So What? I don't' look like you nor do I act like you!
 I see visions and dreams and I touch them with my hand.
I go after the stars in the sky and you have to nerve to ask me why?
I need to ask you why are settling for less then what you are?
You are talented and gifted, but do you have the strength to go far?
 Do you have the will to learn all you can?
 Do you have the passion to ignore all those who tell you, you can't?
 Do you have the drive to stand, even though you stand alone?
Do you have the faith to jump into the deep even though the sharks swim back and forth?
 If you're saying NO even one of these, then why are you worried about me?
 Is that a hint of jealousy?
 I don't settle for the norm and I don't' accept my fate!
 I mended my Broken Wings and soar high into the sky letting the wind be my guide.
 So, I might seem weird to you and I might seem strange
Yes, I like reading paranormal romance and I love science fiction things.
I love to read and write
I love to sing all night
I listen to music from all around the world
Yes, there are moments when I am punk rock girl.
There are times when I need some Neo soul
There a moments when R&B and pop take control
When country takes over emotions start to swell
And sometimes silence comforts me well.
I like to travel and try new things. I enjoy trying different foods no matter how different they are.
Yes, I am single and what?
A man does not define me
He does not play a part in my makeup or the essence of my soul
And when it's time for him I am feeling the lord will let me know
Until then I will keep pushing towards the dreams of my heart
So NO! Being single does not bother me like it bothers you!
If these things make me strange to you, then I feel sorry for you.
For I am out living life and your letting life live you
You are stuck in your box when I am way above it.
So talk about me!
Go ahead!
Call me names!
Strange!
Weird!
Alien!
Different!
And even call me a different race!
Just know within that I am one of the greats.
 I push towards the end
And I know one day I will shine bright!
 Yes, I will leave all those who hate on me behind.
I won't look back!
And I don't take names.
I will be all that I can be and even more.
You don't even understand I have just started getting warm
So hate on me hater like my girl Jill Scott sang,
Just know one day YOUR children will be calling my name
And you will remember everything you did to me and I know
You will be telling your children its okay if you're Strange
And you will wish, just wish you did the same!



JUST ONE LAST TASTE PART 6



Armand carried Maya into the other room and laid her gently into a plush velvety red chair that was in the corner of the room.  Maya looked upon her surroundings and noticed that the room was  a fairly large one, that was well lit. To the left of her was Armand who was kneeling beside her, holding her hand gently and using his thumb to rub across her palm. The movement was soft and tender and it calmed all her nerves. Again, she didn’t know why Armand had such an effect on her, but she was determined to find out why.  To the front of her sat the Old Lady upon a stool.   Maya looked at the Old Lady curiously and tried to see her Grandmother in her.  She remembered the times that she spent in her grandmother’s arms, how they would spend countless nights in front of the fire talking about life and lessons learned and she remembered the love that her grandmother had shown her through all her life.  This woman in front of her looked like her grandmother, but she was different and Maya not sure of what to do, just sat there silently waiting for the Old Lady to speak.

“Maya.” Spoke the Old Lady. “I know that when you look upon me, that you are confused and maybe a little scared.  I didn’t mean to deceive you my child, but my main goal was your safety and I hope you understand we did what had to in order to protect you.”

Maya looked at the Old Lady and said, “Are you or are you not my grandmother?  If you are then what the hell are you doing here and if you’re not then where is she and what have you done with her?”

Lifting herself off the stool the Old Lady walked over to a table that  seemed to be sitting in the center of the room and lifted a tea pot and poured three cups. The liquid that came out was of a greenish color and she added  two table spoons of  what looked like honey and some crushed up purple flowers. She then brought the cups to Maya on a tray.

She looked at Maya and said, “ Take my child and Armand you take one too.”

Armand still holding on to Maya’s hand lifted himself up and took one of the cups. Maya  just looked at the tray  and said, “ I didn’t ask you those questions to get something to drink. I asked you, so I can find out the truth. I want to know why was I kidnapped and why did you two keep referring me as if I was a different person?”

Sighing, the Old Lady looked at Maya and said,

 “My child what is truth?  Within each and every one of us there is a form of truth that is based on what we will let ourselves believe. Armand and I can sit and tell you about yourself and let you know what is going on, but after we are finished would you believe us?  Would you believe that, you are the daughter of one the most powerful beings in the moonlight realm? Would you believe that we fight for not only the good of your people, but the people of this world to? That what is buried within is the power to control life and death? No, my child you would not believe, but merely say that we are lying to you and that we have done you wrong and a cruel injustice. So my child, I will tell you everything, but in order to do so, you must drink this and Armand and I will not just tell you who you are, but better yet, we will show you.”

