma’am.” Reggie answered. “What took you so long boy? Did you get my chili powder from the store child?” “Yes Ma’am.” He said, savoring the deliciously seasoned smells of good home cooking, as he set the grocery bag on the kitchen table and pulled out the change from his pocket, to count it out into her waiting hand along with the receipt. Granny didn’t play with her money. All had to be accounted for.
Reggie nervously counted the change into Granny’s hand, spilling a few coins on the floor. “What’s wrong with you boy? You got to go to the bathroom or something? Why you dropping my money? Shoot Reggie, now you’ve got to start all over.” Granny insisted. Reggie grimaced, sighed deeply and began a recount into Granny’s patient outstretched hand. Reggie couldn’t tell Granny that he was anxious to get to fine ass Angelina Arceneaux, who waited out back beneath the bedroom window for him to let her in. When he was done counting, he dashed out of the kitchen, heading to the back of the house, with Granny shouting after him “Stop running in my house boy. You know you too old to wait until the last minute to go pee!”
When Reggie stepped in the back bedroom, he ran over to the window, carefully opening it, so the grinding squeak wouldn’t cause Granny to come back there. He banged his head hard on the window and cussed under his breath, he was so anxious to get next to Angel. He leaned out ready to whisper her name, when he saw Angel one arm around her waist, and a hand cupped to her mouth, doubled over laughing at him. “Angelina!” Reggie said as loud as he could in an aggravated whisper. She looked up, and noticing his annoyed furrowed brow, stood defiantly, with her hands on her hips, asking, “What is wrong with your face Negro?” Reggie realizing he might be throwing away a chance at bliss, quickly adjusted his attitude with a twinkle in his eye and a sly grin, answered “Nothing baby, I just can’t wait to get you up here, that’s all.” “Humph,” Angel replied, cocking her head, and pursing her lips, then said “That’s what I thought it better be!”
Thinking back on that day those few years ago that seemed like another lifetime, made Angel wonder if in her entire life she’d ever known a moment of selfish innocence. The beauty of her surroundings called her back to the present, as she followed Pastor’s car onto a winding, tree lined, gravel road. Dawn was now taking its bow, before the warm glow of a beautifully looming morning sun that streaked through the trees in golden flecks. They were coming upon a large white ornately decked out mansion. “Is this the much revered Clergyman’s Cottage I’ve heard so much about? Oomph, cottage my behind, the brochures don’t even do it proper justice. This bad boy is banging!” Angel marveled, eyeing the four humongous white columns that stood like proud sentinels to welcome visitors. As they drove around back, to park her jaw dropped at the scenic splendor and grandeur that surrounded them. All around and especially behind the Cottage, nature expressed her beauty. She was arrayed like royalty, or like Angel’s boy Wayne would say, Nature was “ Stunting like her Daddy!”
They parked their cars, and James blew his horn. Before Angel could step out of her car, Sister Delilah from church was there, in a gorgeous floral sundress, opening her car door with a glowing smile. “Morning Sister Angel, if you follow me in, I’ve got a relaxing bubble bath and a fresh set of clothes waiting for you. Sister Dottie will fix you anything you want to eat. Just let me know what you like, and she’ll have it ready when you’re done freshening up.” The alluring scent of jasmine and bacon engulfed Angel as she exited the car speechless. How did Sis Delilah know she would need a bath and some grub? She looked over at Pastor and a clumsy looking Honey baby who was immediately whisked away by Sister Aphrodite. James gave a sneaky tap to Aphrodite’s bottom, watching her walk away he said, “Get it ready.” Aphrodite turned slightly, then smiled and nodded. “What the feezy is going on up in here?” Angel thought to herself, as she followed Delilah, into the awe inspiring Clergyman’s Cottage.
To be continued…
By Robminx
Copyright © 2009
The click signaled to Vern that Vgee had hung up on him, again. Vern held the phone away from himself, asking it “What the heck is wrong with these women lately?” and slammed the receiver hard on it’s base. “Eleven forty five!” Vern exclaimed, looking up at the green faced, crystal clock with the inscription "To Virginia Duncan In Grateful Appreciation for your Dedication and Service!" which sat atop the mantle of the fireplace. Then he huffed “Dang…I’m gone be late for my meeting with Don Weston, fooling around with that ditz brained Virginia!” He walked over to the mantle, tipped the clock over, and watched it crash onto, and crack a corner of the ornate emerald tile in front of the fireplace. Vern smiled seeing the crack spread across the special order Italian tile that Virginia had laid down herself, after taking a Handy Ma’am's class at the local hardware store. As chunks and splinters of the crystal dispersed, he did a quick two step backward, pressed his hand daintily against his mouth, and in a high pitched voice with a nasty smirk puckered his lips saying “Oops…my bad!” "How you like that miss high and mighty? You go and let them losers at work swell your head up by giving you this cheap ass clock like you somebody to be appreciated. You ain’t nothing Virginia.” He hissed at the clock, and left to make his meeting.
“He must be out of his mind if he thinks I’m going to listen to that crap from him at work.” Vgee said as she turned off her cell phone, dropped it back in the bottom of her oversized handbag, and tried once again to focus on her work. “I’ll deal with him when I get home.” She exhaled, resting her head in her hands, trying to ward off the feeling of light-headedness and nausea, which visited her more frequently lately. Virginia hadn’t been to the doctor in almost two years, and dreaded the thought of having to go now. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew deep in her spirit something wasn’t right in her body. She had been feeling kind of run down lately. Even though she could tell by the looseness of her clothes she’d lost some weight, she was too number shy to set foot on a scale just yet. She felt weak and tired all the time. It was harder for her to keep focus and fixed on even the simplest of things lately. In a whisper she prayed “Lord I’m not trying to claim anything, but whatever is wrong with me, I know you alone can fix it. I declare that I'm healed and whole in Jesus Name. Amen."
Virginia adjusted the monitor on her desk, attempting to return to work, knowing it would be difficult. She couldn’t understand why she still let Vern get to her like that after all this time. She’d been with him her entire adult life, since she was 22. They met back when they were both struggling college students. She now, like a bird of wisdom, observing from a hind sight perch, understood that except for the amazing children they’d made together, their union was like a violent shipwreck. She realized too, that it was time for her to change course and head for a new horizon of hope. The reality of Vern's constant, apparent and utter disdain for her could not be ignored. What sense, did it make to stay with someone who had nothing but the worst of him to give to her? The kids were all grown up. There were no more babies in the house to worry over. Of course there were the grand kids, but she sent them home at night with their parents, most of the time. When she thought of her precious grand babies, she didn’t want them to suffer under Vern’s wrath which seemed to grow more vicious and bitter day by day.
