enjoying my first produced, recorded song more and more.
Hope you do too!
~mj
Monday, February 27, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
home remedies: clear skin
I'm used to being told how young I look. My age is a mystery to most.
I have a secret I don't tell. You won't find it in this post.
It was passed down to me by my grandmother, and her grandmother before her.
AS the story goes superstars were her fans and all the neighbors adored her.
"Honey" they would call her. Come on ova heah gul. Sit up on my lap. Before your momma comes and gives my neck a twirl."
And the neighborhood boys would laugh. And the girls would hiss and stare.
But the truth is she couldn't help it. The jones blood was mixed up in her
her. Her grandmother Cherokee Indian. Her grandmother White and Black.
We never give out home remedies. Because selling family secrets is whack!
(C)2012 Tiffany Gouch. SWEET Lit. All Rights Reserved.
I have a secret I don't tell. You won't find it in this post.
It was passed down to me by my grandmother, and her grandmother before her.
AS the story goes superstars were her fans and all the neighbors adored her.
"Honey" they would call her. Come on ova heah gul. Sit up on my lap. Before your momma comes and gives my neck a twirl."
And the neighborhood boys would laugh. And the girls would hiss and stare.
But the truth is she couldn't help it. The jones blood was mixed up in her
her. Her grandmother Cherokee Indian. Her grandmother White and Black.
We never give out home remedies. Because selling family secrets is whack!
(C)2012 Tiffany Gouch. SWEET Lit. All Rights Reserved.
What I Value in Myself
What I value in myself is being appreciative of what God has given me. I value that I am learning to become more receptive and open to his teachings and his blessings. I value my understanding and my interpretations of the gifts I've been given. I also value what I see in others.
To God be the glory.
What cross I have had to bear. What journeys I have travelled to get here.
None would have called me victory if it had not been for the grace and kindness of His spirit.
I value that.
I am nothing without the Omega. I am little to it's magnitude. I am but a speck of the ALL's love and kindness. I value that.
I value that at one time I thought it all too important to puff my own feathers because that is what I saw others doing. But no... that's not what
God asks. Give ME the glory... I've heard. And it's true. When I look back and WHAT I really could have gone through. The trials could have been brutally harsh but Lord and Savior soothed the way. Softened my path. Guided my footsteps with a brilliant light.
In that I see value. But not the kind of value I would have seen even just last year. I see priceless. I see and feel love unconditional, unimaginable.
HIGHER and HIGHER we ALL go.
What I value in myself is the light that I have been given by the most powerful source there is. I hope you know.
That is value.
(C)2012 Tiffany Gouch. SWEET Lit. All Rights Reserved.
To God be the glory.
What cross I have had to bear. What journeys I have travelled to get here.
None would have called me victory if it had not been for the grace and kindness of His spirit.
I value that.
I am nothing without the Omega. I am little to it's magnitude. I am but a speck of the ALL's love and kindness. I value that.
I value that at one time I thought it all too important to puff my own feathers because that is what I saw others doing. But no... that's not what
God asks. Give ME the glory... I've heard. And it's true. When I look back and WHAT I really could have gone through. The trials could have been brutally harsh but Lord and Savior soothed the way. Softened my path. Guided my footsteps with a brilliant light.
In that I see value. But not the kind of value I would have seen even just last year. I see priceless. I see and feel love unconditional, unimaginable.
HIGHER and HIGHER we ALL go.
What I value in myself is the light that I have been given by the most powerful source there is. I hope you know.
That is value.
(C)2012 Tiffany Gouch. SWEET Lit. All Rights Reserved.
suprise: love.
i'm always surprised by love. how she expresses herself. how she grabs me, pulls me in, and appeals for my attention.
the games are always new. titilating. sometimes even a bit dangerous or risque. But either way i can feel when she peeks her head out. usually at the end of her conquest. my face is covered in fudge, i'm naked but in the middle of a Midwest field. it's dark and very warm. so it must be summer. but i have no idea how i got here.
she peeks her head from behind a moon lit tree. smiling like a nimph. she makes me absolutely crazy.
she rushes over with a colorful rough feeling blanket. must be wool and wipes the fudge off my face covers me with the blanket. kisses me squarly and softly on the mouth and then disappears.
