The Deenah Stone Chronicles

Beyond The Horizon

2010-06-17T21:13:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time there was a handsome king living in a magnificent garden with his beautiful wife

They enjoyed stunning sunrises and breathtaking sunsets together

He spoke to her heart with abundant love and dedication

Her beauty wasn’t obvious like the fine gold-trimmed China sitting on the glass shelves in her dining room cabinet

Nor did it resemble the blooming sunlit flowers in the well manicured garden outside of her bedroom window

Her beauty was more like that of a wild animal, untamed and unmanaged by societal norms

Yet men found attractiveness in her uncluttered face

void of frosted red cheeks and over glossed lips

Internally craving external beauty she never discovered inside of her

tears stayed welled up in her eyes

like a fountain overflowing from one too many pennies

and one too many wishes unfulfilled

One day this woman found herself beyond the horizon comforted in the arms of a man whose beauty escaped him too

And although he was dedicated to her happiness and lavished expensive and thoughtful gifts at her feet, he was unable to speak to her heart with the richness of her true king

Let Go My Ego

2010-06-06T00:29:00.000-07:00

All of these women reaching for the same man

He pokes out his chest

loving the attention

of a woman he found crying between the shadows of old tall brick buildings

named for former city mayors who had forgotten about her plight

a familiar project whore looking for light

in the form of a man

some armored knight to lift her up

and take her three children with different fathers farther than the linked chained fences and worn out patches of grass glooming outside of her window

opening her legs blinding men in the tunnel of her self-neglect was her style

see she had lost respect for herself, her children, her neighbor

a black spider lurking in murky room corners looking for light

in the form of a man

some deep pocket to fall into

someone to screw

All of these women reaching for the same man

He pokes out his chest

loving the attention

of a woman he found between stacks of books in a dusty library basement

calling attention to the glasses she wore between classes, first class, middle class, upper class

a debutante snob looking for light

in the form of a man

some wise king to reign over her

and take her social consciousness to heights beyond the words on pages in the books she read while sitting on manicured lawns and benches in the park

All of these women reaching for the same man

He pokes out his chest

loving the attention

of a woman standing on the beach within arms reach of the coconut tree

staring out at the ocean and feeling the breeze of Oya swaying giant palm leaves

a spirit child looking for light

in the form of a man

some nurturing God to enlighten her

and move her feet when the weight of the world on her shoulders caused her knees to lock

frozen and unable to travel forward

Loving the attention of these woman
He pokes out his chest

Enter The Bedroom

2010-02-12T15:10:00.000-08:00

Undress me slowly
let’s slip between the sheets
let’s let our thighs meet and greet
each other in peace
and love
let’s rub
oil
all over
my breasts, your chest
soft caress
slide your hands up and down my back
let’s take our time tonight
discovery
discover you
discover me
uncover you
uncover me….
use your key
to unlock the door
between you and me
laying in each other's arms
Talking, Staring
Daring
To
Begin this journey to the center of the heart
To wrap ourselves in each other’s souls
Talking, Staring
Daring
To
Love
(c) 2009

After A Long Hard Day

2010-01-20T11:31:00.001-08:00

After a long day of work you open the door of your home to find a single white candle burning in the middle of the dining room table.
He catches you checking out the bottle of red wine sitting on the counter-top, “I know it’s been a long hard day.”

He grabs the wine and glasses, escorts you to your seat, “I want to make it a long hard night.” As he helps you slip off your hose, he massages your feet, taking much care with each and every stroke. Your eyes roll back into your head thinking, his fingers are too soft for a man his size.

pictured: Actor Djimon Hounsou

A New Friend

2010-01-14T14:35:00.000-08:00

You’re minding your own business when this man walks past your store. The only reason you notice him is because he’s walked past at least three or four times with eyes that seem to crave your attention. So, you let your eyes meet his asking, “why do you keep walking past the store?” His only response is, “Honestly, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and your energy kept pulling me back.”

You give him that look that says, “PUUUUHLEEEZE.” But he continues, “I’ve been watching you in the distance and was trying to figure out a way to come in and say hello. A beautiful lady like you has to be taken, but I just want to be your friend.” So, do you take a chance and add a “new friend” to your roster or do you tell him you don’t need another “friend.”
pictured: Actor Gbenga Akinnagbe

A Stale Mate

2009-12-06T09:13:00.000-08:00

It was a beautiful beginning. Remember the steak and lobster dates with splashes of fine wine and great desserts. You never saw the bill. His pockets were deep. Then there were the long evening walks on the warm sandy beaches. Nights you thought would never end. But most memorable of all could be his thoughtfulness. He wanted to make every day special for you.