She couldn’t wait for him to get back on the road again. When Vern was home the only thing he was capable of giving her was a daily dose of evil. Virginia’s eyes filled with tears as the reality and heaviness of her situation momentarily lured her into sea of despair. She reached up to wipe away her tears and knocked over a photo of her and Angel, grinning and hugged up after church the day Angel accepted Christ. Picking it up Vgee looked at her lovely friend and wondered if everything was all right with her. The strange call she’d gotten from Angel before daybreak, asking Vgee to cover for her at work, left her worried and wondering how longsuffering Angel would continue to be, fighting the cause for what seemed a hopeless mission of mercy called “Honey baby.”
“Jesus…oh Jesus, I need your peace that passes all understanding right now and always. You LORD, are the Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. You are King of Kings, and LORD of Lords. You are the only Wise God. You’re my Mighty Counselor, my Prince of Peace. You God are my Abba, my Daddy. Lord I need you right now. Dear Father, I lift up Angel, Honey baby, my family and myself to you right now in the Name of Jesus Christ. You alone are our Jehovah Shalom, our complete and perfect peace that covers us and passes all understanding. We need you now LORD. Please Father send your help speedily. I thank you God in advance for answering my prayer, in Jesus Name, Amen.” Virginia prayed, and believed, as her tears flowed freely, washing away the tension from her face.
“Aw shoot.” Virginia sniffed, wiping away tears that dripped from the back of her hands and wouldn’t let up. “Please God, not another crying spell, not a t work.” “Dog gone it! Why can’t I stop crying?” She asked herself. Vgee dug in her purse for a tissue to wipe away the tears. After drying her eyes, she blew her nose and saw the blood again. “It’s nothing. It’s nothing.” She said to herself. Thinking about it, she realized “I’m simply tired and hormonal.” The miserable, debilitating combination of extreme exhaustion, and peri-menopause were no joke to Virginia. She also recognized that the week and a half that Vern had been home was wearing on her hard. He worked overtime to make sure she didn’t get much sleep. It reminded her of the days when she was at home full time doing the stair step baby dance. The dance where, there was a baby keeping time in her womb, one straddling her hip, and another couple swinging from and clinging to her legs. After a long harried day of caring for the kids, Vern insisted on his mandatory Vern time.
Vern time usually consisted of a daily course of Virginia bashing, verbally and physically, as Virginia pulled off his smelly boots and socks. She had to sit on the floor, after she'd served him dinner in his hand-me-down lounger, and massage his smelly feet for at least twenty minutes. He would sit in his easy chair with a dinner plate on his lap, growling obscenities at her and the kids, while bits of partially chewed food landed in her face and hair. He really got off on systematically beating down her spirit all day with nagging anxious phone calls dictating what she'd better have done by the time he got home. Then, worn and exhausted, after what seemed an endless day of attending to her motherly and household duties, he would signal her with a look it was time for sex. She had to be showered and naked on the bed then wait until he was ready to begin. There was very little affection to their intimate time together: no deep kissing, or much touching even. Virginia was breast-feeding two babies at the time, and he would also suckle at her breast, only because he liked the taste of her milk he said. But usually, foreplay was not a part of Vern's sexual repertoire with her. He did this to make sure that Virginia understood to expect no passion or tenderness from him. Just point your toes to the opposite corners of the ceiling and respond on cue to his self- gratifying, off beat rhythms, as any “real” woman or good wife was meant to do. A few minutes later when he was done, she had to shower, with the door open at Vern’s insistence, so she could listen to his ramblings about the dumb, lazy co-workers who backed up to their paychecks at work.
"A monkey could do most of their jobs," he would say, and they had nerve enough to try to tell him something? “ They ain't working me like a friggin Hebrew slave. Believe that. Screw them all!” Vern insisted, “ If they do it the way I see it, the work don’t have to be so hard. Them stupid fools make it harder than it needs to be." Then, "Virginia, it don't take nobody that long to wash they behind. Get yo ass out of that shower, running up my water bill. I'm the one who's at work all day dealing with them jackasses, just to pay the bills around here, while you sit on your ass all day, playing with them damn kids." Vern would complain. As the memories came and went, Virginia shook her head, smiled sadly, and thanked God that she had made it through those long ago, tough, painful days. Vern had been especially difficult last night though, she thought. She didn’t get to sleep until around two thirty in the morning. He kept fussing, cussing and making clumsy attempts of seductions and come-on’s, saying "Gimme a kiss woman; You look pretty today for some reason; You look like you need some... I'm just trying to do you a favor and give you what you need, it's been awhile since we...you know girl." until she finally gave in. She hated to do it, but felt it necessary just to get some peace and sleep.
Vgee had the disgusting routine down pat, knowing that a few moans, groans, some wiggles and shakes, would end the miserable ordeal quickly. When she finally did get into a good sleep, the phone rang and it was Angel. Vern woke up long enough to sarcastically ask, “Who is that…your man from the job? You don’t have to pretend that’s, that trifling loser Angel. I know that was some crusty Negro on the phone.” Vern belched out rolling over, burying his face into the pillow. He tried to will himself back into his dream of making love to Patty. “Ahh,” thoughts of his beloved, log legged Patty, filled him with excitement. Except lately, Patty seemed distant, which didn’t help his disposition any, and dear Virginia became the unknowing recipient of his sexual frustration. He wanted to say more about the early morning phone harassment, but he wasn’t going to interrupt anymore or his "Patty cake" time, fooling around with Virginia. Vgee thought to her self “What a way to start the day" after she was done talking with Angel. She placed the phone back on the nightstand and held her head between her hands, to fight off a bout of dizziness. She couldn’t know that she wasn’t the only one Angel had reached out and touched with a pre dawn phone call this morning.
A few minutes later across town, Iselda Conman, wife of James, nudged his shoulder with the back of her hand trying to pass him the cordless phone at four o'clock in the morning. "Passtor" she muttered sarcastically, in a hoarse raspy voice "James get up and answer this phone. It's Angel, something’s going on with Honey baby... again." "What? What time is it? Who did you say it was?" he said groggy, irritated and struggling with the bed covers to a seated position. "It's Angel about Honey baby." covering the mouthpiece with her fingers she added” Wake your ass up and deal with this" she answered him, shoving the phone into his waiting hand. Fully awake now, he shot her an angry look, which she returned, adding a pissed off smirk, and a sistah girl head twist to the nonverbal exchange. First Lady Iselda Conman of The New Way Believers Church was so tired of the middle of the night/early morning calls by distressed female parishioners, congregants, saints, and church members whatever you want to call them. This was the third time so far this month that her home life had been disturbed by someone else's 'emergency'. Iselda noticed James shift his attention before answering the phone. Following the direction of his gaze, there standing in the doorway was their ten-year-old daughter Divinia. Dressed in a Smiling Kitten pajama set, wearing a concerned expression on her lovely face, she padded over to her parents bed, and fell into Iselda's doting arms.
