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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

A Woman's Worth. Wasted. ©

The darkest nights
Endured with the wrong friends
Doing the unthinkable
Just trying to be relevant
Spending
Time with another one
Who don't deserve the investment
Giving up her best
For a taste of that green blessing
Hoping that it'll materialize
Into material things that'll ease the pain
A feeling born from making
The intimate a familiar thing
And though she ain't dancing on a stage
She may as well be
Cause the way she's treats herself
Has stripped away her self love and dignity
And she don't believe
That she deserves more
So she pretends to be comfortable
With being labeled a whore
She acts cool
With being 'that bitch'
But that creates half a whole
No amount of money can fix
And though she rarely alone
She's always lonely
Cause the 'I love that ass'
Is a love that's so phony
And besides that
They only call when they horny
And with none of 'em
Can she plan her life
Cause most of the dudes she with
Already have wives
So they go once they come
And she's left alone at night
Clinging to her pillow
Knowing something ain't right
And not being able
To stand the sight
Of what not who
She see's in the mirror every night
A woman she remembers
She use to knew
Who dreamed that love came with affection
And not a "G'bye" after each screw
And as she thinks about it more
It twists her up inside
'Til she can no longer hide
All those tears inside
And they stream down her face
One by one like a race...
And I wish she could see
How special she truly is
But even with that full figure
She's really just a kid
And she really needs help
But she can't see that for herself
And she just can't seem to grow
So she stays killing herself slow
Until one day
She decides to hit the gas
No more being 'that chick'
No more trading stuff for ass
So she takes a bottle of pills
And then lays lifeless on the floor
She use to think she had it all
But deep inside she wanted more
She wants to be loved
But she thinks she can't find it on earth
So her light is wasted
Snuffed out
Cause she never knew her worth

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Sunday, September 9, 2012

Mark Sparks. Acapella. © (Music Video Clip)

This is what happens when a writer (who enjoys singing) is asked to pen a song for a singer who enjoys being late to our studio sessions.
Thank you for pressing play and listening.
Bless,
M.

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Friday, August 24, 2012

"With a heart ready for prolonged battle she..." © (#LearningToLove)

"with a heart ready for prolonged battle she raised her head & lowered her guard. She knew that in him she had met her match. She knew that within his heart dwelled the real estate in which she yearned to live forever.
The moment his eyes met hers it lit something within his soul. Something primal, something extraordinary, something new. She was beautiful, he thought, but he'd tasted all sorts of beauty before. This was past carnal, something greater. A seed planted in the earth of the garden of his very being. He walked over to her with a single intention, whether he consciously knew it in that moment or not, he walked over to unite himself with her. Forever.
"Hello." He said with a simplicity that shocked him.
Before she responded she closed her eyes & took a deep breath, allowing his scent to gently stroke her insides. She imagined his hands, his lips tracing every goose bump on her body connecting them one by one with an invisible cord likened to the one drawing them together. She opened her eyes a moment later, which to her was an eternity, wet her lips and smiled a warmth in his direction that could not be mistaken, "Hello."...

Learning To Love.©

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Thursday, August 16, 2012

"You Can't Hurry Love"... Or A little of the little I've learned 'bout Love. ©

At the end of any relationship we're left with two questions, though we get so stuck on one that we often forget the other.
1. Why did it not work?
2. What did I learn (about myself, my needs, my boundaries etc...)?

Once upon a time I fell in love with a woman. So much so that I asked her to marry me. Despite things my friends, family & sober self would call "red flags" I pursued her & her heart anyways. Love is blind.
Through good times & bad I was faithful, open & vulnerable. At least to the fullest extent in which I was capable at the time.
Fast forward to now. Happy, healthy, loving my life, pursuing my dreams and single.
So what did I learn?
I learned about what I'm willing to accept and what I'm never willing to tolerate.
I learned that I'm pretty complex in a simple way and that sometimes my simple ways aren't so to those outside my Elk.
I learned what is important to me in showing me 'Love' and one of those things is my partners ability to articulate the same. I learned that I enjoy eating grilled cheese sandwiches in little chairs that are waaaay to small for me. I've also learned that sometimes walking away is the only option we have - even when we do still care.
And most I've learned that Phil Collins/The Supreme's were right and that "You Can't Hurry Love."
Honestly, you can't. "No, You just have to wait," I mean "Love don't come easy, it's a game of give and take."
Movies fool us. Love is not like the movies. Thankfully cause most don't last past 2 hours.
I also learned falling in love is the easiest part cause new love is exciting and fresh and takes little work ('cept when we wooorking, youknowwhatI'msayin'?!) but love, Real Love (sing it Mary) takes time. Even though I really Love her, Real love you just can't hurry.
With wide open eyes and a wide open heart that's what I've been blessed to learn.
We'll see how long that lasts...
Bless,
Mark

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