SomeOne Greater than LoVe???

Amazing it is to love!!

—and you shall fall underneath my rainbow

in cowering cold,

and, I, your heart, will bid you no harm,

keep you from harm,

harm protect you from—

that I may one day roam the earth with you

‘til the stars buckle from that amazing quake of

the feelings that I do feel for you.

You my light. My northern star.

I wish there was a list, a score, even, that gets detailed and tallied and given, from god, to every individual, as a reminder or memento of all the beautiful things that have been said of our efforts during our lifetime.

I’ve been emotional since I woke up and RaVeD last Thursday about how horrific my day went. Last night, at work, was just as bad. I had to reset my passwords AGAIN, which took forever, they made me stand up all night an open the envelopes, which is totally degrading of a chore, and when it came to actually prepping, I was thrown off balance with having to do everything else; the password resetting, the opening, the worrying about making rate, IF I could possibly still make rate. When the Leads came by to pass out the work EVERY ATM they gave me was fat with cash. And to a Prepper, which is what I am at work, too many cash envelopes can destroy your rate and slow you down. I prepped about a 160. VomiT!

I’ve been seriously involved with 3 men….*cough*, *cough*…ahem…I’ve been serious about 3 men (which is the more honest of statements); one of whom I don’t speak of, another of whom I won’t speak of and then…there’s RomiE, who I articulate everyday. What I would like to say in homage to Jerome is that, after my Second husband, who I won’t speak of, I toast my glass in Rome’s favor being it that I didn’t believe I could ever be loved as much by any man again… and to my surprise my Brown Baby has Loved me something awful! Thank you.

But, onward and upward!

My D-man, and I didn’t mean to make this post out about love, but out of love my D-man, who is unfathomably infatuated with McLyte renamed me, in her honor, SunLyte. That was DaRRyL’s way I saying, I Love Ken.

The prettiest thing that I believe I’ve ever heard, and there’s been an adequate enough list to choose from—husband two, actually, was in the lead for a long time running with his suave voice and talent for making everything vocal sound beautiful, I remember one time in particular, him, husband number two, staring at me, and we were face to face, close proximity, maybe on the couch, I was probably in his arms, and as if the epiphany had just lit the bulb over his head, he looks at me and admits to say, Ken, you are one Beautiful Black Boy.

There’s this other guy, who has remained, for years…(several), on my list of Favorite People to Sleep With, that invited me to spend the night at his place after not being able to see each other in ages. We were all roached up in the bed watching a movie and we start roughhousing, tickling each other, popping pillows across the room; the preludes to sex. But he grabs my arms and draws me in for a hug. A serious hug. An “I miss you” hug. He’s kissing me on the ear and in between kisses he says, Do you, kiss, know, kiss, what I missed about you? kiss—and I’m not taking him seriously, I laugh a little, I figured he was gonna something kosher like my crotch so to appease him I ask what, what could you possibly miss about me?—and in a very serious, very solemn tone, he kissed me again and said your energy.

I was strumming through the net the other day haphazardly fishing through blogs and I came across a friend of mine’s page that I didn’t know existed. I didn’t know because he didn’t tell me. On his Blog he links to several different sites all of which he is fond of, as well as feature two links in his BlogRoLL entitled, The Faces of Loves. Since I hadn’t clue that this page was even alive, I didn’t expect much when I clicked the links in the RoLL; first link:

• Soy Sauce & Pork Rinds: A Man’s Voyage of Self which belonged to Walter Kimora Lee White and the second:
• SomeOne Greater than Love belonged to me.

It makes me wonder what other beautiful things are out there that I haven’t heard or won’t find because its not linked to anyone’s page. It begs the question, Really, someone greater than love???...Me?

And I think what knowing or hearing or seeing these random acts do is reinforce the positive, reinforce the light. There are people who like me, there are people who love me. I don’t think I would’ve considered myself as someone greater than love; I have too many bad days at work, I shit too much. Someone greater than love in my mind doesn’t shit. But I’m honored that my mind doesn’t supply the majority.

The poem above was written under the dynasty of my “first husband”, whom I don’t speak of…he doesn’t know it exist.