"Hold up. Wait. Slow down Angel and tell me again now, where did you say you and Honey baby are?" James said getting up from the bed, looking over to Iselda with his eyebrows raised, appreciating the beauty of her mildly scarred face, without the pancake make up she usually packed on by the bucket load, in spite of his protests. He shook his head and let out a deep sigh. Iselda rolled her eyes, tightening her embrace of her beloved child, who was focused with rapt attention on her daddy, waiting for the next tidbit of info about sister Honey baby from her church youth group. With the phone pinched between his ear and shoulder, he stepped into his trousers and out of the bedroom. He caught the worried curiosity in Divinia’s eyes, and he wasn't going to allow her to be stressed by Janette’s latest mishap. Slipping out into the dimness of the hallway, James closed the door behind him heading for the kitchen. He needed a drink.
Angel took in a deep breath, pressing her self further into the car seat. She cut her eyes with disgust when she looked at the distraught, disheveled Honey baby, and punched the steering wheel with a side fist. “Sorry Pastor, my nerves got the better of me. I was saying that I really need your help. I had no one else to call, and I can’t do this by myself.” she choked out, weeping once again. Janette sat beside her trembling and staring off into space. Her mind was adrift in turbulent, nauseous waves of confusion. The drug haze that had her in free float, earlier, crashed and left her paranoid and scared to death.
James sat on a kitchen stool sipping the aged Cognac his brother Jeffery had given him. He listened patiently to Angel weave another tale of Honey baby’s misadventures, amazed at how his plans were falling into place with no great effort on his part. When Angel began to cry, he took another sip of his drink then, in a voice as smooth as the delicious Cognac sliding down his throat he said “Angel, baby I’ll be right there. Tell me where you are again, I’m on my way.” When he hung up the phone, he downed the last sip of his drink, and rinsed the glass; He didn’t want to hear about it later from Iselda. “The Lawd sho do provide.” He said in an over exaggerated attempt at a deep southern accent. He smiled, setting off for the bathroom to freshen up and slap on some cologne. The shoulder Angel would be crying on this morning, needed to smell good.
Honey baby, sat beside Angel rocking and moaning. “Wake up Percy. You gotta wake up!” she mumbled as the rocking increased. She began shaking her head violently screaming “Percy, please be alright!” Angel unhooked her seat belt, turned to Janette, reared back and slapped her across the face with a force that caused Honey baby to lurch forward slamming her cheek on the dashboard. “ Shut your stupid ass up!” Angel hissed. “Keep still, and be the hell quiet Honey baby!” Stunned into silence, Honey baby gently cupped her stinging cheek in her hand and sat back quietly. Angel reached down in the side pocket of her car door for the hand sanitizer she kept there. She reached across Honey baby’s heaving bosom into the glove box for the fast food napkins she saved. Taking off her jacket, she began to wipe down the front of her tee shirt. The speckles of vomit from trying to revive putrid Percy clung to her clothes, the acrid smell making her nauseous. She took another swig of the mouthwash she kept in her purse, swished and spat it out of the car window. The thought of her mouth on Percy’s during her CPR efforts, and him throwing up all over her, made her want to slap the piss out of Honey baby again.
“Percy,” Angel moaned, as she thought of him, alone in the richly furnished downtown Dallas loft. She and Honey baby had left him lying there, on an authentic Persian rug, in a nasty puddle of his own piss and puke. They sat outside in her car a half a block down, waiting for an ambulance, and Pastor Conman to arrive. Angel was worried and scared. When Honey baby called her hysterical at three twenty something in the morning, she jumped from the bed and flew to her aid. When she arrived at the marijuana-smelling loft, she found Honey baby pacing back and forth mumbling incoherently amidst an array of multi colored, half empty liquor bottles strewn about. In the middle of the floor lay Percy, half naked on his side, with one leg draped over a chocolate brown leather ottoman. The overindulged little white boy Janette had been running around with had stopped breathing. Vomit covered the lower half of his face and neck, spilling into his ears and shoulder length sandy blonde hair. She dropped her purse and went into action like a seasoned professional.
Angel fell to her knees next to Percy, placed two fingers on his neck feeling a faint pulse, as she bent over him and confirmed he wasn’t breathing. She grabbed his musty Tee shirt from a nearby chair and wiped his face. She scooped his mouth out, laid him on his back and began CPR. She worked hard to bring his bony body back to some stability from what looked like an overdose. When he finally did respond, he was breathing shallowly, and spewing the contents of his gut all over her. She turned his head to the side, gently lifted his thigh and shoulder, and carefully rolled him onto his abdomen, to let the vomit drain and keep him from choking. Before she could try to control her own body’s reaction, last nights Alfredo Fettuccine flew past her teeth and mingled with the nastiness from Percy. Honey baby witnessing the gross scene, threw Angel a damp kitchen towel from the sink. Angel did a quick swipe of her face and chest and slung the towel at Honey baby’s head, barely missing her face but catching her neck. Janette snatched it and was about to lob it back, but thought better of it when Angel stood up and started toward her.
“Start wiping any place you think you touched Honey baby.” Janette looked at Angel questioning and confused. “Wipe away your fingerprints stupid. Snap out of it! Whatever you touched wipe it down!” Janette smeared a fancy glass table top with the rank towel, shooting Angel a smug defiant look as she picked up some marijuana joints and colorful pills, stuffing them into her pants pocket. “Fine.” Angel said, “I’m out of here. You deal with this mess by your self now smart ass.” turning to walk away. Stricken and desperate Honey baby cried, “No please Angie. Wait I’m sorry. Imma do it right!” Janette begged, dropping to her knees, pulling at Angels sweatpants. “I promise to do it right. Don’t leave me Angie. Please?” Angel threw her head back, rolled her eyes to the ceiling and said “Look Janette, this is some serious stuff you’ve gotten yourself into, girl. This boy could have died. Here you are under age, surrounded by liquor bottles, drug paraphernalia, and high as the dang sky. Do you want to go to juvie again, or even jail Honey baby?” Terror and tears filled Janette’s lovely eyes. She shook her head no, and stood to her feet. She headed to the kitchen for cleaning supplies and did as Angel instructed.