So five years down the road you ask where did all that go? Because now - to him, walking on the beach seems like a daunting time-wasting task. Dinners out are deemed unnecessary expenses. And every day seems to echo the day before –a monotonous routine of rolling over toward opposite sides of the bed. What you have here, my dear, is a stale mate. Like bread festering in the corner of the breadbox waiting to be fed to the ducks at the nearby park – stale.

Things can get stale when they sit for too long without attention. But just as the ducks find nourishment in the crumbs, so will someone else looking for the crumbs of your mate. They just want SOMETHING, just like the ducks they will take anything. So do you toss them out into the murky pond water or do you make croutons for yourself, sprinkle them on a fresh salad and chomp down? If both you and your mate are not willing to put the adventure and excitement back in the relationship, you can bet the sparks won’t just reappear like a lightning strike.

The Cinderella Syndrome

2009-08-15T09:43:00.001-07:00

I remember when I used to hang out with my girls in high school and attend high school parties. We would stand on the wall waiting for the right boy to come over and ask us to dance. I remember that there was a boy in a neighboring town that I really loved from a distance. He never spoke to me or noticed me, but I knew just about everything about him. I was waiting for him to approach me, say hello and ask me out on a date. Well, that never happened. And, now over 30 years later he is saying, “YOU SHOULD’VE SAID HELLO.”

Today, more and more women are finding themselves seeking out partners through online matchmaking sites, social networking sites, and speed dating events. Women are more aggressive about finding a mate through non traditional sources. No longer are we sitting around waiting for the man to place the glass slipper on our feet to see if it fits. So has the Cinderella-cycle been broken completely? Right here is when I want to quote a psychiatrist from one of the Ivy-league schools who has done some significant study on the topic, “Well, studies show that because women are making more money, and significant strides financially, academically, and professionally, they are the decision makers. They are making the decision on who will be their mate. So they are more likely to be holding that glass slipper.” – but those are my words.

Testimonial: I have friends who have found success through non-traditional methods and, I say, whatever works for you… you have to do it.

Climbing High Mountains

2009-07-08T10:04:00.000-07:00

You travel to some exotic land to climb the highest mountain in the world. You are aware of the treacherous weather conditions, the energy it's going to take, and all the risks involved, but you still want to climb. So you embark on the journey of a lifetime. When you get to the top of the mountain, are you fufilled? You look around, look down, reflect on the journey and then think about how easy it will be to descend. Are relationships like climbing mountains with no peaks? Or when you get to the peak, is it all downhill from there? I have no idea... I think most people are still climbing.

Monogamy is Dead

2009-07-06T10:37:00.000-07:00

If is looks like a duck, quacks like a duck… chances are, it’s a duck.

The writing was well on the wall when McNair, ex-professional NFL player was found dead with a then “unknown woman” – later to discover she was his lover. He was married with four children… hmmm. And so was Governor Sanford of South Carolina, married with children. And so was Clinton, and every basketball player, football player, actor, athelete, politician, guy next door?

How come women never get wrapped up in this stuff? Are women just more clever? Or are women victims of male ego and greed?

photo courtesy of TMZ as you can see from the watermark

What Are You Waiting For?

2009-04-28T18:52:00.000-07:00

Scenario: You and your man split, but you're still waiting for the closure that will never come. What do you do? How do you move on and let go? Letting go is a process so just deal with that concept and you'll be fine. But don't sit around waiting for ANYTHING. Let the process and time do it's work!

Third Eye

2009-04-15T17:40:00.001-07:00

Sometimes people have to step outside of the traditional roles they have established with each other and allow the third eye wisdom to come forward ---so those things that they may not normally be able express to each other as mates, as siblings or any other close relationship can be brought into the spotlight.

Solid as a Rock

2009-04-01T14:47:00.000-07:00

There are many types of love in this world. For some people loving is complicated. For some people it’s easy, unconditional.

And for some it may be impossible love beyond the scars of yesterday.

Of course there are those people who fall between the types – creating their own definition of love.

As I travel along my lovely journey I see so many examples of love between mates around me. And each one is different.

But what makes love solid?

I'm Dancin'!