 

Maya hesitantly looked at the cup. She could see the purple flowers slowly start to dissolve in the greenish liquid. She timidly picked up the cup and brought it towards her nose.  As she breathed in, she could smell the hint of fresh cut green grass, laced with the scent of lavender and sweetened by the dash of honey that was put into the mix.  The Old Lady picked up the third cup and sat back down upon the stool. She looked up at Maya and Armand and said,

“What you have in front of you is an elixir called belladoria, it is used to help transfer memories from one to another.  In most cases my children we would not need to use this, but since Maya power’s had to be bound in order to protect her, then this is what is needed.  Once we drink  this  I need you both to relax, Armand I will need you to open your mind to Maya and to me and Maya I will need you to not fight, but to trust me. I will guide you both through your memories and from there you will learn the truth.”

Maya turned from the Old Lady and looked at Armand. He looked at her, nodded his head and gulped down the contents in the cup.  Maya then turned back to the Old Lady and looked at her cup.

I need to know the truth. I need to know what is happening to me and why am I so drawn to a man that I only met a day ago. I need to know who is this woman who raised me as her granddaughter  and I need to know who and what I am.

Maya took the cup and gulped it down quickly. Instantly a warm feeling started to spread all over her. Her body became very hot and she could feel a tingling moving up her spine.  Before she knew it, she starting to panic, her breathing became very harsh and she started to shake all over.  Just as she thought she was about to die, she felt a cool presence upon her skin and heard a whispering in her ear.  She then realized that Armand was still holding her hand and his cool words were soothing her and calming down.

“Maya my love.” Whispered Armand, “Calm down, your defensives are up and I know you don’t know what I mean, but in order for me to help. I need you to trust me and let me in.”

“How do I do that?”, said Maya

“Just breathe in deeply and let the sound of my voice wash over you. Let it cool the burning inside of you, trust in it and know that I love you and would never hurt you.”

Maya started taking deep breaths and slowly let her body relax. As she did so she felt a sudden release of pressure that she had been holding on to. As soon as the pressure was gone and the warm feeling returned to her body, but this time it  was mixed with a hint of coolness. The sensation was new and exotic to her. The coolness of Armand’s presence and warmth of her seemed to intertwine within one another, they were different but equal in part. If was almost like they were made for one another. The feeling felt so right and so beautiful to Maya that she wanted stay in that state for as long as she could, but soon she heard voice of the Old Lady.

“Now my children listen I need you to think back. Think back to the time when all events started to take place, where life for you changed.”

Maya was suddenly caught up in a world wind for colors. Blue, gold, red and green start whizzing by her, swirling around and in gulfing her it’s pure essence. She felt like her body was weightless and that she was flying in the air and suddenly she landed.  When she finally got her bearings she looked around her and saw that she was standing in a large room with an enormous fire place against the wall. The room was elegantly furnished with chairs and cushions spread throughout the area.  As Maya continued to look she noticed that there was a skinny little boy sitting in the center of the floor playing with two miniature figurines.  The little boy had short black hair and he was dressed in a modest style of clothes. She noticed that one of the figures was of a wooden knight that was painted grey.  The knight was equipped with a blue shield in one hand and a yellow lance in the other, while he sat upon a white horse.  The second figure was of another wooden knight that was painted black. It too was equipped with a shield painted yellow and with a red lance in the other hand, while he also sat upon a brown horse.

“Bam, Bam, take that you coward! I will protect the king at all cost!  Bam, Bam!”, yelled the little boy.  Maya almost laughed as she watched the little boy play. He was so into what he was doing she was afraid that if she laughed out loud she would startle him. Even though she knew that this was a memory of some sort, she didn’t want to take the chance of alerting any attention to her. 

A few minutes went by as the little boy played when a figure came into the room. It was a little girl who was dressed ina pink dress that had mini little pink and white bows circling the dress.  The little girl’s hair was dark brown and it was pulled back into two small pigtails that were held together by white and pink ribbons.  The little girl was very cute and she looked shock to find a small boy playing on the floor in the room.  The little girl walked right up to the boy and said.
“Excuse me, but who are you and why are you in my father’s chambers?”  The little boy stopped playing looked up at the girl,  then he looked back down and returned to playing with his figurines.  The little girl was  clearly annoyed that this boy didn’t answer her question asked the boy again.

“Excuse me!”, she said loudly, “Who are you and what are you doing in my father’s the king’s chambers?”