When she was satisfied that Percy was stable, even though he was still incoherent, Angel dialed 911, informed them of his condition without giving her name, and wiped away all the evidence she could think of that her and Honey baby had been there. Angel checked again to make sure Percy was still breathing, “Good enough!” she said then snatched Janette, and got the heck on up the street. She called Pastor Conman to see if he could help get Honey baby as far away as possible from the whole messed up situation. Angel was tired. She conceded that Honey baby had not just stepped, tapped, or danced on, but had disintegrated her last nerve. She was “Too Through” with her this time.
Hot salty tears burned Honey baby’s eyes as she strained to look through the windshield at the paramedics carry Percy’s limp, fragile body, out on a stretcher to the back of the open waiting ambulance. Angel’s attention was focused in the opposite direction. Looking through her rearview mirror she saw headlights pull up behind them, and blink off. She finally exhaled long and slow after realizing the tall lean muscular man exiting the car and coming toward them wasn’t a cop, it was James. Angel flung open her car door, rushed out and fell into his arms. He made a face, and held his breath, chuckling at the irony of the moment. There he was bathed in expensive cologne to make an unforgettable impression on her, she, on the other hand, smelled like the bottom of an alcoholic’s belly. After squeezing out the last agonizing remnants of a hard cry Angel took in a deep breath and began coughing. The smell of Pastor’s cologne was too strong for her taste.
It was five thirty seven Angel noted on the dashboard clock of her car. She was alone for the first time this morning since Janette called pulling her away from a deliciously naughty dream. The fantasy of her and Devlin together embarking on exciting sexual adventures, made her smile. Her rational mind though, told her “There is something about him that is off and not quite right.” For all that Angel had experienced in her young life, she was usually pretty good at reading folks intentions. Her inner voice told her that Devlin was a whoremonger. Period. She knew it, but he was so damn fine. She took great pride in the fact that she had him working diligently to get and keep her attention. The rest of the Secretarial staff at Dawson, were straight up hating on her for having him do it. So what? Nobody told them to pop off their panties at his first “Hello.” So, here she was Monday morning, the day after she and Devlin had been to church together. She had already called Vgee to let her know she would be in late, and to cover for her. Angel switched on her right side blinker and proceeded to follow Pastor James’ car onto the Denton exit. Honey baby was in the car with Pastor on their way to The Clergyman’s Cottage, a bed and breakfast inn, frequented by out of town Preachers, owned by James, Iselda and Jeffery Conman.
“Yeah it’s me again, we’ll be there about fifteen or twenty minutes. Do you have everything ready for us?” Okay, and tell Delilah I don’t want to have to wait for her. We’ve got to move on this. Tell Dottie I want the Brie omelet, mango squeeze with blueberries in place of the strawberries, and bacon. Alright, see you in a few.” James put his cell phone back into his jacket pocket looking over at Janette, who sat pressed up against the car door, with her eyes closed. “You don’t have to act like you’re asleep Honey baby, I know what’s going on. Open your eyes and talk to me. Now tell me everything you drank, smoked and swallowed last night. And you better not lie to me” James said reaching into his pants pocket. Embarrassed, Janette did as she was told avoiding direct eye contact with the Preacher.” I just had a wine cooler last night. That’s all. She lied. “Don’t make me stop this car and beat your lying ass Janette!” The cold cruel way he said it made the hair stand up on the back of Honey baby’s neck. “Um okay, Percy made me smoke some weed and take a pill with a “E” on it. That’s it, that’s all I had last night. I promise Pastor.” James reached over, nudging her arm, saying, “Here take these, they’ll help you to relax.” Then handed her two little blue pills. Janette wanted to protest but knew by the stern look on his face it wasn’t a request, but a command. “I can’t swallow pills without something to drink.” She tried to stall, but he had already reached into the backseat and came up with a bottle of water, handed it to her saying, “This’ll help to get em down nice and smooth. Drink up!”
This was the first time she would be late to work since she was hired at Dawson Inc. Angel became angry again at Honey baby for jacking up her routine. She stunk of Percy puke, and couldn’t wait to take a shower. As her mind danced from one concern to another, the image of Honey baby so shaken and distraught, softened her heart and she was once again back at Bernard and Nannette’s house trying to console Honey baby, TT and little Kate. It was the first day all four of the girls had to endure Bernard’s awful chastity check together. Fifteen-year-old Angel had just come inside trying to slip through the screen door as quietly as possible. She and Reggie B. the 19 year old from up the street, had just finished consummating their official couple status in the back bedroom of his Granny’s house. Getting it on in the house while Granny was there proved a daunting task for the young lovers. “Reggie!” Granny called out from the kitchen, “Is that you baby?” “Yes Ma’am.” Reggie answered. “What took you so long boy? Did you get my chili powder from the store child?” “Yes Ma’am.” He said, savoring the deliciously seasoned smells of good home cooking, as he set the grocery bag on the kitchen table and pulled out the change from his pocket, to count it out into her waiting hand along with the receipt. Granny didn’t play with her money. All had to be accounted for.
Reggie nervously counted the change into Granny’s hand, spilling a few coins on the floor. “What’s wrong with you boy? You got to go to the bathroom or something? Why you dropping my money? Shoot Reggie, now you’ve got to start all over.” Granny insisted. Reggie grimaced, sighed deeply and began a recount into Granny’s patient outstretched hand. Reggie couldn’t tell Granny that he was anxious to get to fine ass Angelina Arceneaux, who waited out back beneath the bedroom window for him to let her in. When he was done counting, he dashed out of the kitchen, heading to the back of the house, with Granny shouting after him “Stop running in my house boy. You know you too old to wait until the last minute to go pee!”
When Reggie stepped in the back bedroom, he ran over to the window, carefully opening it, so the grinding squeak wouldn’t cause Granny to come back there. He banged his head hard on the window and cussed under his breath, he was so anxious to get next to Angel. He leaned out ready to whisper her name, when he saw Angel one arm around her waist, and a hand cupped to her mouth, doubled over laughing at him. “Angelina!” Reggie said as loud as he could in an aggravated whisper. She looked up, and noticing his annoyed furrowed brow, stood defiantly, with her hands on her hips, asking, “What is wrong with your face Negro?” Reggie realizing he might be throwing away a chance at bliss, quickly adjusted his attitude with a twinkle in his eye and a sly grin, answered “Nothing baby, I just can’t wait to get you up here, that’s all.” “Humph,” Angel replied, cocking her head, and pursing her lips, then said “That’s what I thought it better be!”