2009-02-18T09:43:00.000-08:00

I had to ask myself...Am I dancing? or am I sitting out...
I realized that I am dancing... You may have a great dance partner. And, although, sometimes they may twirl you around one too many times --- you find yourself rolled right back up into those arms. I know, I know... but the dance is the best part. Think about how you would feel if you were sitting on the sidelines just watching the dance instead of participating!! viva la dance.

Warning: Bumpy Roads

2009-01-19T17:02:00.000-08:00

Some moments last longer than others. No one said the roads that we travel were going to be smooth and void of potholes and debris. You travel along your journey and you meet someone who lights your fire and puts energy into your heart. What you need to remember is that there may be many out there who can do just that.

You were you before the relationship, and you will be you after the relationship is over. Hopefully you will have the opportunity to experience many different sparks until you discover the one that keeps that flame lit eternally.

What you don’t want to hear after a breakup is the church rhetoric that the minister spits out to folks…thrown at you, especially when you feel like you’re loosing more and more of your strength as days pass. But, no matter how tired the muscles in your arms and legs feel from treading water just to keep your head up– don’t give in to the tide. God will throw you a life preserver. Maybe toss a halo your way. Smile. Life’s challenges make you stronger.

COME ON NEW!!!

2009-01-01T16:14:00.001-08:00

Happy New Year Ladies,

You've all inspired me to write this one for you. It's short and sweet. Many of you have told me that there's an "out with the old," and "in with the new." And some of you have told me you desire a new. You are looking for a man who will sweep you off your feet - a jetsetter who'll take you from New York to Paris. You need some new male energy in your lives. So this one is for you. This is your year in 2009 baby - GO DO YOU and GO AND GET YOURS!!

--from my forthcoming book Pockets of Peace

Calling on the New

I need a new man to come into my life
And love me for me
I need a new man to call me his wife
And love me for me
I need a new man to kiss my lips
Massage my back
Rub these hips
I need a new man to come into my life
To bring in the morning paper
Make me breakfast in bed
Read me my favorite book
And bring home the bread
I need a new man to come into my life
And love me for me
For my insecurities,
For my sensuality
For my ways
For my fingertips, my toenails, the way my back curves when I dance
For my hair, for my thighs, for my height, my eyes
My love, my ups, my downs, my all arounds
My ins, my outs, my strengths, my doubts
I need a new man to come into my life and love me for me
For my breasts, my elbows, my knees, my toes
I need a new man to call me his wife and love me for me

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just a little preview... of sweetness.

Love is...

2008-11-11T20:06:00.000-08:00

cozy

Ah Paris!

2008-08-29T18:19:00.000-07:00

I’ve always wanted to live in Paris. I fell in love with the city on my first visit. It was old, charming and just different from my suburban New Jersey abode. There was this notion that Paris was full of love. I received a love pat from some Parisian men at the metro station, smack dead on my ass. My girlfriend and I started laughing. How affectionate they are over here we thought to ourselves. At home we’d probably be looking for the nearest police officer.

So I became fluent in French, taking this language since I was 10. I thought I was French for a while and anytime I’d come across a Senegalese person or someone else from a West African francophone I would practice on them. I was good. I would impress everyone around me with my accent, my comprehension and my fortitude. After all I was preparing for my life in France with some handsome romantic.

We would go to the store and pick up a loaf of fresh bread every day. My feet would get tired from walking on cobble stone streets and he would pick me up the rest of the way home. On the weekends he’d watch me sing at the jazz club, and complain about all the smoke in the place.
But this is not the life I lead. Somewhere along my path I ended up down a very different road. My streets are potholed muddy lanes stained with the blood of my ancestors.

Rhetorical Robots

2008-08-26T06:16:00.000-07:00

There are people who walk the walk, talk the talk, but that's all it is... RHETORIC. They can spew out scripture at the drop of the dime. They can recite verses, know all the responses to a minister's call – he says, “God is good” – and you say…”all the time.” Rhetorical Robots.

But some folk just talk - They are not truly living their life in the spirit. We all know that many people use religion as a crutch instead of a “help meet”. Help meet God. They face hard times, or hit an obstacle and they're calling on God. This is where so many people have their first introduction to the whole concept of spirituality. And, I heard that the seduction can be so overwhelming that the logical side of the brain can actually leak out through the ear canal. So these folks become “freaks” in the eyes of normalcy – walking around with their beliefs on their diamond cross necklaces, on car bumper stickers, and on air fresheners dangling from dashboard mirrors. They believe that just because they are at a certain place in their beliefs that EVERYONE around them should be doing the same thing. They’ve just jumped on the “Glory Horse”, and now everyone within reach of their “hallelujah net” is supposed to jump on the horse too. These are the same folks who just last year were trying to get you to jump on the party train. “Oh you gotta go on the party cruise, it’s the best thing.” And the year before, “You have to take the trip to Baja, they have open bars 24 hours a day!” If you had jumped on the horse every time they saddled up you’d be dizzy following folk who have their own journey in this world.

