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Sometimes. Always.

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If all is fair in love and war then we most certainly know who is winning and who is taking the “L”.

It goes to the notion that even though you treat me like “sometimes”, you expect that I should treat you like “always”.

To justify less than glorious behavior you tell lies and weave fabrics rich in hue and comfort.

Though full of life when properly defined, from your lips, those same words are rendered meaningless.

How skillful and talented and wholeheartedly invested you are in the ability to be nearly anything but a bearer of truth.

Meanwhile you plot and plan and sulk and bemoan and deliberate all the ways that I can become more.

More perfect. More gorgeous. More dedicated. More sated. More full on those empty calories that spill from your very being.

At the center of it all though is less. Less dignity. Less honor. Less character. Less realness. Less reason to remain.

Indeed, it goes to the notion though, that even though you treat me like “sometimes”, you expect that I should treat you like “always”.

When in fact, never again.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com.

Image: Vas

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Lost & Found

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Searched for inspiration.
Having found none,
moved on.

Searched instead for creativity.
Which, being evasive,
caused distraction.

Decided to seek motivation.
As perhaps,
it was the better place to start.

Made great strides.
Found great words.
Painted beautiful images.
Remembered to always begin … at the beginning.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com.

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Darkness

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Awaking to the hushed sounds of midnight filling the space of one thousand promises:
“I will love you always”
“I am here for you always”
“I want to share my life with you always”

But as the sounds of morning crest with the horizon the space is filled with one thousand truths:
“Love” is {constantly} changing.
“Here” was subjective {to you}.
“Life” {together} has an end.

Always, is a fantasy.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

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Moments

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There are some moments that are so filled with emotion that no amount of loud or quiet or peace or logic can ever set them free. The feelings that are so real as to nearly take on a life of their own. They wake, un beckoned, steering our thoughts towards a precipice of desire ending at a destruction that all at once leaves us whole, yet, in pieces. These moments are for the living and when not lived, gnaw at our innermost selves as doubt, regret and longing. How peculiar we are to rather choosing longing over losing at the end of a well lived moment.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

Image: Karen Gunderson

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Letters {Number 40}

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My Dearest Love,
Recently I found myself absentmindedly sitting and listening to ticking of the clock. Its steady pace and lulling rhythm make it so easy to forget what is actually happening. Each tick, each tock build up and up and up until they explode into eternity; etched in forever.
Patiently,
Your Dearest Heart

—- —- —- —- —- —–

My Dearest Heart,
It is never easy to give away something so precious as love. It is as if you are giving away a very real, very tangible part of yourself. The care it takes just to bundle it up is enough to cause the sincerest of doubts. And of course, once it begins it’s journey, there is no return to sender.
Ever,
Your Dearest Love

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

Image: @ThaFynePrynt

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When They Reminisce Over You

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As we dress it up, add color, remove stains; the past takes on a peculiar beauty. It is still as the eye of the beholder would see it but if shown to others it would not be recognized as actuality.
Perhaps this is what is happening to YOU, about me.
I AM me today. And although I was me yesterday, and days and years past, it is not the SAME me as today.
Denying a person’s PRESENT truth is perhaps the best way to let them know that you do not care. Thinking of THEN, layering it on NOW for the benefit of your beautiful dream serves good to no one.
Being unwilling to make today ABOUT today is evidence that perhaps the PAST is all that you deserve TODAY.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com

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The Daily

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It’s so impressive how busy-ness can so swiftly and succinctly take you off course. After a “busy” week I’ve realized that four days have passed without a single post! {the horror!}

And it’s not just that I haven’t posted but I only *finished* two creative “thoughts” in seven days! It’s interesting to undertake this personal challenge of writing here every day because I realize just how easy it really is to set aside personal pursuits for necessary ones.

This dis-pursuit brings all those self-help and how-to pieces into greater perspective though. Notions such as time wasters; creating and committing to priorities; and setting aside time to follow through are all necessary to being {or becoming} successful.

I will do better!

And so ends today’s random thought-burst.

Copyright © 2014 Tamika Brown and TheFynePrynt.com.

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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