Know Your Position!



I use to be one of those women who always wanted to make herself known in a relationship. Known to other women, that is. You know- young, dumb, & ready to knock a bitch out. The thirst coming off these broads nowadays are ridiculous, smh. This is the age of social networking, tablets, bbm's, computerized voicemails [yes, you can have a totally different number/ voicemail on your pc rather than an actual phone]. & you would think that a 'woman' would respect the fact that you are listed as 'Wifey' in all of the above.

0_o NOT.

I have become victim to, 'Why is this bitch calling you 'boo' on your facebook' to the 'it's 10pm, why's your friend calling you so late?' It got to the point where I realized these GIRLS lack morals. I know where I stand and WHO I am. The AUDACITY of me to question those things. A woman's love for her significant other goes beyond petty fights, checking phone bills, snooping through emails, etc. When you have substance, a brick FOUNDATION, nothing nor no one could ever discredit what you've built. It's pure;- genuine. This is what woman need to get back to- KNOWING YOUR POSITION. Be that woman who is secure & confident- sleek, but knowing. A woman is so caught up in assuming wrong doings of the man she LOVES, that she allows others to decide her fate. We, (as in women who believe in  Monogamy),have to keep up the momentum of long, lengthy, healthy relationships!!! What happened to courtship, developing love, marriage, and family? Let's understand this gift that God's given us- the gift of nourishment. Believe in forever, and it will be.

"Postulated that monogamy, as an institutional union of two persons being in love for one another, is an embodiment of ethical personalistic norm. That norm requires treating a person in a manner appropriate to his or her essential nature. Only monogamous marriage can create adequate context to fulfill it - i.e. to make possible truly human love between two persons.

^-Karol Wojtyła in his book "Love and Responsibility"

-recklessstill.2011

[Throwback] of the Week!

Whitney Houston "I'm Your Baby Tonight"

circa: 1989

Soul Defiant

Love yourself first, everything else comes second.

Concrete decisions, never second guessing.

Stressing or denying, are they telling the truth or are they lieing?

I'm comfortable with me, I have Soul Defiance.

I power walk through struggle,

Jogging steadily through pride;

Sprinting towards my future

in which my new becoming resides.

Brick winds against all of my sins,

but in the end who really wins?

Soul strong enough to deplete unhappiness

in which they beg to differ-

for they have no life and I have no tolerance for the unlively.

Voodoo doll replicas are created to slay

my significance, my truth, my love, my today.

My soul belongs in bottles sold to those who lack character. . .

then again you could never be me, why bother?

When conversations exist, my mouth bleeds substance

& you're lost. A hopeless cause. Why do you pretend to listen?

Chin so high like stoners at 4:20.

Colors too vibrant for your RayBans.

I'm Soul Defiant. 

You. Can't. Break. Me.

-RecklessStill.2011

[Throwback] of the Week!

TLC "Ain't To Proud to Beg"

circa 1991 

No Subliminals

                                          

[the thoughts of LOVE broken] :

"Uncertainty still; after all of these years

broken faucet leaks as do my tears.

Am I broken? Or just plain fed up?

time took notice to the broken hand in my watch.

BUT I LOVE HIM MORE THAN ANYTHING!

This feeling has to stop!"

[lesson 101]

Take the time to taste before you shove it down your throat

don't tend to get obese on love;

(this is the time you start taking notes)

Feel your way to the core of his break

enter through grapevines, try and clip the thorns

a beautiful disaster willing to be reborn

Stay secured for a little while, seep throughout his being

No harm needed repeated, so much has been done

You can see him miles away, but feel him inches deep

He got you sayin, "Oh my god, what have you done to me?"

Life is obstacles; some in shackles, most in lace

stand still so that he may concentrate. . . Exhale.

You can cause damage together in the presense of them

They can take it how they want to, but seeing is believing to him

And it's him who you serve, tied up against your will

& 'THEY' is so subliminal, so fuck a Jack & Jill.

Fuck a Bonnie & Clyde, ride out like Mickey & Mallory

and no, this isn't a typo; zero fallacies committed.

I'm wit' it, if you're wit' it.

-RecklessStill.2011

[Throwback] of the Week!

