This is It, Ready for Love

--IA--
I am ready for love
Why you hiding from me?
With a wink, nudge, and shove
A hint for you to join me
--IA--

--MJ--
It is clear in my heart
That you're very near
I have played out my part
To me you're so dear
--MJ--

--IA--
I am sensing your spirit
With each breath that I take
With each action I feel it
I can't make a mistake
--IA--

--MJ--
Tell me your story
And I'll lend you my ear
You speak with glory
With no doubt or no fear
--MJ--

--IA--
This truth that he speaks
It spreads o'er lands
Such havoc it wreaks
Making both foes and fans
--IA--

--MJ--
You should stay, by my side
By the laws you will abide
Take my hand, lead the way
I will listen to all that you say
--MJ--

--IA--
I am ready for love
Won't you please take my hand
I reached out above
Knowing you'd understand
--IA--

--MJ--
It is you that I think of
As I lay down my head
In my dreams you did linger
As I rose from my bed
--MJ--

--IA--
I was ready to rise
With you by my side
As I opened my eyes
With happiness I cried
--IA--

--MJ--
Reaching out my arms
Falling down to the floor
Sounding the alarms
On knees I did implore
--MJ--

--IA--
Possess a pure heart
Be a radiant light
Join the line at the start
Get ready to fight
--IA--

--MJ--
This is it, here I stand
Knowing you surely understand
I am here, here and now
It is clear as I take my bow
--MJ--

--IA--
I am ready for love
Both the joys and the pains
A broken winged dove
Perseverance remains
--IA--

Couldn't Have Stated It Any Better!

As I sit here and listen to India Arie's "Ready for Love" -- I realize I couldn't have stated it better so I might as well make it a part of my blog...

I am ready for love
Why are you hiding from me
I'd quickly give my freedom
To be held in your captivity

I am ready for love
All of the joy and the pain
And all the time that it takes
Just to stay in your good grace
Lately I've been thinking
Maybe you're not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for
Cause you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow
I'll say the same thing

I am ready for love
Would you please lend me your ear?
I promise I won't complain
I just need you to acknowledge I am here

If you give me half a chance
I'll prove this to you
I will be patient, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respects the spirit world
And thinks with his heart

I am ready for love
If you'll take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach
And do the best that I can

I am ready for love
Here with an offering of
My voice
My Eyes
My soul
My mind

Tell me what is enough
To prove I am ready for love

I am ready


**When I am ready to explain in my own words, I will post my own blog post -- my words -- nothing but the truth in artful expression.

Open The Door

Light shone directly into mine eyes
Fresh breeze brushed by my feet
Although inclined to run
I remained facing and felt the heat

The call had been raised, the trumpets blasted
My ears became keen to the melody that sounded
Although seeming to be in the distance
In an instance I was pleasantly surrounded

Amidst the intense heat
And the incredible beat
Content with my destined feat
I slowly took my seat

Immersed yet aware
I slowly bowed my head
And listened to the words
That had to be said

With the words as my guide
I arose and walked in the very direction
My destination seemingly clear
But indeed a mighty misconception

End of the journey presented a door
The road was to never come to an end
It was clear there was to be much more
Messages to send and services to tend

The necessary ardor
Head raised
A pinch of faith
Lips parted ways

Feeling as if
I could almost soar
At the top of my lungs
Screamed "Open the Door!"

Hiatus

You came, you witnessed, you saw
Nothing at all, your vision has not one flaw
The emptiness blatant
The message latent

Appearing blank, lonely it stood
Statement frank and understood
Busy was an easy cover
For the thoughts that truly did hover

The hazy fog beginning to clear
The lazy blog writer is sincere
Her words confident yet humble
As she attempts to neither stutter nor fumble

If time had been allowed
And rhyme been read aloud
Accent would attract the ears
And words inspire the peers

But alas the time is now
Let not the writer take her bow
And leave, but allow her to speak and listen,
Believe, and let her spirit truly glisten!