Have you heard anyone say, if you give someone an inch they will take a mile. Well I asked a family member would they help on my next book I would be getting publish. What I wanted them to do was just proofread the story that I already wrote, they began to want to do other things I didn't ask them to do. Now I am, and always will be in charge of my book until I give it to my publishing company to work for me. She wanted to type the story, rewrite the story, and said she know Marketing, says that what she went to school for. That's all fine but that is not what I ask her to do.
Should have went by my old saying which is to never work with a family member or friend.

I am trying to keep from being attracted to the same kind of person, you know jerks, man who don't have a heart for me or anyone else. Men who are in love with only themself, men who think that loving someone is being someones fool. I don't know what to do to change this, but change something I must. Maybe I need to change the way I think of men, what I wear, where I hang out, something has to change, I not longer, want to be by myself, I enjoy being with me, I love myself, and no that I actucally have fun doing my hobbies and craft, but would love to share love with a man.
At a loss on how to achieve this right now. Need a man view on this, feel free to advise me if you want to.

 

 

Truth's Target

 

 

Seeping through the deep and lost

Burning intensified until

Pain and the urge to escape

Diggs into your mind

 

Wrapped in cotton confusion

Winds' illusions of judgment-day

By-gone and frustration looms

Patience vanishes

 

Anger, the beast arises

Defends, alarms, balls of acid ascends

Protecting, avenging imaginary attacks

Thunder explodes

 

Earthquakes erupts

Feelings cut under

Spirits fades, love abates

Souls of passion

 

Cynthia Adams, Williams

September 9, 2004



                                                                           SUMMER




                                                             The calming breeziest
                                                              Baby blue canvas
                                                             Trees, grass and shrubs
                                                             Showing off coats of green

                                                             Golden sun light
                                                             Reflecting, absorbing and heating
                                                             Sounds of buzzing insects
                                                             Singing birds

                                                             Horns blaring
                                                             People shouting
                                                             Lawn mowers roaring

                                                             Smells of barbecue chicken
                                                             Cut grass and flowers
                                                             And the urge to be outside

One of my poems I wrote in 2003
Cynthia Williams

This is a poem book that me and my than portey group had published in 2005. I have two poems in this book.  The book is called "Beneath The Baobab Volume II.

I have come to a part in my life that I matter more than before, don't have children to raise, mines are all grown up, I have a 34, 31 and 29 year old children, and four grandchildren. I am single and living by myself, and I love my life. Although I do pray that one day to have someone to share my life, be a friend, love, respect and care for me, as I will him, but without this I am so in love with me and being healthy and happy. I eat well, exercise almost every day. I have few friends but the friends I have are the best. Why am I telling all this, I have almost died too many times in my life and I really don't want to be forgotten, and this will be something my grandchildren can read and know that grandmother was a real person, not just a grandmother but a woman.

Here is the last Doll-Display-House I made, what you think of it.