Love. is.
Always a surprise.
the games are always new. titilating. sometimes even a bit dangerous or risque. But either way i can feel when she peeks her head out. usually at the end of her conquest. my face is covered in fudge, i'm naked but in the middle of a Midwest field. it's dark and very warm. so it must be summer. but i have no idea how i got here.
she peeks her head from behind a moon lit tree. smiling like a nimph. she makes me absolutely crazy.
she rushes over with a colorful rough feeling blanket. must be wool and wipes the fudge off my face covers me with the blanket. kisses me squarly and softly on the mouth and then disappears.
Love. is.
Always a surprise.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Whitney's Not Dead!!!
Whitney's not dead.
No! It can't be.
I just saw her singing on stage.
I just saw her on TV.
She's not dead. She's alive.
Her energy just sings.
I'm so thankful for the joy and light.
So thankful for what she brings.
I can't enjoy the funeral.
I can't enjoy the hoax.
Because Whitney's not gone.
She's too busy inspiring hope.
Maybe she travelled to India.
To see the that run and play.
Or I bet she's flying in to Soweto
asking Mandela if she could stay.
Whitney's not gone she wouldn't do that.
She wouldn't leave us here. Like that.
I miss her so much. A voice and spirit so
amazing.She would laugh to hear me say, "Yo...
She was PHAT."
Whitney I love you. Now..stop playing games
with our hearts.
Heveanly Father please give her a brand new start.
Maybe you can come back and try it again. Oh Whitney!
Please Whitney I know you hear me *softly whispering
softly* thank you so much for everything."
Thank you for being a sister friend.
(c)2012 Tiffany Gouch. SWEET LIT. All Rights Reserved.
No! It can't be.
I just saw her singing on stage.
I just saw her on TV.
She's not dead. She's alive.
Her energy just sings.
I'm so thankful for the joy and light.
So thankful for what she brings.
I can't enjoy the funeral.
I can't enjoy the hoax.
Because Whitney's not gone.
She's too busy inspiring hope.
Maybe she travelled to India.
To see the that run and play.
Or I bet she's flying in to Soweto
asking Mandela if she could stay.
Whitney's not gone she wouldn't do that.
She wouldn't leave us here. Like that.
I miss her so much. A voice and spirit so
amazing.She would laugh to hear me say, "Yo...
She was PHAT."
Whitney I love you. Now..stop playing games
with our hearts.
Heveanly Father please give her a brand new start.
Maybe you can come back and try it again. Oh Whitney!
Please Whitney I know you hear me *softly whispering
softly* thank you so much for everything."
Thank you for being a sister friend.
(c)2012 Tiffany Gouch. SWEET LIT. All Rights Reserved.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
WHITNEEeeeeeeeeeYYYY!!!!!
http://youtu.be/8QaI-M9sxW4
Used to sing this in "competitions" with neighborhood
friends. Trying of course to hit the hi notes.
Still can't say goodbye.
:.)..
Saturday, February 4, 2012
to my best friend...
To my best friend.
I'm not sure what others are interested in.
It's all good and whatever's okay.
It seems that people want to poke me, prod me, and dissect
but my kind of friendship...is the kind you might
not of had as yet.
Or maybe you have.
I've learned so much from you.
No longer scared, angry, needy, or afraid.
Because it's your kind of friendship that I'd be proud
to take to my grave...
(ok... this poem is getting way to surreal.)
Anyway... I am who I am... And you know the deal.
Thanks for being true. And as always. I don't
want anything. Just thinking about u.
To my best friend.
(C)2012 Tiffany Gouch. All Rights Reserved.
I'm not sure what others are interested in.
It's all good and whatever's okay.
It seems that people want to poke me, prod me, and dissect
but my kind of friendship...is the kind you might
not of had as yet.
Or maybe you have.
I've learned so much from you.
No longer scared, angry, needy, or afraid.
Because it's your kind of friendship that I'd be proud
to take to my grave...
(ok... this poem is getting way to surreal.)
Anyway... I am who I am... And you know the deal.
Thanks for being true. And as always. I don't
want anything. Just thinking about u.
To my best friend.
(C)2012 Tiffany Gouch. All Rights Reserved.
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