After 7 "Ready or Not"

circa 1989

[Flashing Lights]

Living black and grey,

but painting her life in neon's;

it's a must she puts up this front

in order for others not to prey upon.

Words being made up in her brain,

yet flows through her mouth without a thought-

she makes things better than they may seem,

giving no chance for her reality to erupt.

Utter destruction kills her slowly,

maybe if she believes in happiness it shall be-

but if she continues to shelter her unconscious sinner

no one will ever again believe.

Does she even bleed? Or spew purity?

Will this girl cry wolf again?

Can she nurture the fact she lives with 'black'

and 'neon's' are imaginary friends?

She walks amongst concrete

truth hidden, lies exposed

as if she lives multiple lives,

before I was blinded by the brightness of her neon's

now I can see through her disguise.

OPEN YOUR EYES AND LET HONESTY RESIDE.

-RecklessStill.2011

MY NEW TATT! (#4)

& yes, it hurt like a bitch. Wouldn't recommend getting a tattoo there AT ALL.

But it's definitely worth it <3

Just Maybe...



Can I have you for the day?

Until day becomes night,

letting our parachutes expand as we jump planes in elevated flight.

THIS IS OUR TIME.

no pocket watch,

or second guessing who's mine.

My step has became more anxious

as our souls connect & intertwine.

Coloring outside the lines;

pink grounds, purple skies.

Our eyes surpass past lies

learning and growing

yearning to subside.

SHE IS I.

soaking in the misty brown pools of your eyes

In love or lust, pain or triumph

either way I'm hypnotized.

I AM YOURS. YOU ARE MINE.

-RecklessStill.2011

Throwback Wednesday's!!

Method Man "Judgement Day"

circa 1998

Paper Thin.



Upscale your mind and throw your immature ways out the window.

You are comfortable living on your pedestal, yet drunk in your existence.

Your life will suffer if you never choose to hinder your faults.

But truth will reveal the real you, so what are you so afraid of?

Beneath your cocky and confident exterior

Is an individual who lacks morals, motives- far from superior.

You are not who you set out to be.

I can't nourish you;

 but I'll forgive you.

Your circle continues to feed the beast; I for one am not amused.

In all it’s glory, you lack in couth.

I feel for you, but ahead of this nonexistent truth.

Refusing to be apart of this plastic link, I break free.

I secure my own clasp.

Recharge your battery pack, screw your head on tight

Walk with a mission, step as if in flight.

The sooner you’d realize you’re worth more than what you’ve become.

Is the day you can consider me a friend.

Upscale your mind and throw your immature ways out the window.

-RecklessStill.2011

Throwback Wednesday's!!

Monica featuring Treach
 "Ain't Nobody"

Nutty Professor Soundtrack

circa 1996

EXPOSED.

I write to express; spreading my lips to speak

Pen to paper- some exposed, some bleak.

Freak of nature, cousin of sincerity

Sister of reckless behavior, mother of gentility.

Raw in it’s flesh, sugar through my veins

Spicy walk amongst Boston blocks that a certain man deems to tame.

Fuck a lame- I despise the envious,

Does my character displease?

Jaw dropping, neck breaking demeanor

Reckless sexy with ease… feel me?

I am SHE, woman of all trades

Tongue sharp like blades, reminiscent of high top fades.

I conquer territories with authority;

Something like a vivid love scene in HD

WATCH ME- FUCK T.V.

I’m me- forget who you perceive me to be.

I’m me- forget who you perceive me to be.

Reckless still, ask about me.

-RecklessStill.2011



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Throwback Wednesday's!!

 Every Wednesday a new throwback will be featured! If any requests, don't hesitate to ask*

Shai "The Place Where You Belong"

circa 1994

Still Running.

Running out of time,

Can't catch my breath

Watching the hands on the clock

(Tick tock)- when can I rest?

Pressure building in my bones

I try to cheat so I slow down

Thanking God this isn't the ocean-

Because I sure enough would drown.

You run to achieve and conquer-

I run to persevere.

Who knew I would feel this helpless

My body's run down after all these years.

I hate when I can't keep up

So I push my body until I crash

I hate that you don't notice

I hate when good goes bad.

Still running, still in the game-

The audacity to think I'd lose

He's absorbed in my pores as my sweat drips down,

Wiping my brow is something I choose not to do.