Thinking back on that day those few years ago that seemed like another lifetime, made Angel wonder if in her entire life she’d ever known a moment of selfish innocence. The beauty of her surroundings called her back to the present, as she followed Pastor’s car onto a winding, tree lined, gravel road. Dawn was now taking its bow, before the warm glow of a beautifully looming morning sun that streaked through the trees in golden flecks. They were coming upon a large white ornately decked out mansion. “Is this the much revered Clergyman’s Cottage I’ve heard so much about? Oomph, cottage my behind, the brochures don’t even do it proper justice. This bad boy is banging!” Angel marveled, eyeing the four humongous white columns that stood like proud sentinels to welcome visitors. As they drove around back, to park her jaw dropped at the scenic splendor and grandeur that surrounded them. All around and especially behind the Cottage, nature expressed her beauty. She was arrayed like royalty, or like Angel’s boy Wayne would say, Nature was “ Stunting like her Daddy!”
They parked their cars, and James blew his horn. Before Angel could step out of her car, Sister Delilah from church was there, in a gorgeous floral sundress, opening her car door with a glowing smile. “Morning Sister Angel, if you follow me in, I’ve got a relaxing bubble bath and a fresh set of clothes waiting for you. Sister Dottie will fix you anything you want to eat. Just let me know what you like, and she’ll have it ready when you’re done freshening up.” The alluring scent of jasmine and bacon engulfed Angel as she exited the car speechless. How did Sis Delilah know she would need a bath and some grub? She looked over at Pastor and a clumsy looking Honey baby who was immediately whisked away by Sister Aphrodite. James gave a sneaky tap to Aphrodite’s bottom, watching her walk away he said, “Get it ready.” Aphrodite turned slightly, then smiled and nodded. “What the feezy is going on up in here?” Angel thought to herself, as she followed Delilah, into the awe inspiring Clergyman’s Cottage.
To be continued…
By Robminx
Copyright © 2009
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Pimp Daddy in the Pulpit or (PDP) Pt.2 getting to
Angel slipped her jacket back on just before church service ended. Devlin helped, hugging her tenderlly about the shoulders. She smiled absentmindedly, knowing she needed to get to Pastor James Conman quickly before he left the premises. He never stayed long after service at the New Way Church of Belivers lately. He had to jet across town to preach at Old Zion, his brother Jeffery Conman's church. Pastor Jeff was away from his post for 'personal' reasons, and James stepped in for him. When they reached Devlin's Audi in the parking lot, Angel once again excused herself and went to find Pastor James. She was desprerate to get some help with Honeybaby.
Janette 'Honeybaby' Mackie was a wild 17 year old living with Angel. Angel was only 24 herself, and looking after Janette was wearing on her nerves. Their 'soul ties' from the past was what made her feel she was obliged to look out for Honeybaby, especially with what happened to little Kate those years ago.The sleek burnt sienna Jaguar almost hit Angel, as Pastor James backed out of his parking spot. 'Schreeeech!' " Oh my goodness Sister Angel! I didn't see you there. Are you alright baby?" Pastor asked, stomping his brake. He turned off the ignition, his heart raced but he was grateful for narrowly avoiding a potential lawsuit. " I'm fine Pastor, just fine." She responded still trembling.
Something stirred inside Pastor Conman, as he noticed through his rear view mirror, the lovely Angel standing there shaken and trembling. He eased out of the driver’s side door with extended arms welcoming her into his embrace. She just stood there, taking in slow deep breaths, desperately trying to regain her composure. Pastor James was quick to her side, holding her and whispering ever so softly in her ear, " It’s okay Angel baby, Pastor James is here. It's alright. I've got you. I've got you." His embrace tightend as her breath steadied, and his lips brushed her cheek. Angel stiffened, politely pulling away from him, saying "I'm fine Pastor really. I should have paid better attention to my surroundings."
"I wanted to talk with you about Janette." Angel sighed with an anguished plea. "She's becoming more distant and difficult to deal with." "Hmph, Honeybaby's acting up again huh?" Pastor Conman asked. "I know you girls have a history Angel, but are you sure you want to continue on with this burden? I mean you aren't much older than she is, and yet you care for her like she's your own child." he said. " I don't want you burning yourself out, trying to solve someone elses problems, before getting your own straight." He softened his tone then, "I don't intend to seem so harsh about it" he cooed, easing his arm around her again, " It's time for tough love now baby." Angels shoulders drooped sadly. She knew he was right, but the thought of not being there for Honeybaby was still painful.
Looking up into Pastor Conman's eyes, Angel asked "What do you recommend Pastor?" " I'll help you Angel. Give me a few days to make a couple of calls, and we'll see what we can do." he replied pulling her close again. "Thank you Pastor. Whatever needs to be done to help Honeybaby, 'Any thing,' I'm willing to do." she said stepping away. James smiled to himself. He definately liked the sound of that. "Anything" was one of his favorite things to hear a woman say; Especially one as fine as Angel. Looking at his watch he blurted " Oh my goodness look at the time. I've got to get out of here, or those saints at Old Zion are gonna have my hide!' he said laughing. "I'm so sorry for keeping you Pastor." Angel said appologetically. "It's cool, I'll stop by to see you soon about Janette, Angel." he said getting into his car, turning the ignition. Angel stepped aside, waved goodbye, and headed back to Devlin. "I'll be waiting." she called over her shoulder.
Devlin sat in the car with a disgusted impatient look on his face Angel noted, as she approached him. She decided to turn on the charm, she eased into the car with a sly sexy smile saying " Hey Dev, thank you for being such a patient sweetheart. I know that took longer than we expected. How can I make it up to you?" When he heard that, Devlin's face lit up and he drove off, thinking of the best way to try and get her to 'make it up to him!'
To be continued...
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
Janette 'Honeybaby' Mackie was a wild 17 year old living with Angel. Angel was only 24 herself, and looking after Janette was wearing on her nerves. Their 'soul ties' from the past was what made her feel she was obliged to look out for Honeybaby, especially with what happened to little Kate those years ago.The sleek burnt sienna Jaguar almost hit Angel, as Pastor James backed out of his parking spot. 'Schreeeech!' " Oh my goodness Sister Angel! I didn't see you there. Are you alright baby?" Pastor asked, stomping his brake. He turned off the ignition, his heart raced but he was grateful for narrowly avoiding a potential lawsuit. " I'm fine Pastor, just fine." She responded still trembling.
