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Oceans

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To what depths can love carry you on the expanse of it’s wings? Beyond the shallows of lust? Sinking past the midlevels of like? Rushing towards the ocean floor only to find that it goes deeper still?

Sailing to the ends of the earth in celebration of an indescribable feeling then back again at it’s inevitable demise. Trading that trip though for nothing that can bought or sold.

The end of love is the beginning of a new life, a new set of wings awaiting their first flight. Ready to venture to the depths that only love knows.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

Photo: Cara Moulds

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Be

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This moment is for living. Be engulfed by its warmth, it’s brilliance. It’s magic and singularity will never come again.

Be windswept and audacious, be awestruck and be kind. Make music and cause laughter, make love and be divine.

Ask questions and never settle, be inspired and be an inspiration. Learn when silence is golden and when it’s necessary to be loud.

Do what brings you joy. Take small steps towards big goals and dive headlong into dreams.

Let disappointments become stones to step rather than burdens to bear and look forward to tomorrow but do not lay bets on seeing its arrival.

This moment is for living. Be engulfed by its warmth, it’s brilliance. It’s magic and singularity will never come again.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

Photo: wallpoper

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Perspective

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same space
same time
same wanting
same touch
same kiss
same nibbles
same embrace
same desire
same thrust
same moan
same lingering
same pause
same grasping
same …

he left on 10
{“can’t wait til next time!!”}

she left on 2
{“absolutely never again”}

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

Photo: Josie D. Trudgeon oil painting

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How We Gon’ Get Free

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Chained bodies
Shackled minds
Truths told
Lies accepted
Devastation wrought
Both then, And now.

Systems designed
Oppression in mind
Flight is necessary
Traveling papers are costly
Many aspire
Few obtain
More are caught up
Engulfed by power unseen.

In circumstance
Trapped
Stolen
Herded
Stripped
Caged
Stripped once more
But this time of more than clothes.

Released into a maze
Designed from inception
With no exit in mind
Rejection
Frustration
Denigration
Litigation
And begins the cycle
Once more.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

Photo: @thafyneprynt

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Letters {Number 3}

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My Dearest Love,
Certainly it has been ages since last we embraced; since last we spoke a thousand words without ever parting our lips. I could never have imagined someone having such power to move me that when we are apart I feel as though I’m perpetually standing still.
Ever,
Your Dearest Heart
—- —- —- —- —- —- —-
My Dearest Heart,
Has it yet been proven that emotion also moves at the speed of light? Traversing moments and miles and memories even before we can even wrap our minds around what is happening? Even if there is no science that explains it, I know that it is real.
Always,
Your Dearest Love

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

Photo: @thafyneprynt

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Culture Commentary: A Man or A Message?

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I was listening to the radio recently and there was a conversation about the church ideologically versus the church functionally. This, along with numerous other conversations, articles and general “happenings” have brought me once again to the subject of “the church”.

The early disclaimer that I will insert here is this: I have been in and out of church since I was little. In fact, my earliest memory is falling over a pew and cutting my eye {there’s a scar there to this day} but anyway, I digress.

I share that, not as a qualifier but because I’ve seen a lot go on in and around church. And when I’ve had enough, I drop out. No pomp, no circumstance, I just quit.

And therein lies the rub {and the connection to the original point}. How is it so easy to just walk away from an institution whose primary purpose was meant to be connection?

Is it an indictment against the eclesia? Is it the off centering of my own moral compass? I think it’s an interesting combination or perhaps an intersection of the two.

There are some really great churches, preachers and teachers around who are doing great things in peoples lives and in communities. But for the ones that are doing more harm than good, the impact is deep and lasting.

It seems that the pulpit staff is far more interested in attracting masses and money than providing a message of instruction, guidance and healing. And members seem more concerned about the man {woman} and what is happening behind closed doors than learning, sharing and being a better self.

It is interesting because historically the church has played such an integral role in the lives of individuals, families and communities but today folks can barely share what {if anything} they LEARNED during a service let alone go out and actually APPLY it.

The “church” seems always to have a long list of what NOT to do:

Don’t smoke
Don’t drink
Don’t curse
Don’t fornicate
Don’t take the Lords name in vain
Don’t have abortions
Don’t talk back to elders
Don’t miss choir practice
Don’t miss Bible Study
Don’t forget to write your tithes and offering checks

But when it comes to the DO or HOW-TO list???

Do be sure to pay your tithes and your offering … even if you can’t make it to church.

And while that illustration may not be true in INTENTION it certainly is true by PERCEPTION – just Google ‘why people are leaving the church’.

There is very little character building or teaching people how to be better each day; and as people are hurting themselves and others at an alarmingly increasing rate this should be reason to re-shift focus to a Message rather than a Man {Woman}.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

Posted in creative writing, creativity, expression, lust, Uncategorized

Desire

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You have escaped my grasp far more times than I ever thought I could get so close to possessing you. You have become the story I tell myself on lonely nights and endless days. An indelible part of my life that somehow I crave and despise all at once. It seems so unlikely that I would have fallen for your lines. Yet, there you are crashing through my dreams and here I am wishing hoping wanting lusting begging working struggling to make you mine. Doing whatever I can manage in order to ensnare you. But perhaps that is the problem really. Striving to take possession of a thing that is meant only to be held briefly, let go, and chased once more — ultimately leads to trouble.

And so, again, I am chasing after you.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

Photo: DesktopNexus

Posted in creative writing, creativity, expression, lust, Uncategorized

Questioning?

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How can we continue to let time create this space that is defining us and aging us, chipping apart the timelessness of what we both felt we had found that day?

What has happened to the restlessness of those two spirits once lost, colliding into one another and praising the moment at which they had been found again?

How is it possible that the thing that searched out and heartened to and and bade longingly for just one chance be fading into darkness?

Can it be true or even possible that a thing so solid, under pressure, be reduced to particles floating through air landing dustily in areas unknown?

Is it so easy to lay down the flames once carried, even while knowing that everything they touch will burn away into nothingness?

Will we wake from hopes and dreams and wishes then realize that what was between us, what we once thought was forever, is actually no more?

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com.

Photo: @ThaFynePrynt

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Inside & Outside

The way you say those words,
makes me feel amazing.
So simple.
So deep.
So inspiring.
So much of everything.

The way you say those words,
calls all normalcy into question.
This is the way to speak.
This is the way to touch another’s soul.
This is the way to make someone a believer.
This is everything.

The way you say those words,
is clouds wrapped in sunshine.
Smooth as liquid silk.
Hot as melting chocolate.
Full as just rained rivers.
Open as the most vast plain.

The way you say those words,
is enough to send me sailing away.
Looking forward to the very next time you say:

“Hey you…”

In that way that only you can do.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com