"The Love that last the longest... is never returned" by Arkim DeBerry

The love that you show will never be returned equally, no matter how long you wait for it.
You can love someone no matter how they treat you,
and await for that day to come when they treat you better, or love you back, only to be disappointed.
You go on and on putting every effort forth showing affection, doing the little things
(candle light dinner, pampering) proving your love and commitment, but in the end it's their decision to return it.
The only time you can guarantee equal treatment from someone, is when you treat them bad,
only then will they be happy to do the same and return it.
Why is this? is is because of a past disappointment (slight)

"I make the road... I'm the one happening" by Arkim DeBerry

I make my own way, good or bad based on what i do.
I once heard a saying "Man makes his own Luck."
I am the focus of my own attention, so which ever road I go down, i choose it,
and which ever route I take to get there, i choose it!
To say some other human is the cause of my victory, or defeat is to give them autonomy over me,
thus enabling them to cause my victory, or defeat.
I did that, been there, or is it "i been there, done that,"
however it goes, I am what's happening, so as I once heard
"either you are going my way, or you are in my way," but know I am
the chef, architect, pilot, captain of my own ship so come with me, or watch me, because
I am the one happening!

"Love a temporary insantiy cured by marriage" by Arkim DeBerry

Love a temporary insanity caused by uncertainty
Causing hallucinations, and beliefs.
Thoughts upon thoughts running through the mind, night visions of images while you sleep. Constantly going to and from to satisfy that thirst of the unknown.
Any cure, perhaps, marriage.
Now relieved, the uncertain is now definite,
the thoughts of, become actions of, night visions become reality, each time you awake from sleep, because, "what you see is what you get,"
No! what you see is your reality, and what you get is permanent sanity

That Way and Not Some Other Way By: Cecile Spence

I looked on the erosion of the soil,
Happiness brought sadness.
Strange but true.

How could Plump,Glaze, and mellow,
Becomes withered and ugly.
Gardener pique by the garden
Suddenly packed, tree expanded,
Yea right... by Self.
The blossoms progresses profusely.
Sixteen weeks...Eight weeks left to pick.
Soundless,

In despair, the pumpkin held onto the vines.
Smile with the sun, clouds, moon also starlights.
The weight of water cascaded on the outside skin.
Impression on the garden,
Expressed pain but fearless.

Tormented by the savage beast,
Tired from the grind,
Restless of hassle.
The movement inside.
Gave courage to persevere.

The garden, bloom, gloom, grows.
I was moved, marveled, appalled.

How could it be?
Once upon a time,
No blossom ...just one stem,
The Gardener cherished.
How enlightened.
Vines ran thoroughly, through and through.
Placed on a Pinnacle.
Pulchritude,
Effulgent,
Goddess,
Immaculate.

The Gardener importuned.
Features changed,
beauty flee,
choose me
twenty four weeks
Please...
Please...
I pled to thee
Sway my side, time
Love...
Decide.

Again you will glow,
I shall follow,
Now de-beauty, dull dampened.

The Garden choose,
Eight vines,
Eight Eyes,
Four stem,
That truly, beautifully, blossoms.
That way and not some other way.

"Life is short, Art is Long"

The Art of life is creating it
The beauty of it is being able to create in ENDLESSLY
Any form of shapes is an expression of art made to stimulate life
So when we shape our minds, it results in the shaping of our character
This is how we create our lives ENDLESSLY
Our lives are shaped by what we create
One life to live, many ways to live it
One life to live, many shapes to give it
Only you can paint life's picture
You say "life is short"
I say life is what you make it
Your Life, Your Art, Your Destiny
Create It

-Daneilia Francis-

Fame is the thirst of youth.

Growing up on a farm in a middle class family, protected by private schools and the later on boarding-school, life seemed pretty normal. My family was typically German; very strict when it came to school and good manners at home. My parents also made sure that we attended piano lessons, horseback riding lessons, tennis and golf; they also taught us the card game Bridge, so we would grow up with a busy schedule and become well rounded adults. I keep on saying “we”, because I am a twin.

Everything changed in the summer of 1999. My father dropped me off in New York City, where I would spend the whole summer. Who knew this would change my life forever. The first couple of weeks I would roam the streets in awe of all the sights and met many interesting people. As I strolling in the streets of Manhattan, random people would ask if I had an agent. I was a Basketball player at the time, so I automatically assumed a sports agent and just ignored the question.

It was close to the end of the summer, when a photographer approached me and pleaded to take a picture of me. From that one experience within one week I had a photo-shoot with one of the best-known photographers in the fashion industry, and signed to a top world-wide modeling agency; they whisked me off on a plane to Milan and then Paris to walk the catwalk at the respective Spring Fashion Weeks.

I never went back home; the next few years my life consisted of that one suitcase I left from home with. It ended up being my companion travelling the world as a fashion model. Never having a thirst for fame made me succeed in the world of fashion modeling.

C

June 2011

Your heart is my Pinata

The metaphor, "Your heart is my pinata" reminds me of the poem "Im a Fool To Love You" which is about a male who observes and internalizes the relationship his mother has with his father and a man after his father and how it negatively impacted his family. A pinata is a cardboard and often times animal shaped object filled with candy and treats for kids. It is used too mainly bring joy and fun. It is a hilarious activity to watch as kids are blindfolded and given a stick so that they can use it to swing wildly through the air to the amusement of adults and anxious children who await as the child cracks open the pinata. The kids lay in wait to swarm the candy that rains down from the pinata once it has been cracked open. However, in comparing the pinata to a heart , it seems as if it has a negative connotation. If you treat the "heart" (sentiments, emotions and feelings) as you would a pinata, you are beating up on the persons sentiments, emotions and feelings. You are hurting the persons "heart". Treating the heart like a pinata is to be abusive, careless, thoughtless and cruel -Similar to a young kind swinging wildly through the air with a stick to damage the pinata, the "heart' is being pummeled with reckless abandon. In short, treating someones heart like a pinata is to break someones heart.