Something stirred inside Pastor Conman, as he noticed through his rear view mirror, the lovely Angel standing there shaken and trembling. He eased out of the driver’s side door with extended arms welcoming her into his embrace. She just stood there, taking in slow deep breaths, desperately trying to regain her composure. Pastor James was quick to her side, holding her and whispering ever so softly in her ear, " It’s okay Angel baby, Pastor James is here. It's alright. I've got you. I've got you." His embrace tightend as her breath steadied, and his lips brushed her cheek. Angel stiffened, politely pulling away from him, saying "I'm fine Pastor really. I should have paid better attention to my surroundings."
"I wanted to talk with you about Janette." Angel sighed with an anguished plea. "She's becoming more distant and difficult to deal with." "Hmph, Honeybaby's acting up again huh?" Pastor Conman asked. "I know you girls have a history Angel, but are you sure you want to continue on with this burden? I mean you aren't much older than she is, and yet you care for her like she's your own child." he said. " I don't want you burning yourself out, trying to solve someone elses problems, before getting your own straight." He softened his tone then, "I don't intend to seem so harsh about it" he cooed, easing his arm around her again, " It's time for tough love now baby." Angels shoulders drooped sadly. She knew he was right, but the thought of not being there for Honeybaby was still painful.
Looking up into Pastor Conman's eyes, Angel asked "What do you recommend Pastor?" " I'll help you Angel. Give me a few days to make a couple of calls, and we'll see what we can do." he replied pulling her close again. "Thank you Pastor. Whatever needs to be done to help Honeybaby, 'Any thing,' I'm willing to do." she said stepping away. James smiled to himself. He definately liked the sound of that. "Anything" was one of his favorite things to hear a woman say; Especially one as fine as Angel. Looking at his watch he blurted " Oh my goodness look at the time. I've got to get out of here, or those saints at Old Zion are gonna have my hide!' he said laughing. "I'm so sorry for keeping you Pastor." Angel said appologetically. "It's cool, I'll stop by to see you soon about Janette, Angel." he said getting into his car, turning the ignition. Angel stepped aside, waved goodbye, and headed back to Devlin. "I'll be waiting." she called over her shoulder.
Devlin sat in the car with a disgusted impatient look on his face Angel noted, as she approached him. She decided to turn on the charm, she eased into the car with a sly sexy smile saying " Hey Dev, thank you for being such a patient sweetheart. I know that took longer than we expected. How can I make it up to you?" When he heard that, Devlin's face lit up and he drove off, thinking of the best way to try and get her to 'make it up to him!'
To be continued...
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
mad moment interlude
the skeleton of a marriage feasted on by the muscular jaws of a looming divorce.
it sucks to be at this point in time. we hate each other.
i just want him gone. he just wants me to kick around.
too afraid to leave too miserable to stay so we suffer.
i refuse to continue to suffer this way. i've got to get him out of here.
Lord please let him get out of here. the pain of his presence is soul stripping.
i told his behind to go eat hot nigga nuts and die.
oh Lord please forgive me for my wayward mouth.
i want to be better than that for you.
by robminx © August 2009
it sucks to be at this point in time. we hate each other.
i just want him gone. he just wants me to kick around.
too afraid to leave too miserable to stay so we suffer.
i refuse to continue to suffer this way. i've got to get him out of here.
Lord please let him get out of here. the pain of his presence is soul stripping.
i told his behind to go eat hot nigga nuts and die.
oh Lord please forgive me for my wayward mouth.
i want to be better than that for you.
by robminx © August 2009
I know what you did last Sunday...Um Hm
I know what you did last Sunday...Um Hm
I know what you did last Sunday... um hm, cause I was doing it too.
I know how you prayed for and blessed the folk, who were not so kind to you.
I know what you did last Sunday... um hm, after a difficult week.
How all that possibly could go wrong, piled up like a mountains peak.
I saw you resist temptation, how you wrestled with lust and pride.
How you fell to your knees and asked for God's help, and trusted you'd not be denied.
I heard you cry out to Jesus, when your family and friends let you down.
How humbly you told them you needed their help, and none of them could be found.
I know what you did last Sunday, and Monday through Saturday too.
You were up at the alter praising and praying, I saw you, cause I was there too.
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
I know what you did last Sunday... um hm, cause I was doing it too.
I know how you prayed for and blessed the folk, who were not so kind to you.
I know what you did last Sunday... um hm, after a difficult week.
How all that possibly could go wrong, piled up like a mountains peak.
I saw you resist temptation, how you wrestled with lust and pride.
How you fell to your knees and asked for God's help, and trusted you'd not be denied.
I heard you cry out to Jesus, when your family and friends let you down.
How humbly you told them you needed their help, and none of them could be found.
I know what you did last Sunday, and Monday through Saturday too.
You were up at the alter praising and praying, I saw you, cause I was there too.
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Dealing
Dealing
tip... tip toe around the subject
the time has come for us to just discuss it
the fracture's clear
the break up's near
the truth is LOUD,
we can no longer hush it.
i shared with you that lately i'm not happy
you said to stop my whining, don't be sappy.
i said thats part of the reason, we've suffered past our season
you said my point of view was just plain crappy.
at the end, how dim the glow, of love that once shined bright
to bed i go, my back i show, my tears they flow all night,
sleep bears no rest, i do my best,to turn the wrongs to right.
this morning, i awoke to see me smiling
i smiled at you, so natural, not like trying.
i bid you well,
no more to tell
HELLO, new life, HELLO,
no more goodbyeing.
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
tip... tip toe around the subject
the time has come for us to just discuss it
the fracture's clear
the break up's near
the truth is LOUD,
we can no longer hush it.
i shared with you that lately i'm not happy
you said to stop my whining, don't be sappy.
i said thats part of the reason, we've suffered past our season
you said my point of view was just plain crappy.
at the end, how dim the glow, of love that once shined bright
to bed i go, my back i show, my tears they flow all night,
sleep bears no rest, i do my best,to turn the wrongs to right.
this morning, i awoke to see me smiling
i smiled at you, so natural, not like trying.
i bid you well,
no more to tell
HELLO, new life, HELLO,
no more goodbyeing.
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Baby Girl Blue
Baby Girl Blue
Baby girl at age two all dimples and smiles,
Batting her lashes perfecting her wiles.
Lit up any room that she chose to walk in,
Melting your heart with her sweet little grin.
Daddy's delight, and Mama's joy,
Eight years old charming and coy.
Sassy and smart could outrun any boy,
All before she was ten.
At age fourteen a runaway child,
Rough, tough, meek and mild.
A vision of beauty, a sight to see,
She's out on her own , and she still isn't free.