I realize I'm running alone

& he's reached the finish line

The audacity of HIM to think I'd lose

I just ask for your help next time.

Still Running...

-RecklessStill.2011

Love Lost in Translation.

Sometimes I wake up with no other desire but to make you miserable.

Other times I awaken to compassion, understanding- the man I fell in love with.

Is there a countdown to how long you can tolerate a person? How far you can stretch a relationship? My silent screams are starting to bleed through my pores... I despise that someone has this much power over my being. He gives me the world while taking the oceans and bed of greens. I am not this person who settles for happiness Monday  through Friday, 9 - 5. Living a nightmare in my own home, I even hear the walls cry. Meanwhile my floors are dampened with our tears. It's so easy for him to smile and forgive me, making amends as I stand; tongue raging with explicits. I don't want to feel this way anymore- broken without a cause. Is this what we've become? Disheartened? I've lost my voice of reasoning with love. It is a give and take and I refuse to make this black market trade anymore. Give me love in a pretty velvet box, straight off the shelf.

Give me a kiss without the tastes of poison. Give me your heart without the discolored and charcoal filing. I cannot question my future with you anymore... just as much as I can't picture it without you. We need a resolution for this love lost in translation.

-RecklessStill.2011

Playground Talk.

As I sit & reminisce about all the boys I've kissed

I feel a sense of serene.

Because all of those boys were merely just toys

and everything in between.

To know I have a man;

more than just a sloppy kiss

skinned knees and broken hearts.

The type of man who's name I would write in my notebook

Surrounded by tiny hearts.

As time would pass, I'd patiently wait

to grow into the woman I know I could

He releases his grown heart into my blinded mind

and I pleasantly remind myself that I should.

Ever since then- no guilt has remained

for I am done with this playground love.

I'm surrounded by the doubtful who's own hearts are merely frightful

of being shown what a real man does.

So that does not taint nor turn my back away

from a hopeful future with a prince

because I've kissed many frogs

and through and under it all

I've been done with the boys ever since.

-RecklessStill.2011

Flaws & Everything in Between.

Your feet stink. Seriously though- you leave your filthy socks on my freshly cleaned floor as they sit in their own stench.

So I manicure his feet, buy his foot powders & crisp white socks.

I deal.

You tell me I clean like an OCD patient;

I tell you take notes.

& you sweep & mop the floors...
 Guess it's give and take.
Leave your socks on the floor you've just cleaned.
Teamwork.

Time is Money.

When you're on time, money ALWAYS follows suit.

Let's walk in the building 24 hours prior...

& get this money together.
Building.

This should be the 11th Commandment...

PUT THE TOILET SEAT DOWN!!

I smile and shake my head as I type this,

but laugh out loud at the many times I've 'fell' in.

*Sigh*, the many signs that there is another human being amongst me.

A man... my man.

I've surpassed the minor flaws and moved onto the PURPOSE.

The kisses on my neck, the breath on my brow as we sleep, his conversation & smiles.

A perfect imperfection in the many little things I might over analyze.

Flaws & everything in between.

-RecklessStill.2011

Secondary.

This is just a short poem about the women who strive for a love that just may not be relevant. Being Secondary is NEVER an option.

Reckless Still.

How dare he believe

in a world full of deceit-

that I would ever be complacent with being secondary.

I wait for a call; a text even, but he stalls

and I start to develop a thirst.

but i know in my heart, he's a man who may lack

the ability to put me first.

So does this make me tolerant of being half loved?

Am I still a woman? Will I ever smarten up?

Can he imagine a future with his match?

Or will he keep me in his pocket, keeping me bounded like his cash stack.

There has to be more, I've invested too much in this now!

I'm lost and confused- I just have to be found, saved even...

He deserves this love just as much as I.

Right?

Does he deserve the sound of my voice when HE decides to call?

Or my clothes scattered amongst his hardwood floor?

A title is what I want, something to do is what I've become.

He's soon to feel my thoughts because i'm definitely second to none.

How can a woman ask for something that may not really be there?

I talk of him while second guessing if i'm even a thought during his day...

This isn't what I signed up for.

Secondary just isn't me.

-RecklessStill.2011