The Fyne Prynt

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Reality

Posted on January 29, 2014January 29, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

You are luxurious and lovely and kind
Magnificent in all your ways.
Filling me with feelings never before known,
Wrapping me in the generosity of your being, the fullness of your spirit.
Making me forget about all that have come before.

You are luxurious and lovely and kind
Magnificent in all your ways.
Traveling the roads of endearment
Venturing deeper into waters of like, lust and desire
Becoming a part of every unfocused thought.

You are luxurious and lovely and kind
Magnificent in all your ways.
And with each passing day and every endless moment
I simply cannot wait for you to move
Out of my dreams
Into this reality.

Photo: We Heart It

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Every Time

Posted on January 28, 2014January 28, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

If every time was like the first time, would it be bitter or sweet? Would it lift you up or knock you down to your knees?

If every time was like the first time, would it be as a dream come true or a nightmare from which you beg to wake?

If every time was like the first time, would it be the beauty or the beast. Would you brag about it to any who would listen or just the very least?

If every time was like the first time would you rush in headlong? Would you hesitate for a moment? Wait for the next song?

If every time was like the first time, would you change it? Perhaps a better story to tell? Make it seem as though it was much more?

But if every time was like the first time, then you might miss the fullness of this time and the next time would likely be the last time.

Photo: Pew Internet

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Where I’m From

Posted on January 27, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

I come from a long line of beautiful women. Although it is true that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, my eyes have seen these women and know that they are the epitome.

Some of these women I know, others of them I have never met outside of my imagination or in the pages of a book or magazine. With rich hues and spirits the color of the setting sun – I am entranced by each one.

I come from a long line of beautiful women who live the words that “life and death are in the power of the tongue”. From distant places they come to me whenever I am in need; I don’t even have to ask or plead. If I am feeling lonely , I feel their warmth, their love.

When I am going astray I hear their words of redirection and I can only reflect on the fact that I am glad someone prayed for me.

My mind, my body, my soul, are wrapped in the comfort of these beautiful women. I come from a long line of beautiful women but I realize that I must stay on the journey that makes me a part of their legacy – their empire …

… a beautiful woman.

Photo: Jackie Parvati “Bembe Do Mercado”

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Kiss

Posted on January 26, 2014January 26, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

Lines
Curves
Fullness
Flavor
Secrets
Lies
Treasure
Knowing
Wanting
Always
Yours
Mine
Ours

Photo: PsdFan

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Inevitably

Posted on January 25, 2014January 25, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

It begins
…. how wonderful!

It flourishes
…. how grand!

It tenses
…. what was I thinking?

It widens
…. who are you?

It ends
…. inevitably.

Photo: The Movie Title Stills Collection

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These Walls

Posted on January 23, 2014January 24, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

It is behind these walls that the story unfolds, that the words were shared and the lies unfold.

It is behind these walls where she spent her days, wondering when things would be better, wondering when things would change.

It is behind these walls that good was given, bad was taken and mess left in the wake.

It is behind these walls that the dreams dreamt were forever left behind, smoldering and dying.

It is behind these walls that better days seemed to be an illusion, a far off place, destined for those only by fate chosen.

It is behind these walls he considered from which there was no escape, only hopes to hope and useless words to taste.

It is behind these walls of the mind that bait and trap, set us up and force us to believe, that we will never be more than the smallest of these.

Photo: Susan Epps Oliver

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Perchance

Posted on January 23, 2014January 23, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

I pushed on the door absentmindedly
I was walking out
He was walking in

Looking down I didn’t notice him until I was upon him
His battle suit was freshly pressed ready for the wars of the day

I looked up
Our eyes met
I smiled
He smiled on his lips and his eyes
I said “Good morning”
He said “hey”

I was walking out
He was walking in

I wonder if he thought of me today

I wonder when he realized that I wasn’t who he thought I was

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My Life: In Six Songs

Posted on January 21, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

Recently, NPR proffered a bit of a challenge: “If you could tell your life story — chronologically, up to now — in six songs, what would they be?”

I was intrigued and so, I gave it a shot. This isn’t necessarily a story in the traditional sense but it takes a LOT of thought and creativity to represent your life in six measly songs!

I wouldn’t say that mine are necessarily lyrically literal but these songs capture the essence of my life up to now …

Southern Girl – Frankie Beverly

Got To Give It Up/Party – Marvin Gaye

I will Survive – Gloria Gaynor

Brown Skin – India Arie

A Change Is Gonna Come – Sam Cooke

Crave – Gareth Asher

I would love to hear yours!

Photo: WFMU

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Culture Commentary

Posted on January 20, 2014January 20, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

Ok. So I was really trying to un-see this tweet from last week but the more I tried to not think about it, the more I thought about it.

I’m hoping with all my heart that this person {late teens, female, non-POC} was just trying to get a rise or response or just acting out of boredom.

I’m hoping.

Since that post I’ve seen many, many other things that have given me pause and made me scratch my head a bit. I know that like religion, we should never ever ever ever bring up race in a discussion. It’s a “bad” word, right up there with the best swear words.

However, I remain troubled. From Madonna hashtagging a picture of her son using the N word, to some of the rather disgusting comments about Richard Sherman after the NFC Championship game because of his behavior, it seems like more than ever we NEED to talk about race.

I don’t pretend to be so naive as to think that this society will ever be kumbyah. Ever. But there are SO many stops on the journey prior to that place: knowledge sharing, conversation, question asking, understanding and respect to name a few.

Racism and other race issues are not simply a problem for POC but for ALL of us. If we never discuss it, then how do we move past it? If we never teach racial or social justice, how will people know to make a different or better choice before purposely harming someone {physically, emotionally, psychologically}.

Because as this young lady reminded; like so many learned behaviors, the act of racism is indeed a choice.

So let’s start by making some better choices. Even if no one knows but us that we made it, every better choice is a better choice.

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Falling

Posted on January 17, 2014 by The Fyne Prynt

If pride goes before the fall, what then, before the pride?
Did too many say too much?
Did the words meant only to lift, cause soaring flight instead?
Was vanity a better bargain than the full cost of staying true?
Did the warmth of the spotlight cool the desire for authenticity?

If pride goes before the fall, what then, before the pride?
Thoughts
Whispers
Murmurs
Yells
Screams
Resonating, drowning out reason

Falling.

Photo: Jon Ben Photography