People who walk in the spirit of God do just that. They are encapsulated in this glorious energy force. You can see the glow on them – you can feel the glow on them. Sometimes you just want them to touch you. They are not trying to recruit at every opportunity. They are living in their peace. There isn’t anything that can take away their joy. It lives inside of them. These are the folks who are secure in their beliefs. So much so that they don't feel like they have to project their beliefs on anyone else around them.

So if you are around someone who walks around quoting scriptures all day or sending you “Praise the Lord” messages after you tell them you broke a fingernail, then you need to realize that they are still developing. They are in a place that they are still trying to grow. They are trying to understand when and how to use the divine messages sent to them. So, for all of us who are around these “Rhetorical Robots” we should be patient with them and understand that they need time to get to a spiritual peace. They need time to get to the place where they walk in the spirit of God, possessing a mighty light that illuminates from their being shining through the pain, the joy and the sorrow.

Bypass Surgery - What you learn about love under the knife

2008-08-24T07:26:00.000-07:00

What women learn about themselves in relationships can be scary. There are the things that we’ve said like, “I’ll never do that”, or "no way in hell", but then you find your head between his legs lickin’ that magic stick like it’s your favorite Baskin Robbins Flavor. Chocolate-Vanilla-Swirl please. Calling all Backbones! Calling all Backbones! Could we just stand up for once, and stick to the, “No way” and “It will NEVER happen” thesis that rules our hormones. Of course not. As long as our heart rules our movements, we can’t make a rational decision.

A good male friend once said to me, “I met the lady who will be the last person I will EVER have sex with.” I looked at him and said, “of course she is” knowing all the time that it’s the heart muscle that gets in the way of logic. What I’ve learned about love is that you have to hold onto your heart. After all it is in your body, and you can’t give it away or you’ll cease to exist. They keep people who are brain dead alive forever – as long as that hearts pumping everything will be alright. So ask yourself if you want to be dependent on life support where your mind doesn’t function relinquishing all rights to your true inner feelings? And, does it matter if you give up your heart? – at least once for the bypass. But when you have to go in multiple times for the quadruple and sextdrupal and superdupal – you’re damaging your ruling muscle. And, you haven’t learned from the very first time around.

And what will happen when that person is no longer in your life – or drops your heart on the ground? Will you dry up like a raisin in the sun looking at that dropped or damaged heart on the ground, aching for relief? Well don’t fret - it can be repaired. But you have to experience heartache at least once to use this recipe. And, it’s very simple. Just erect a wall around your heart, a fortress, if you will – made of steel or concrete. Build an impenetrable wall that could only be taken out by a force measure. Now if that perfect man steps to you and chisels his way to the core of it, then he deserves to hold your heart in his hands.

Forget Goodyear - Invest in a tire that will stand the test of time

2008-08-23T20:32:00.000-07:00

You’re riding along the familiar roads of your relationship when it happens… “SMACK” you hit a bump in the road that seems to take out the whole front end. Not your typical pothole, but a crater made by a meteor landing on your heart. You travel along a little bit, and begin to hear, that “blip” sound in rhythmic intervals, and realize you need to stop the car and check it out.

So you step out of the relationship to get a better perspective on things. And, the first thing you look for is the phone number of a friend you know is always on point to “listen” to your issues. He's been waiting patiently in the trunk of your heart for you to hit that “blow out your tire bump”. He’s not been contributing to the road conditions or even getting in the way of the flow of your relationship, but he has basically been there through the struggles, as a friend. So you ask yourself, “should I jack this baby up and slap on the spare tire or struggle with a donut that’s only going to take me a few miles down the road?”

Solution – Jack it up and slap it on! If he’s the kind of friend that has been there through the ages, seen many flats, and witness to some patchwork of the heart allow him to take a ride with you. Experience the road if you will. But be prepared for the consequences. If the tire you just took off can still be repaired without being discarded then you have to ask yourself what do you really want?