While still play with his figurines, the little boy answered in a soft voice, “I am in your father’s chambers because my father is visiting your father.”  Thinking that was enough the little boy went silent again, but continued smashing his figurines into each other.  The little girl seemed to be taken back by the little boy’s response that she asked him, “Boy! What is your name and old are you?”.  The little boy replied, “My name is Armand and I am 10 years old.”

Armand! Oh my God! That can’t be Armand, look how small he was and frail.

“Yes, my child that is Armand.”, said the Old Lady in Maya’s head.  “Continue to watch, listen and learn then you will know and see the truth that there is.”

The little girl then asked the little boy, “Well, Armand where is my father? Which room is he in?  I would like to speak to him.”

The little boy responded, “They are in the king’s office. My father told me to say out here and keep out of trouble and that is what I am going to do.”

“What are they meeting about?", asked the little girl.

Armand didn’t respond to the little girl, but continued playing with his figurines.  Tired of trying to pry information out of Armand the little girl went over and sat down beside him and watched him play for a while.

“Those are some nice figurines.”, said the little girl.  “Where did you get them?”

As if those were the magic words, Armand stopped playing with his toys and looked up at her. He stared at her for a few seconds before he answered. “My mother gave these to me for my birthday last year, but she died three months after that.”

Shocked by his response, “Sorry.”, was all that the little girl could say.

Armand then picked up the black knight figurine and handed it to the little girl. “Here”, he said. “Let’s play and wait for our fathers to come out.”

The little girl took the figure from Armand and started playing with him.  Thirty minute had gone by before Maya saw two men walk into the room. One of the men was dressed in a purple cloak that was lined with white fur.  He stood about 5’9 in height and he adorned a gold necklace that had different colored gems set in it.

He wore two gold rings on one hand and he carried a golden staff that was in crusted with jewels in the other. The man looked to be middle age and slightly built. His skin was of the shade of light brown and his eyes were deep and black.  His short black hair that was peppered with grey streaks and he wore a golden crown on top of his head. Maya realized that this was the little girl’s father the king. She thought he was handsome and his eyes showed that he was a stern king, but kind.  The man beside the king was about 5’ 10 and wore black cotton pants, with a white cotton shirt that seemed a little too small for his muscular body. He was bald headed with dark brown eyes and with black facial hair that went from one ear to the other.  He was also a handsome man and you could see power behind his eyes. 

“Well,” said the king. “I believe we have an audience waiting for us.”

Laughing the other man said, “Yes your majesty, I believe we do. Come here my son and introduce yourself to his majesty the king.”

“Yes sir.”, stammered Armand  as he rose up from the floor and went and kneeled in front of the king.

“My name is Armand your Majesty. I am the eldest son of Teminar the General of your royal highnesses Moonlight army and of the shadow brigade.  I am honored that you have allowed me to kneel before you in your presence.”

Laughing the king said, “The honor is mine as well mine young Armand.  Teminiar, I see you have raised a fine son.”

“Thank you your majesty, absent his mother, I have done my best with the boy.  He is still on the small side, but he will grow into himself with time.”

“That he will”, said the king. “Armand, I see you have already been introduced to my daughter, Princess Maya of the Moonlight realm.  Maya, come here so that General Teminiar may have a better look at you.”

Stunned and shocked Maya watched in utter disbelief as the little girl got up from the floor and walked her way over to king.  She curtsied for the General and said, “I am honored to meet you General Terminar.”

“The honor is all mine.”, said the General as he bowed down took the little girl’s hand and kissed it.

“Armand.”, said the King. “I see that you were able to keep my little princess occupied while your father and I conversed on some important matters. Not an easy thing to do since I know that her highness can be very demanding and impatient at times.” , said the king laughing.

With a shock on her face the little girl said, “I am not impatient father.”

Smiling the King said, “Hush child. I was only playing with you.”

“Well, said the General “I guess its high time Armand and I get back to our home.”

“Where is home for you?” said the little girl.

“Home my sweet princess is east of the castle on the edge of star lake.”

“Wow!”, said the little girl. “You live there!  My nanny told me stories of the lake and how beautiful it was. She said at night could see the stars swimming in the water. Is that true General?”

Smiling the General said,” Yes, my princess it is true. Maybe one day with the King’s permission you can visit Armand and me and we can show you the lake and all it as to offer. Won’t we Armand?”

Armand looked up at his father and then he turned and looked at the princess. This time he looked at as if he was seeing her for the first time and stammered “Yes father.”

“Well that settles it, your majesty whenever the princess is ready, send word and I will escort her to my home.”

“Well do.”, said the King. “General Let me walk you to the door”

As the General and the King started walking towards the door, Armand walked towards the little girl and said, “Here I want you to have this.” Then Armand held out his hand and placed one of the wooden knight figurines in the little girl’s hand.

