Reevaluate

All relationships should be based on loyalty. We all need to trust that the people you open yourself up to will catch you before you fall, or at the very least pick you up and dust you off when you do. We have to learn to be good to each other. Reevaluate. -LolaBee

Be Still

The most productive of good is to sit in the absence of mention, other than your own mental reflection, giving place to your physical surroundings and significance of being, without opinion or contrary action.

LolaBee

Journey

I just don't like certain thoughts entering my head
but its life...I'm accepting whatever it is that I need to do to
get to where I'm going and to leave behind who and what needs to be left behind....


 I'm still searching for that inner peace that I need to dwell
within me permanently...things and thoughts usually throw me...but then I
come back from that dark place I start thinking about things a lot deeper...its a process but
I'm patient...


Inner peace is something that you achieve, it is not received.

-LolaBee

Because some of us can be real condescending, smart, dumb motherfuckers

Intelligence Is Overrated: What You Really Need to Succeed - Yahoo! Finance

Going Out

I think that its so sexy when a man picks out your clothes and then watches you get dressed in it....anticipating the final touch right down to you applying lip gloss in the mirror. And when you glance up at him in the reflection..you witness his awe and admiration....

-LolaBee

Rocket Love

I knew someone that loved this song. You can only appreciate it if you knew the lyrics....or if you've ever been here....or if you are there now....I saved you a seat.
"Rocket Love" (By Stevie Wonder)

Do Do Do, Do Do Do, Do Do Do, Do Do Do
Do Do Do, Do Do Do, Do Do Do-oo

I longed for you since I was born
A woman sensitive and warm
And that you were

With pride and strength no one would test
But yet have feminine finesse
And so much more

You took me riding in your rocket, gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
down to this cold, cold world
Took me riding in your rocket, gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
down to this cold, cold world

A female Shakespeare of your time
With looks to blow Picasso's mind
You were the best

Your body moved with grace and song
Like symphonies by Bach or Brahms
Nevertheless, oh oh

You took me riding in your rocket, gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
down to this cold, cold world
Ooh you took me riding in your rocket, gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
down to this cold, cold world

Da Da Da, Da Da Da, Da Da Da, Da Da Da
Da Da Da, Da Da Da-aa

The passion burning in your heart
Would make hell's fire seem like a spark
Where did it go

Just why that you would overnight
Turn love to stone as cold as ice
I'll never know

But you took me riding in your rocket, gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
down to this cold, cold world
Baby you took me riding in your rocket, gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
down to this cold, cold world

Cold, too cold, you took me riding in your rocket, gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
down to this cold, cold world
Oh, Oh, Oh, took me riding in your rocket, gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
down to into this cold, cold world
I would not do that to a dog
Took me riding in your rocket, gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
down to this cold, cold world

You took me riding in your rocket, gave me a star
But at a half a mile from heaven you dropped me back
down to this cold, cold world

Ooh baby

Rocket love

(I think I love this song....)

Beauty Of It All

A thorn hidden
blood trickles down my 
fingertips
as I smell the rose
and admire the beauty
my mind tells me to let go
because it hurts
my senses beg for the scent 
so nice
despite the thorns
as I continue to grip its
stem of reality
I lick my wounds 
and switch hands
getting pricked once more
the petals begin to fall
as I continue to inhale 
what is left of the aroma
I confused with love
but is nothing but a lustful scent
I inhale in desperation
as the last petal falls
leaving the bud
of what was once admired
leaving the thorns
closing my eyes and imagining
what was
which is no more
in my mind
I remember the beauty of it all 
I remember the smell of the rose
I drop the naked stem
and reach for another rose in bloom.

-LolaBee