IS THIS FEELING MUTUAL?

You knew when I said I wanted to be a friend,
I was only trying to get to know you, I really wanted to be a lover that will stay till the end,
You knew when I sent you diamonds, pearls and flowers,
I wasn't just tickling your fancy, I was trying to get your attention, so I can rain my love upon you in showers,
So baby, cut to the chase, and let me know if this feeling is mutual or not,
For as much as I know, and I really know, my love for you is like a blazing fire, so red and hot,

I buy you clothes, rings and earrings, take you out on dates and give you lifts,
On your birthday, I send you cards, roses and gifts,
I'm really not running a charity organization, neither am I trying to be Mr. Clause,
So, girl, please tell me what your heart is feeling, so I could decide my next move; to press play or pause,
'Cos I'm like an archer on a mission, your soul is my target, and the Bull's eye is your precious heart,
I want to establish with you, a bond so strong, we can never be torn apart,
So girl, please quit dilly-dallying, cut to the chase, and let me know if this feeling is mutual or not,
For as much as I know, and I really know, my love for you is like a blazing fire, so red and hot,

I'm ready to die for you,
I'm ready to be there for you,
I'm prepared to take a bullet for you,
And I wouldn't mind catching a grenade for you,
And when I do, I wouldn't throw it back,
I promise to always have your back,
You are beautiful both on the outside and in side, I think you are the one for me,
And I have a feeling that within your heart is a place I want to be,
But baby, am still confused as to what your mixed signals say,
So please cut to the chase, and lead me unto a clear way,
And let me know if this feeling is mutual or not,
For as long as I know, and I really know, my love for you is like a blazing fire, so red and hot,
I've proven my self and it now depends on you...

Copyright Lysious. All Rights Reserved.

TWO OF US TOGETHER...

Life is never fair,
Sometimes it hurts us so bad and leaves us bare,
And even in our best strides we still break down and cry,
It is perplexing, a puzzle to which I do not have an answer, so don't as me why,
But, baby, in the midst of our struggles, and troubles,
One thing is guaranteed-if we stay together, just the two of us by each other, we would make it through every hustle and bustle ,
'Cos with you by my side, I will survive,
And with your presence in my life, I will always keep hope alive,

My dearest, I thank you for loving me,
Thank you for believing in me,
Thank you for accepting me with my every fault,
And forgiving me when I fell short,
You picked me up when I fell, and gave me a second chance,
You answered when I called, even though I broke your heart in the first instance,
So now that my life is being jostled by life's storms,
And I almost sinking, loosing my form,
I'm asking you to please stay with me, 'cos two of us together, make an unbeatable team,
And with you by my side, I know I would make it to the end of the tunnel and catch a glimpse of victory's beam,

For I remember when I first met you,
You told me all you wanted was a man that would love you for you,
You were ready to abide with me through the honey and the money, to be my one and only,
And you were prepared to remain with me when it gets tough, and I'm left lonely,
But when our paths crossed, I had nothing to present,
I was optimistic, but my poverty was more realistic, so true love was my only present,
And on the day of our anniversary, I couldn't buy you diamonds and pearls, but you didn't mind, you knew it will only get better,
So, when every one else saw bleakness in my future, you saw a glorious picture, bigger and brighter,
And when I finally rose to the top, I turned around and behold you were by me,
But now that the going is getting tougher, all I'm asking is for you to remain with me,
As you have always done,
For I know that with two of us together, standing by each other, the victory will be won.
I love you.

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LOVE IN WINTER...

Snow flakes falling,
Cold winds blowing,
Trees and leaves, dried and wilting,
It's Winter, and every one seeks the warmth of Summer,

But as I look around, the roads covered in white,in a pile,
Cars stuck in the snow, trying to wad through the white, to the next mile,
I am reminded that sometimes, like Winter, my life becomes cold,
Sometimes the flakes of troubles and struggles leave me shivering and cold,
Baby, it's at such a time as this that I need your love,

I need your love in the winter of my life,
When the blizzard and snow storms of hardship and challenges descend on me with strife,
When I am trying so hard to wad through the pile of fallen "snow of slowness", and I'm stuck,
When in the process of my motility through the unpaved path of my life, I hit a rock,
When every one else seem to have left me in the cold and loneliness of my Winter season,
Baby, I would need you to keep warm and strong as I press on with reason,

So, this is my proposal: please be bye me in the Spring of my life,
When all around me is green, clean, and blossoming; and I'm looking so alive,
Continue with me when my Summer comes, and the heat of things set me on a glorious adventure,
When there is so much joy and celebration in the air of my life, and all I see is a bright future and a sunny picture,
And please don't desert me when my Winter comes and I'm stuck in the snow storm of challenges,
When my progress slows down, my green turns to brown and my clean becomes dirt, and I can't make any changes,
Please be my Love in the Winter of my life,
Keeping me warm and strong, helping me stay alive.