“I want you to have the grey one.”, said Armand. “When my mom was living she and I use to play together all the time. Her favorite was the grey one. I figured when you come to visit, you can bring it with you and we can play then.”  And before the little girl could say anything the General yelled out Armand’s name.

 “Coming father!” yelled Armand.

He then turned back towards the little girl grabbed her hand and kissed it. Then he stood back looked at her again and took off running towards the door.

Shocked the little girl and Maya just stood there for awhile. When they were gone the king walked back to the little girl and said, “Well my daughter your only ten years old, but you have already managed to obtain a suitor and a damn good one at that. Armand will grow up to be a fine good man.”

“I don’t know what you mean”, said the little girl

“Oh, you will in time my love. Now, go and tell your mom the Queen, that you will be leaving in two weeks to visit the General at star lake… okay?

“Yes, father.”, said the little girl happily.

And Maya watched as the little girl dashed out of the chamber’s door.

Please stay tuned for Part 6 of “Just One Last Taste”. I hope you all enjoyed it and feel free to leave comments and follow the blog.

NOTE TO READER:  Again, I want to say that I have some of the most awesomest (if thats a word) people in my life. I thank you all for understanding that a sista need a break lol. So to make it up to you not only am I post part 5 today, but will be posting part 6 by Saturday afternoon. I really hope you enjoy the story and please feel free leave comments and sign up to follow the blog!







JUST ONE LAST TASTE PART 5

 

Maya slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room.  As she did so she realized that she was laying down on a couch. The couch was wider than most couches and the black leather felt cool against her fevered skin. She tried to lift herself up and as she did so agonizing pain shot through head sending her back down on the couch, clutching her head with one hand and covering her mouth with the other  to keep anyone from hearing her scream.

After a few minutes the pain resided and Maya tried to lift herself off the couch again. With her eyes closed, she clutched the side of the couch and pulled herself up. This time she was able to pull herself all the way up, even though she still could feel the pain pulsating through her head.  While Maya was sitting there trying to get herself together, she could hear yelling in the distance. Curious to wear it was coming from; Maya slowly lifted her head and looked around the room. The room was dimly lit; she could see that the walls all around her were covered from one end to the other with bookshelves filled from the top to the bottom with books.  She noticed that he couch was in the center of the room and it rested upon rectangular carpet that had various colors of red, black and gold coursing through it. Adjacent to her was the door and beside the door was a small computer table with a rolling chair. She noticed that he door was slightly ajar and that there was a light spilling through it. Again, she heard the yelling and shouting and she realized that it was coming through the door. Determined to find out what was going on, Maya grabbed the side of the couch again and slowly lifted herself up to her feet. But no sooner did she take her first step that she felt herself falling back down to the couch.

What the hell happened to me and why do I feel so weak?

Again, Maya lifted herself up to her feet, but instead of trying to walk straight to the door to see what was going on. She decided to that it was better for her to hold on to the bookshelf to keep her balance. 

Still leaning on the couch she made a grab for the bookshelf and caught it just in time before she hit the floor.  Holding on to the shelf she steadied herself and slowly started making her way towards the computer chair that was close to the door. As she walked she noticed that the books on the shelf were worn and faded by age.  The lettering outside of the books were of some kind of ancient language that she had never seen before.  She was tempted to pick up one of the books and just open it to see what she would find inside, but knowing time was of the essence she put the thought away and made her way to the computer table. As she got closer to the table she could see light spilling in from the crack of the door. The closer she got the computer table, the more she was able to see two figures standing boldly in front of each other looking very angry and frustrated. One figured was Armand, Maya breath was taken away again as she looked on him. His body was taunt and hard, he wore an angry expression across his face and his eyes were blazing gold. She stared at him and with each minute that went by she could feel herself growing more attracted to him. It was almost as if they were drawn to each other by some invisible force. She was the moth and he was flame

and it took everything in her to keep from bursting through the door and jumping all over him. But wait what was she thinking? This was the man who tricked her into coming to his apartment.  This was the man who slammed her up against the wall and kidnapped her and this was the man who locked her up in a darken room and left her to have some weird experience from God knows what. She didn’t hate Armand with the intense passion that she did earlier, but she knew that even though she was attracted to him she couldn’t let herself trust him and somehow or another she was going to  pay him back for what he did to her.  She then looked closer to the other figure and noticed that it was an elderly lady that looked like her grandmother yet, there was something different about her. She was still slightly plump with milk chocolate skin and she had the same long gray hair that had streaks of silver highlighted through it. She remembered her Grandmother’s face being kind and loving, with big brown eyes that were caring and full lips like hers. This woman who said that she was her grandmother looked much younger and her face was no longer kind, but stern and her eye’s were no longer black, but were amber in color. Defiantly, each figure stood in front of the other both yelling and chastising the other.  Realizing that she was still holding on to the bookshelf, Maya slowly quietly pulled she chair from under the computer table and sat down. 

