Music

The Beautiful Ones... There'll Never B Another Like U!

I've been in a writer's slump for some time now. But today my lyrical world was rocked. Prince is one of my most favorite artists of all time and his death shook me up in a way I wasn't quite expecting. I don't often get emotional over people I don't know, but Prince laid the sound track for most of my life. The creativity and musicianship he embodied greatly inspires me. Music "moods me" and Prince knew how to set my atmosphere with many different moods. Whether it was Funk,
Jazz, Classical, or Blues, Prince was able to tap into all of those genres with ease. He played multiple instruments extremely WELL. He wrote, produced, arranged and performed some of my most favorite songs of all time. I won't even begin to list them because I probably wouldn't be able to stop...there's just that many. His genius spanned multiple decades. Decades! He was still making music and building a lasting legacy at the time of his untimely death. He was only 57. Which brings me to how I was unexpectedly shook.

You make me so confused
The beautiful ones
You always seem to lose.
— Prince Rogers Nelson

Today I was compelled to write. When I got home from work, I went into my own personal archives and looked back on some of the things I've written over the years. Now that was some good 'ol motivation! Sometimes, life has a way of stifling creativity....if you let it. This week I've been reminded that I can't continue to allow that to happen. On Monday, a dear family member passed away. However, she left behind people whom she poured into with immense love and "Joy". Prince leaves behind a phenomenal catalog of music and people who will never forget how his music makes them feel. (And let's not forget the vault of music he's yet to even release....I really hope they find a way to share it with us!) It made me think about what I'll leave behind. What will my legacy be? Who have I impacted, and how? Death visited me this week. Although I'm sad, I'm also glad that it is the death of my stagnation as it relates to pursuing my passionate purpose of creating. What will I create? You'll have to stay tuned to find out.

Rest in Peace Joy Rubin and Prince Rogers Nelson. You will be truly missed!

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I want to leave you with this. A poetic piece I wrote in 2008 after a special night of being serenaded by Prince. Oh to be fly on the wall that night!

I'M A CAPTIVE AUDIENCE

The intrigue that is you

Dates itself

And travels back into time

In your world

I didn’t really exist

However your entry into mine

Should be labeled a crime

The mere presence of you

Stole my attention

Moments passed

Days gone by

Months and also years

A memory thought to be forgotten

But in the blink of an eye

It reappears

Curiosity still reigns in my spirit

A wondering oh so deep

Is it possible to come and go?

And come and go

And come again

My heart’s palpitations

Hardly even skip a beat?

Finding your way into my dreams

Affecting my subconscious

Yet keeping my reality in a bind

Tapping into my wildest fantasies

As if you’d read my mind

You and all of your allure

Lingering

Idly standing by

Ever so cautious and patient

Savoring every second’s high

Subtly seducing

Causing even more attraction for sure

It’s an enduring itch

That wants to be scratched

The desire extremely pure

Trying intently to redirect my focus

Not even acknowledging anything’s there

Except when I get around you

I wish I could help it

But I can’t

So I start to stare

Looking beyond your exterior

Pit-stopping at your soul

It takes everything in me

To show restraint and self-control

It’s a high stakes game we’re playin’

I know you see it

As observant as you are

Unable to hide what’s in plain view

Upon each and every encounter

I yearn to arrest

The intrigue that is you!

© 2008-2016 LyricLL Expressions - La Donna L. Lewis

I Belong to Him

Dear Hubby,

I woke up singing Marvin Sapp's "I Belong to You" this morning. It made me think about my relationship with God and how for years it has been and will always be THE most important relationship in my life. But it doesn't mean I don't think about you and your presence. In fact, I had a chat with God about you....

I began talking to God:

"Lord, is that why you haven't sent my husband yet? I know they say you can be a jealous God. Maybe in that way you might want me all to yourself. I'm sure it would be difficult to give me over to someone else. But Lord, all you have to do is give me to someone who loves YOU just as much as I do. That way it's a win-win for us all. You will have gained and put two people together that increases the love they have for You exponentially (our offspring will no doubt be included in that equation). And in addition to that, your immense love for us will be shown in how you have created us and caused us be together to not just love each other but love each other how YOU love us. I'm getting even more excited now just thinking about it, Lord.  To have a husband that encourages me to draw even closer to you! How awesome that will be! Can You imagine it Lord, to have a son and daughter display YOUR love to the world! Simply beautiful!"

My conversation with God was truly the desire of my heart and it has been for some time now. However I just don't recall ever having a conversation with Him about this topic, out loud as if He were standing right there listening to me ramble on. And even though I couldn't see Him, He laughed, I'm sure. But it wasn't a "yeah, right" kind of snicker. It was a, "you've made a good point" kind of contemplative chuckle. The most important part of this conversation is that both God and I know without a shadow of a doubt that I belong to Him first and foremost. He will allow my heart to be given to you if He can trust you with it.

So "Dear Hubby" of mine, when you do finally arrive, I pray that you've had a similar conversation with our Father. As long as He comes first in our lives, our relationship will most definitely be worth the wait!

Signed,

Your Cuddly Conversationalist