Baby girl, baby girl what happened to you?
And what are the changes your young life's been through?
Who turned off the light that once lit your eye?
Who stole all your laughter and left you to cry?
Silent screams unheard in the night,
Secrets kept enforced with fright.
"He was too big and I just couldn't fight."
Is all Baby girl would say.
Baby girl what you're saying I hope isn't true
But your life is all torn, and you are so blue
I was only nine when it happened one night,
Momma at work, and dad out of sight.
Uncle came in he turned off the light.
He was too big and I just couldn't fight.
Baby girl, Baby girl, don't drown in your tears,
Don't chase off all hope with your runaway fears.
The pain of the past is an evil chain,
And the tears of forgiveness a cleansing rain.
The night doesn't last and the dawn is sure,
To wash away hurts, sorrows and more.
Look into my eyes for here you will see,
That you'll always be sweet Baby girl to me.
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
Baby girl at age two all dimples and smiles,
Batting her lashes perfecting her wiles.
Lit up any room that she chose to walk in,
Melting your heart with her sweet little grin.
Daddy's delight, and Mama's joy,
Eight years old charming and coy.
Sassy and smart could outrun any boy,
All before she was ten.
At age fourteen a runaway child,
Rough, tough, meek and mild.
A vision of beauty, a sight to see,
She's out on her own , and she still isn't free.
Baby girl, baby girl what happened to you?
And what are the changes your young life's been through?
Who turned off the light that once lit your eye?
Who stole all your laughter and left you to cry?
Silent screams unheard in the night,
Secrets kept enforced with fright.
"He was too big and I just couldn't fight."
Is all Baby girl would say.
Baby girl what you're saying I hope isn't true
But your life is all torn, and you are so blue
I was only nine when it happened one night,
Momma at work, and dad out of sight.
Uncle came in he turned off the light.
He was too big and I just couldn't fight.
Baby girl, Baby girl, don't drown in your tears,
Don't chase off all hope with your runaway fears.
The pain of the past is an evil chain,
And the tears of forgiveness a cleansing rain.
The night doesn't last and the dawn is sure,
To wash away hurts, sorrows and more.
Look into my eyes for here you will see,
That you'll always be sweet Baby girl to me.
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
it's time again
it's time again
it's raining again. he's at it again.
he's cussin and rageing and fussin again.
he's killing his folks with his words again. he slaughters his own with his tone again.
he's mean again. he's green again, with envy and pride and with greed again.
they,re sad again, and mad again. they wilt from his wrath, they were bad again...well so he said.
they cry again. he sighs again. they all feel the pain as they die again.
they all dance this stupid dance again. they glide and they dip and they prance again. he leads again, they follow again. they all move along in the trance again.
the them of the they call it post traumatic. they don't know their normal is damn dramatic. i feel again, to heal again. it's not just a story but real again.
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
it's raining again. he's at it again.
he's cussin and rageing and fussin again.
he's killing his folks with his words again. he slaughters his own with his tone again.
he's mean again. he's green again, with envy and pride and with greed again.
they,re sad again, and mad again. they wilt from his wrath, they were bad again...well so he said.
they cry again. he sighs again. they all feel the pain as they die again.
they all dance this stupid dance again. they glide and they dip and they prance again. he leads again, they follow again. they all move along in the trance again.
the them of the they call it post traumatic. they don't know their normal is damn dramatic. i feel again, to heal again. it's not just a story but real again.
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Pimp Daddy in the Pulpit Pt.1
Devlin accepted her invitation to church. He figured it would score Brownie points with his current lady of interest. Angel was grateful to God that he came to church with her. She knew personally that whatever was going on with him, God's love could fix it. As they entered the sanctuary, he watched the way she interacted with people around them. She tried to introduce him to some of the church members, but he grew increasingly antisocial. She lead him to a seat, politely excused herself, and continued to meet and greet the saints.The sanctuary quickly filled to capacity, as Angel found her way back to her seat beside Devlin. She smiled warmly saying " You've got a treat coming Dev, praise and worship is awesome here!" He nodded his head, giving a half smile saying "If you say so, We'll see." "Oh and the way Pastor Conman preaches the word; He's not just a preacher but a teacher!" She said excitedly. The smile left his face as he thought, " Aw man, she's one of them blind sheep chicks, lead by any hustler preacher coming down the road." His invisible anti religious armour plating quickly formed around his mind, like some sort of transformer robot. "Man I can't believe I'm going to spend at least two hours trapped in here with these holy rollers. DANG!" he flustered.The service began, the room grew silent as a call to corporate prayer was issued. A reverent hum filled the church. Angel took Devlins hand in hers, bowed her head and prayed silently. He didn't bow his head ,just looked around in disbelief at all the " suckers" he thought, who fell for all this religious stuff. Angel gently squeezed his hand, as tears eased from her eyes. He looked at this woman with the beautiful tear streaked face, and remembered why he found himself in this place.They met at work. Devlin liked the way Angel carried herself. She had an aire of dignity. She wasn't prideful or boastful he noticed. He appreciated how she seemed to possess a quiet strengh. She didn't gossip around the water cooler like some of the other women in the office, she'd smile, exchange greetings, and go on about her business. "Hm..." He thought, " She looks like an interesting challenge for a super brotha like me," he chuckled to himself, and made it his goal to get to know this woman. Devlin observed Angel for a few days, clocking her comings and goings; what time she got into the office, and when she left. Angel usually came to work early, and left late. He found out when she took lunch and what she liked to eat, colorful healthy looking stuff. She would leave five minutes before lunch break was over to get back to her desk on time, which was just across the hall from the lunch room. This woman was diligent, she worked when it was time to work, no wasting time in socializing too much. He wondered what she did for fun, if she allowed herself some fun. She must do something, he thought, cause she keeps a genuine smile on her face. He'd made his rounds in the office pool of women, there was someting very different about this one. Devlin walked into the lunchroom one day, when he knew Angel would be there, pretending to search the vending machine for something to munch on, he muttered "Hm...what's it gonna be today?" At first he carried on like he hadn't seen her sitting there quietly in the corner. With a slight turn he feigned surprise when their eyes met and said " I'm sorry, I didn't realize I wasn't alone. It's just that I get so caught up in my work sometimes, I forget to eat." he lied. Angel replied " Oh it's perfectly fine. I hope I didn't startle you?" "Got her!" He thought to himself with a sly smile." The fish is on the line, time to reel her in!"
To be continued....
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
To be continued....