She still felt very weak on her legs and she was grateful to have a place to sit while she listened and watched to the two beings in the other room through the cracked door.     

“What the hell were you thinking?”, yelled the Old Lady “You could have gotten her killed! Hell! You could have gotten us killed!” Don’t you realize that?

“Yes I realize that, what in Hades name would you of had me to do? We were already compromised, I was not going to leave her so that he could have her .Your just going to have to deal with it !”

“I agree with you.” said the Old Lady, “but you let your emotions over take your senses.  Putting her in that room, when she was not ready was a big mistake.  Not only did you endanger our lives, but hers.”

“Look, I didn't realize...”, shouted Armand and before Armand could speak the Old Lady said,

“Shut up! You know very well I speak the truth.  Locking her in the dark room was not protecting her from him; it only enhanced his power over her.  Now, not only do we have to explain who and what she is, now we got to try to tell her what happened to her!”

“She will accept me and her duty.”, yelled Armand. “I know she will. She feels it just as much as I do. She knows some things there; she just doesn’t know what it is yet.”

The old lady stared at Armand and then said, “Do you think when she finds out that she will choose that life again?  How do you know she might not want to stay where she is  and live the way she has been living?”

“She will not!” growled Armand.

“Yet!”, said the Old Lady firmly “You do not know for sure.”

As Armand stared at the Old Lady, Maya s noticed that his body language slowly started to soften. She then watched him turn his back to the woman and hang his head. The Old Lady lifted her hand and laid it upon Armand’s back.

“Armand”, said the Old lady softly “ I know you  love her and I know you want her the way she use to be, but we must go at this slowly, she must remember and when she does she must choose and we cannot make that choice for her.”

“What if he comes and she doesn’t choose me?" , said Armand in a desperate tone.

“Then we will cross bridge when we get there.”, said the Old Lady.

When Maya heard that and saw Armand’s head hung in the laps of his shoulders, she felt something inside of her break. She had never heard a man sound so sad before and all she wanted to do at that time was go him and wrap her arms around him and tell him that she was there. Again, she was confused by the overwhelming feelings she felt towards this man, but she needed to find out what was going and why did  they keep referring to her as if she was somebody else?

“Well”, said the Old Lady. “Our time grows short and if we are going to make our stand then we must get started. Maya, please come in, Armand and I need to speak to you. Armand please go and help Maya in, I imagine that she is still very weak from her ordeal this afternoon.”

Startled, Armand looked at the Old Lady and started slowly moving towards the door.  As Maya saw Armand walking towards her she quickly jumped out of her seat and no sooner did she stand up that her leg’s started to go limp and she felt herself tumbling towards the ground. She knew that she was a goner when suddenly strong hands grabbed her and lifted her up. She realized her head was laying on Armand’s chest and she could smell the hint of spice and musk radiate off his skin.  She lifted her head and looked at Armand’s face.  As she looked up she realized that Armand was looking at her too and they stared into each other’s eyes.   His eyes were still gold and she could see the hint of desire swell within them.  Armand leaned his head down and breathed in deeply like he did before as if he was taken in all her scent.  As he breathed she could hear a low growl rumble within his chest and his arms tightened around her body. Maya slowly lifted her hand rubbed her fingers across Armand’s face letting the bristles of his facial hair brush across her skin.  She could feel the heat swell inside of her as she rested her hand on Armand’s head and silently urged him to come closer to her face.  Armand’s lips were soon close to hers, she could feel his warm breath across her face and she could still hear the low growl in his chest. Just as she was about to lean in and kiss him she heard loud cough and when she turned her head she saw the Old Lady looking at them.

 “Maya, I know you are overwhelmed with your feelings for Armand and Armand apparently doesn’t know how to control himself around you, but we must talk, so that you may understand and  know what is going on.” “Armand!”, said the Old Lady “How can we tell her if you continue losing control around her? If you cannot control yourself I will cast you out of the room and I will talk to her myself.”

“You will not depart me from her!”, growled  Armand in a stone and commanding voice.

“I can and I will! Make no assumptions Armand you may be over all others, but you are in my realm DO NOT TEST ME!”  spoke the Old Lady in a soft voice, but you could feel the power behind it.

As Maya stared between the two she almost thought that Armand would defy the Old Lady, but she felt his body relax as he backed down and started carrying her to the other room.