WHAT MATTERS MOST...

So sharp like I'm blade, popping in my shades, clothes so "designers", looking very nice,
Living very large, my mansion on a 16-acre expanse, cruising in my Porsche, my life sweeter than sugar and spice,
A money hero, writing checks with a whole lot of zeros,
Money so "many", I have it many, this is not funny, like the capital of money, I conquered poverty like Cairo,
But in the midst of all of these, I ask, "Are these really What Matter Most?"
Or is there more to life than these?

For I rather be the hope of the helpless babies,
Than the titillation of desperate ladies,
So, I ask again, "What Matters Most?",
To expend money selfishly on myself, looking like I'm straight from GQ magazine,
While others roam the streets with nothing to eat, not even a dime?
To rule a the top, not considering those at the bottom, basking in the fame and power I now possess,
Forgetting where I once was, while others gifted and talented like myself , waste away without a chance to show their prowess,
I want to be on radio,
Ruling the airwaves, like a king of the stereo,
Yes, I want to be on T.V,
Own my own show like Mrs. Winfrey,
I want to be a media mogul,
Be the people's idol,
So I work very hard, never staying idle,
But then I pause to ask, "is that What Matters Most?"
Or is there more to life than these?

Would I exchange my soul for wealth,
Living life without a single thought of death?
Would I exchange high ratings for bad and degrading content,
Would I tell the people what they want to hear and not what they need to hear, with intent?
Would I fold my arms and watch many die unfulfilled without realizing their full potentials, ever?
Would I rock designer shoes, while many walk bare-footed in the hot, scorching sun of the summer?
And yet I say, "I'm living the dream"
Would I live in a mansion, totally indifferent to the others plight,
While many lie out in the cold of the winter, with no shelter in sight?

Really, What is it that Matters Most to You?
The fame, the wealth, the accolade, and the acquaintance of a powerful crew,
For I realize that when we are faced with death,
Our lives hanging on a thread, we are almost out of breath,
Then all the things on which we lay utmost importance, become irrelevant,
All the materialism unto which we hold with tenacity, becomes insignificant,
All we become concerned about is our soul,
To make it alive becomes our only goal,
It tells me that above all the fading materialism of this world and the vanity of our mortality,
Is our soul, our final destination and eternity,
So, I ask; when the curtain is drawn, and your work here is done,
And you appear before the almighty, what shall be your story; What Really Matters Most to You?

HOW BIG IS GOD?

As I reminisce about some of the old Christian songs we sing,
I'm reminded of one that says "we serve a very big God",
But as I consider the lyrics of that song, within my heart I could hear a thought ring;
A God that created the heavens and the earth must be a very big God,
So, here goes the question, "How Big is God?",

When I consider the depth of the Atlantic and the width of the Pacific,
As I look across the Himalayas, and gaze in awe at Mt. Everest, within me, a feeling is specific;
It's a feeling that leaves me awe-struck, and amazed,
Then I stare into the vegetative complexities of the Rain forest zones in my mind's eye, and I become dazed,
Just immediately, that thought is re-awakened-a God that created all these must be a very big God,
And the question remains, "How Big is this God?"

After much meditation, cogitation and contemplation, there is a revelation;
Within me as to how big this God is, the glory of His might has filled my comprehension,
The purity of his personality, and the mystery of his divinity,
Is beyond the realm of man's mortality,
Did you get the picture yet? Stay with me,

He is a God so big, he holds the sands of the seashores in the palm of his hands,
He is a God so big, he measures the span of the firmaments with the breadth of his hands,
A God so big, he sits on His throne and yet the whole world is before him,
A God so big the seas and waters are parted by the blast of his nostrils,
Yet, some still ask, "How Big is God?",

And I tell them, this God is so big, he is at every place at the same time, so I call Him Omnipresent,
He is so big, that even the mysteries of science to Him are simple, so I call Him Omniscient,
Listen, this God is so big, his more powerful than the most powerful, so I call Him the Omnipotent,
In case you are still asking, "How Big is God?",
Look no further, for here is your answer;
This God of whom I speak turns the gigantic forest trees into dancers,
As they sway from side to side by the wave of his hands,
Ah! This God is so big that the hills and the mountains respond in one band,
And mother earth quakes, when they hear the sound of His voice,
But, my joy about this God is that in spite of his size and might,
He still hears me when I call in the middle of the night,
He still dwells in the body of an infinitesimal me, by His spirit,
He still loves me and cares about my soul and spirit,
He still hears me when I call, and picks up when I fall,
Now you know that this God is big enough to fill the expanse of the earth with his presence,
And yet wonderful enough to occupy the small space within my entity with His spirit and presence,
Hallelujah! 

