Soulmates... Please Read

In our quest for happiness we must be sure that we don't settle for a
playmate when God has a Soul mate waiting for us. Sometimes this is a
hard distinction to make. Playmates are tricky. They are so much fun to
be with that even the smartest of us will be fooled into thinking this
has to be our Soul mate. Worse yet too many of us attempt to make a soul
mate out of a Playmate.

The danger of this is that later, after years of playing, we will meet
our Soul mate, but it may be too late. We may have already made a
Lifemate of our Playmate and created life-long bonds (emotional,
children, etc.).

Alternatively, we may have been hurt from playing so hard that we are in
no shape ourselves to be anyone's anything. How can we distinguish
between the One, and just another one? First, we must be open with
ourselves about who we really are and what our soul yearns for. Only you
and God know what is truly in your heart and mind.

Only you know what will make you truly happy and whole. In order to find
your Soul mate you have to know you, first. You must be willing to
listen to that inner voice. Moreover, is that voice telling you that the
nerdy person you enjoy talking and sharing your thoughts with, could be
him? What about that friend who is always willing to go the extra mile
for you when no one else will. Oh no! He's too short or too tall,
balding or too hairy, and on and on? Just too ordinary looking for me!

GUYS............

Then there's that girl who makes you feel so special when you're around
her, but she doesn't match that ideal you have conjured in your head.
She's too tall, not slender enough, not light or dark enough, not
shapely enough, not attractive enough, and on and on. She just couldn't
be for me! Therefore, what if he or she doesn't look like Shemar Moore
or Halle Berry.

Don't push away someone who is right there in your face, someone who you
think you are not good for, but you never asked them. Is the next person
going to treat you like the jewel that you are?

Not only that, his or her soul and yours will commune in ways you never
imagined possible! In order to heed that voice, we have to put on the
back burner our own superficial thinking. Could it be that your inner
desire is for a truly genuine person with a good heart? If you enjoy
playing, stay on the playground. There are plenty of Playmates out there
to occupy your time.

Nevertheless, don't spend too much time playing or you may play your
life away. Eventually the playing loses it appeal and your soul begins
to crave a deeper, more meaningful connection. Your soul begins to crave
your Soul mate.

Never make someone a priority when all you are to him or her is an
option......

A Ghetto Christmas

A Ghetto Christmas


'Twas da night befo' Christmas & all in the hood,
Not a homie was stirrin cuz it was all good.
The tube socks was hung on the window sill,
And we all had smiles up on our grill.
Mookie and BeBe was snug in the crib,
In the back bedroom, cuz that's how we live.
And Moms in her do-rag and me with my nine,
Had just gotten busy cuz my girlfriend is fine.

All of a sudden a lowrider rolled by,
Bumpin' phat beats cuz the system be fly.
I bounced to the window at a quarter pas',
'Bout ready to pop a cap in somebody's ass!

I yelled to my lady, Yo peep this!
She said, Stop frontin' & just mind yo' bidness.
I said, for real doe, come check dis out.
We weren't even buggin', no worries, no doubt.

Cuz bumpin' an thumpin' from around da way,
Was Santa, 8 reindeer and a sleigh.
Da beats was kickin', da ride was phat,
I said, "Yo red Dawg, you all that!"

He threw up a sign and yelled to his boyz,
"Ay yo, give it up, let's make some noise!"
To the top of the projects & across the strip mall,
We gots ta go, I got a booty call!"

He pulled up his ride on the top a da roof,
And sippin' on a 40, he busted a move.
I yelled up to Santa, "Yo ain't got no stack!"
He said, "Damn homie, deese projects is wack!

But don't worry black, cuz I gots da skillz,
I learnt back when I hadda pay da billz."
Out from his bag he pulled 3 small tings,
A credit card, a knife, and a bobby pin.

He slid down the fire exscape smoove as a cat,
And busted the window wit' a b-ball bat.
I said, "Whassup, Santa? Whydya bust my place?"
He said, "You best get on up out my face!"

His threads was all leatha, his chains was all gold,
His sneaks was Puma and they was 5 years old.
He dropped down the duffle, Clippers logo on the side.
Santa broke out da loot and my mouf popped open wide.

A wink of his eye and a shine off his gold toof,
He cabbage patched his way back onto the roof.
He jumped in his hooptie wit' rims made of chrome,
To tap that booty waitin' at home.

And all I heard as he cruised outta sight,
Was a loud and hearty.....
"WEEESST SIIIIDE!!!!!!"