To My Muse...

I've met a match. My match. Match of the minds. My inspiration, aspiration, motivation. You nurture my neglected soul. You woo me. Yet, I admire at a distance. I stay away for fear of involvement. I dig no deeper for fear of disappointment. You see my physical has always been able to handle more than my emotional. What my heart can't bare my facade can always brush off. I enjoy you with great extent. You've awaken me. The me I've quarantined for fear of further damage. You've enkindled the me I love. I am here. I am back. I am grateful. Smitten by your words I have found... me.

-Dalia

THE MOST AMAZING WOMAN!!!

On such a day I had to give tribute to the woman who has given me life. She is my best friend, my sister, and most importantly my mother. She is my HERO. I am blessed! Te quiero mama...

- Dalia

I realize that a lot of my words show an obscure side to me that not a lot of people have seen... I am human and thus have gone through some trial and tribulations in the past few years. What I had to get me through it all was pen and paper.
Now a days I am back to the "Me" who is hopeful and full of life. It's a new day, it's a new dawn like Nina once song... this being said "keep in mind that i'm artist and i'm sensitive about my work"... :-)

Peace and Blessings!!!

Dalia

Strangers....

Blows your mind... drastically... fantastically... never ever lasting...

Outlining the disparities within us...

We become strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard...

Our shadows searching in the night.......


Dalia

Jamila

I said goodbye this morning and I yearned for you to be here because I needed you to remind me that I am amazing and I was making the right choice. I needed you to make me laugh and tell me that... but you are there and I know you did in your own way. I miss u.

Le touche d'un homme ce pas fait pour une bonne femme..

I wanna hear you, feel you… the breathing, your moans… your strength… but there is always an excuse… "let's do this or let's do that"… "I'm tired"… "my head hurts"… "my stomach hurts"... "later bebe"…. "In the morning"… "after we eat"… "when we get home"… "after they leave"… "later I promise"… "tu sais que j'ai pas la tete bien"… and I understand- ce ca? I always understand but who understands that I need the touch of a man? Not you. That I need to feel wanted, desired… and while the rest want, desire, lust, and some even stand to love me- it is you that I want and you that I am with and so I am suppose to be a good woman… an understanding woman… cool, qui va pas te prendre la tete et franchement j'ai aucun envie de me dispute avec toi… sauf ke je voudrais que mon homme, ce qui avec je suis me metterai au premier physiquement aussi mais bon. Je suis une bonne femme non? Donc je dois comprendre….

I Want You Out

You were once my sunshine
That now seems to be bombarded by clouds
Now you're gone physically,
But your presence seems to invade my dreams
I want you out
At least my mind does
However my heart seems to have tight reign over you.
You occupy my thoughts with such forcefulness
That I am unable to counter-attack
Im that unemotional girl remember?
At least Ive made a good name of myself by pretending to be
Im not suppose to cry like they do
But the tears seem to escape me.
You were once that heaven that I dreamed of
But now youre a hell I cant get out of
I want you out at least my mind does however my heart seems to have tight reign over you

- Dalia

I bid you fairwell...

Strangers reaching beyond the surface. "I'm in love with your spiritual, you made love to my mind...", that's what he said. We got to the core in a matter of days and now... I must part. I trust that we were lovers in a past life... passing through this one just to vibe. Maybe will meet again in this city, another city, or another lifetime... either way you will be the most amazing story I ever tell. A goodbye sealed with a kiss on the forehead... there is nothing sweeter...

Dalia