WHAT'S LOVE?

As I considered this beautiful thing called Love,
And how people are quick to say, "I Love You",
Without knowing what it means, or what being in love would involve,
I am inspired to share my thoughts on this subject with you,
So, I ask; What's Love?

Is it lust or "lost", is it infatuation, passion, deception, or may be titillation,
Is it a mere feeling, or an inner excitement, sentiment, a carnal embodiment or a sexual embellishment,
Is it a one night stand, "a forever stand", a short term stand or an entirely impossible realization,
Is it only a fairy tale, fading fantasies, unrealistic day dreams or an ephemeral excitement,
What really is this Love?
Is it true, real, godly, divine, heavenly and sent only from above,

Well, after much cogitation, after much meditation, and after much contemplation,
I am awakened and enlightened as to what this Love really is and to its true description,
For once, it is not lust neither is it "lost", it is far from infatuation even if it may start as infatuation,
It could be a true passion, but it is certainly not deception for it doesn't wear a camouflage, and it is not an instant titillation,
It is not a one night stand, no, not at all, it is certainly a "forever stand", for it lasts forever if it is real and true, And in a misinformed and ignorant world like ours, this Love is still a possible realization-this too, is true,
Love is not a fairy tale, it is not a fading fantasy or an unrealistic day dream or an ephemeral excitement,
But this Love is true, it is real, it is godly, it is divine, it is heavenly and is sure from above-this is not a fallacious inducement,
To make you accept this concept, but a beacon to lead you along love's true path,
For true love is selfless, sacrificing, it is giving, it is considerate, it would die for its own, and remains even on a difficult path,
Need I say more? True love is not selfish, it is not proud, it doesn't hurt its own, it is always there and ever present, it is all these but lust, and infatuation-it doesn't lead on a deceptive and destructive path...
So, the next time, you feel like saying, "I Love You", be sure you understand what you are saying and mean it.

N/B: What's your thought on love, let me know as we draw closer to this Valentine's day...

Copyright Lysious 2011

ALL SHE WANTS...

I hear brothers sometimes, complaining about how their ladies are too demanding,
They talk about how they demand gifts, jewelries, attention and even pampering,
So some brothers these days no longer pay attention to their ladies,
They don't pay attention to their needs and feelings, and even when they buy gifts, it's so they can get a taste of their bodies,
So, there is no longer sacrifice or compromise in a relationship these days, neither is there true love,
What a Shame!
But as I contemplated on this scenario, a thought struck me,
And a realization was awakened within me,
It's a thought and a realization which I find to be true with every woman no matter her likes, dislikes or preferences;
That sometimes, all the woman wants is a simple compliment, that tells her how beautiful she is,
Sometimes all she wants is a simple "I love you", telling her how appreciated she is,
Sometimes all she needs is a long passionate kiss on her lips, telling her how loved she is,
Sometimes all she desires is a tight hug and a close hold, through the night, telling her how comforting and satisfying her warmth is,
Seriously, sometimes that is all she needs, instead of always demanding for sex and whining about how demanding she is; think less of yourself and more of her for once, and see how wonderfully that would work for your union,

When was the last time you called her, "honey",
When was the last time you laughed at her jokes even though they were not funny,
When was the last time you bought her something special when she didn't ask for it, or it wasn't her birthday,
When was the last time you served her break fast in bed and wished her a blessed and fruitful day,
Really, when?
When was the last time you really listened as she talked about how her day has been,
When was the last time you looked her in the eyes,  told her you loved her, and even called her your queen,
When was the last time you rubbed down her stress as you massaged her, while running the bath for her,
Brothers, a woman needs to be appreciated, made to feel loved and told how much she is worth,
She needs a man who is ready to "buy" and preserve her love no matter how much the cost,
Really, sometimes it is not the money, not the flash or the cash, the glitz and glamor that she needs,
It is just a man who thinks more of her and less of himself-that brothers, is all she needs.