the debate… HOW TO LOVE PART2

Recently  I’ve begun exhibiting the first signs of what ‘doctor’ calls  “Drugcoholic Dementia”.  Its basically dementia caused by alcohol and drug consumption. According to him, it was the cause of my recent personality change and the fits of memory loss. I know it sounds bad but worry not my friends I’m not dying yet. Truth is I’ve always known I had problems you know… but little did it occur to me that my love – hate relationship with drugs and alcohol was the cause not the solution.( Problem Post)

I mean all this wouldn’t have happened if I didn’t go to Prince’s house for shisha. If my memory serves me well, it was one of our jam sessions and everyone was there, Melo, Abdoulaye, Terry, I mean everyone… It was an usual night with non stop alcohol and a thick scent of hashish and weed circulating the room.

The jovial atmosphere was intensified by chatter, debates and laughs. Of which I was part, until a sudden darkness overcame my sight. I wasn’t sure what was happening because I could still hear the noise around me, but sadly I could do nothing about it.This went on for another 30 seconds or so,

  Then it happened…

listen as you read

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The darkness crept away  and surprisingly I was no longer at Prince’s house. I was  behind a tinted glass watching a group of people…  Where was I? What happened  to my friends? Before I could ask the next question, I realized one person looked like me…

Wait all of them did .They were all me.

They had different tags on their jackets and they looked like they were having a debate. So I decided to listen closer with the hope of finding answers to my questions.

“My People listen to me!!!!” screamed the uglier and bigger me. I chose to call him the bad me. Suddenly, there was a quick silence….

“… an imposter claimed mad-love’s only experienced when our only nightmare becomes  waking up alone in a world where our soulmates are no longer ours… Where they cant kiss us anymore in a way that sends sparks of electricity swimming past the currents of our excited body vibrations. 

To him, how to love shouldn’t be dictated yet he lectures us with messages on how to love…  Truth is, love’s only a success when there’s a few failed love stories…  Besides aren’t we too young to know love, why then do we have high expectations on how to love? I believe rather than qualify love with titles like husband,boo etc we should let love be the exciting unexplained feeling we get to enjoy at a specific  moment.

They say its better to love and fail rather than not to love at all, but if that was true I wouldn’t be drinking this alcohol. Why can’t love just go back to the basics and not be what people say they pick up at first sight but what they get to enjoy after the first sex…

At this point several  personalities like confused-glen, heartbroken-glen, depressed/psycho-glen,and flirty-glen applaud ….

 Be honest, wouldn’t you like to be worn inside out, by someone,anyone that makes you wet  like you sweating  out a fever. Wouldn’t you love to be treated like the lady you are but in bed like the animal within you? Wouldn’t you love to be touched, caressed and romanced so hard but yet so gentle that hand prints are left on your derrière? Wouldn’t you prefer not to be told “do you love me” either as a question or a reply?

As soon as he says this, the whole room jumps applauding…  

Surprisingly, one person isn’t applauding. It looks to me like shy glen, the very one who inspired the very first how to love blog. (How to love)

He stands up and screams WAIT… !!!

The whole room stops and turns. Then suddenly my vision brightens to max and after a few seconds I hear the chatter and laughs again. But this time, the joke’s on me. Word is, Glen passed out from drinking. Maybe doc. was right, maybe I should stop drinking.

But then how can I? Shy-glen might be in trouble…

a suivre…

How to Love

Love, love mmm..

Love is friendship set on fire,it is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired. It is an act of endless forgiveness, which just like war, is easy to start but hard to end. It is that feeling you know you are experiencing when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. As sweet as it sounds, Love isn’t perfect it is just the best option compared to the other alternatives that include not loving.

                     

I am not a master in defining what love is or isn’t… To be honest I’m just a not too tall black kid from NDG with a message. A message about how Love should be experienced, shared, and practiced from a different point of view.

Uh hum…  (clears throat and looks up to heaven as I light my first Stick of California’s best Larry OG)

Please to further appreciate the message I indulge you to play some some Soul -music in the back ground as you read. ( I suggest this one if you cant find any on time… :))

 

 

 

            That said sit back, relax and enjoy and let me love you…

 

 

 

 

I was told if you can make a woman laugh, you can make her do anything…But does Anything really matter if that “anything” isn’t what you want her to do?

Its funny how some girls leave us men to go kiss frogs because they are looking for a prince… In a Frog!!! I know I may be high but how many frogs will you kiss before you find a prince? A real one? 

I know I am no poet nor scholar but just give me a chance to undress you to the nakedness of love… Pure Love.

You always said don’ tell me you love me show it… Me voici donc, Let me in so we can be together in love’s private chamber. Sitting there eye to eye as I make love to your existence and further entangle ourselves in the colors of each other’s energy.

Forgive me, I may be too direct but my ghetto butterfly feelings flew away from me….

 

 

Thats why I tell it how it is Ma… Right now I just want to lose myself inside you until  you find me and confine me to the freedom of your prison. I want to experience, share and make love to you, my soulmate…Shh Don’t talk just let us exist in this same space and time.

 

(sits quietly for a second and listens to the jazz kick in… PS make sure you have Jazz playing behind if not you wont enjoy it)

This mini silence is to hard to take in because the more I sit and wait for my ghetto butterfly feelings to return, the more I want to drink the sweat of your intellect and feel your light passion nuzzle the insides of my neck. I wonder… How does it feel to make love to your soulmate? Yes I said it soulmate. Even gangsters have such thoughts.

“I bet it feels like writing poetry till climax… till the point and place where space and time match. Oh yes thats when we cross the line and stay together until your thoughts slow grind with mine. Before I continue to caress the Sights of your presence with no question… Just tell me wouldn’t you like that?”

 

I mean, I lived a life afraid to tell the people I loved, how much I loved them because I was scared to get hurt. But then I realized that you don’t have to love someone because they’re perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they’re not. As I grew older I realized that there are three things can’t be hidden: coughing, poverty, and love. As much as we try to hide our love for others, one way or the other it often gets noticed. Sadly, since love isn’t perfect, to love and be loved takes time, effort and patience. However it is worth the hustle. So rather than fight love… Give in. Learn to understand, share and appreciate love (regardless of what type of love… love for family,races,friends, etc.)

So I will ask’ you again now, tell me..
Would you like that,
Wouldn’t you want to experience mad love 

the type that makes your only nightmare be waking up alone in a world where your soulmate is no longer yours…

A world where he/she cant kiss you anymore in a way that numbs your lips, and sends little sparks of electricity swimming past the currents of your excited body vibrations.

Wouldn’t you like that?

I guess not but I rather you be silent and think about it while our spirits masturbate to the fond memories… 

If Love had a voice this is what it will say…

“you deserve it all.”

You deserve the happiness, the sadness, the crazy sex, the arguments, the fights…

… Everything.

This just to say yes love is painful pleasure meant for all but really enjoyed by a few.

WHY?

IDK… but if I really had to answer, I’ll say it is because we are impatient in making decisions. I mean if you make decisions based on your emotions alone, you will be quick to fall in or out of love. To be honest let nobody dictate who,when,why and how you love someone else but then remember I’m no expert on this matters. Maybe Im just the biggest hypocrite of 2015 with a message on how to love.