Lisa C Writes

"I would lay down my life and give it all away to save you". These are the words, my dear friends, of the man that I chose to say "I do" to many years ago. His courage was one of his most attractive character traits. I thought that I had died and married Mel Gibson in Braveheart! By the way, it still is to this DAY one of the best freakin movies I've ever seen. Yes, I AM THAT GIRL! Whip out your sword and save me...LOL!  You couldn't tell him nothing, and I dared not try when he was set on doing something that I was terrified to do. I learned early on that manifesting your desires works! I wanted a man like Mel Gibson in that movie. I wanted a man who would fight 'til the very end to defend my name and honor. I wanted a courageous man, one who would stand up for me and kick some royal ass when the time came. And he did! It's just like what Jay-Z says in his rhyme about doing the necessary so don't let the necessary occur. It went somethi

    I grew up thinking that Life was this BIG BAD WOLF to be afraid of. I believed that I needed to be afraid of it because if I didn’t it would SNAP my neck in two when I wasn’t looking. What a load of CROCK!! Yes, crock to be quite frank! I learned that Life was always going to be a good struggle, one that I could always count on to let me down. I grew up believing that I was always going to have to fight my way through, everything and everyone. I was conditioned to believe that I was always going to be broke and disgusted, and that Life was just not going to amount to anything else but a huge bowl of “sh*t on me”. What a miserable way of looking at Life. Can you relate? Does this sound like familiar programming/conditioning that you experienced? One of the best things that could have happened to me was realizing that this was my way of seeing/looking at Life and that I had the power to change my point of view. From that point on Life became a breath of fresh air and I des

As a mom with who has a 12 year old son, my heart aches for Tameka Raymond's loss.  In my own way I'm sending light and love to her and her family.  When I heard the news of Kile being brain dead it was a few minutes after my son asked me to go outside and ride his bike. I couldn't help but feel the fear come over me wanting to call him back inside the house where he would be "safe". He wanted to go out and ride his bike, that's all. He wanted to go out and play and have a wonderful time being free to do so. I wanted to give him permission to enjoy himself - all of this without the fear that something could happen. Isn't that the reality?...Something, anything can happen as our children are just being children, enjoying themselves in play. We as parents always want to know that they will be safe, that nothing will happen to them, don't we?  I couldn't and wouldn't allow my fears to control me in that moment so I left him to ride his bik

Laying in the bed, I watch you get ready for work.  It's something I enjoy doing, much! And as I do, I begin to face those challenges of you leaving, again. Not wanting you to leave but knowing you have to go,  Trying to find the strength inside to appreciate both. You're looking around now. Where is it, you ask. I pretend not to know what you're looking for, only to keep you home just a little bit longer. Ok, ok...you're getting a bit more frazzled than I would like to see you. It's under your pillow, where you put it last night. You stop, look at me, smile, I smile back. Gotta go, gotta leave you now. But before you do, you hold me and kiss me...just one last time. Copyright © 2012  See more poems HERE!