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
A parable against the de valuation of me Pt.1
There once lived a girl in a harried woman’s world
She reasoned as a lamb amongst the lion’s
With her gentle simple ways
She would navigate the days
With loving faith in the Lord of Zion
She was covered by his love
Bathed in glory from above
Yet below, in the earth where she resided
Temptations flourished there
Flesh alive to sin aware
Raged a battle for her soul
Her mind divided
Ernest seeking for relief
From the searing touch of grief
That held her, a captive prisoner slave
She then tasted slop of pigs, in pretense that slop was figs
The forbidden fruit in lust her palate craved
Eyes now blind from sin’s deceit
Sightless wandering, her feet
Left the narrow path, and trudged the crooked road
Bearing all her worldly cares, all the ones that Christ did bear
She retrieved, suffering beneath the load
In a moment of despair
She cried out a groaning prayer
In utterance, no one could understand
Except the Savior from above
Filling her with holy love
Cast away her cares
And took her Fathers hand
He embraced her to his breast
Gave her sleepless nights a rest
Traded rusty hairclips, for a crown of gold
And the legend of her sins
That would surface time again
Swallowed in the sea, no more to be retold.
By Robminx
Copyright © 2009
She reasoned as a lamb amongst the lion’s
With her gentle simple ways
She would navigate the days
With loving faith in the Lord of Zion
She was covered by his love
Bathed in glory from above
Yet below, in the earth where she resided
Temptations flourished there
Flesh alive to sin aware
Raged a battle for her soul
Her mind divided
Ernest seeking for relief
From the searing touch of grief
That held her, a captive prisoner slave
She then tasted slop of pigs, in pretense that slop was figs
The forbidden fruit in lust her palate craved
Eyes now blind from sin’s deceit
Sightless wandering, her feet
Left the narrow path, and trudged the crooked road
Bearing all her worldly cares, all the ones that Christ did bear
She retrieved, suffering beneath the load
In a moment of despair
She cried out a groaning prayer
In utterance, no one could understand
Except the Savior from above
Filling her with holy love
Cast away her cares
And took her Fathers hand
He embraced her to his breast
Gave her sleepless nights a rest
Traded rusty hairclips, for a crown of gold
And the legend of her sins
That would surface time again
Swallowed in the sea, no more to be retold.
By Robminx
Copyright © 2009
Thigh meet
Okay so I get on a too crowded bus, tired and praying for a seat. I had caught the bus to another area in my town to a park beside a lake to take a breezy walk. The walk was great and would usually energize me, but the sun was so hot, and I didn't have my hat or umbrella or shades. Needless to say my enthusiasm to get out of the house in a hurry was not well prepared. So by the time I'd done my two laps on the walking path around the lake, I was burnt inside and out. I had to wait a half an hour for the bus to come as well. When the bus finally arrived I barely had the strength to climb aboard, but if I hadn't, I would have passed out from heat stroke.
Anyway I get on the bus and find a seat, "Oh joy!" next to 'I really don't care by this time'; But when I sat down... our thighs met. Electricity! We both wore shorts, so it was flesh on flesh contact...um um um. He let out an "ooh" as the expanse of my hips settled in beside him on the seat. His muscular hairy thigh was cool against the heat of my own. He edged over a bit and asked " Are you comfortable?" I nodded my head yes, as I looked into eyes that sparkled like the lake water. This guy was so handsome, I had to catch my breath. "Um hm," I replied and asked "Are you?" "Oh I'm fine" he said, then smiled "just fine now!" I grinned then marvelled at his brilliant smile.
"I like your dimples," he said, " You have a million dollar smile, if I may say so" he blushed. I blushed too. "You may, and thank you for saying so." I responded trying to control my heart beat which had amped up it's rhythm by now. We sat there for a moment, just checking each other out. I flushed with embarassment and looked away. He pressed his thigh against me again, firm yet tender. More Electricity!
I looked up to the front of the bus and realized that my stop was next. I sighed with dread at the thought of leaving this handsome stranger. As I prepared to get up, I awkwardly blurted " My stop is next." looking at him with a sideways glance. "Aw man," he said, like a dissapointed child, "I have seven more stops to go." He leaned over and whispered in my ear, " Please Ma'm, forgive me if this seems forward, I mean no harm or disrespect; but Lady you have the softest skin, and it feels so good against mine." My eyes widened, as my emotions teetered between feeling a bit flattered and uncomfortable, from his straight forward admission. I didn't say anything. I pulled myself up, walked to the back of the bus waiting for the doors to open and set me free. As I stepped off the bus, I looked back over my shoulder, through the tinted bus windows, to where he sat. He looked at me and blew a kiss. I looked away. As I waited for my next bus to arrive, I pondered how your day can make a strange turn, when thighs meet.
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
Anyway I get on the bus and find a seat, "Oh joy!" next to 'I really don't care by this time'; But when I sat down... our thighs met. Electricity! We both wore shorts, so it was flesh on flesh contact...um um um. He let out an "ooh" as the expanse of my hips settled in beside him on the seat. His muscular hairy thigh was cool against the heat of my own. He edged over a bit and asked " Are you comfortable?" I nodded my head yes, as I looked into eyes that sparkled like the lake water. This guy was so handsome, I had to catch my breath. "Um hm," I replied and asked "Are you?" "Oh I'm fine" he said, then smiled "just fine now!" I grinned then marvelled at his brilliant smile.
"I like your dimples," he said, " You have a million dollar smile, if I may say so" he blushed. I blushed too. "You may, and thank you for saying so." I responded trying to control my heart beat which had amped up it's rhythm by now. We sat there for a moment, just checking each other out. I flushed with embarassment and looked away. He pressed his thigh against me again, firm yet tender. More Electricity!
I looked up to the front of the bus and realized that my stop was next. I sighed with dread at the thought of leaving this handsome stranger. As I prepared to get up, I awkwardly blurted " My stop is next." looking at him with a sideways glance. "Aw man," he said, like a dissapointed child, "I have seven more stops to go." He leaned over and whispered in my ear, " Please Ma'm, forgive me if this seems forward, I mean no harm or disrespect; but Lady you have the softest skin, and it feels so good against mine." My eyes widened, as my emotions teetered between feeling a bit flattered and uncomfortable, from his straight forward admission. I didn't say anything. I pulled myself up, walked to the back of the bus waiting for the doors to open and set me free. As I stepped off the bus, I looked back over my shoulder, through the tinted bus windows, to where he sat. He looked at me and blew a kiss. I looked away. As I waited for my next bus to arrive, I pondered how your day can make a strange turn, when thighs meet.
by Robminx
Copyright © 2009
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