Balance... An Introductory Poem from Scales of a Libra's Affection

When you deposit feelings, what’s the balance 
Accounts of love are always a challenge 
To budget levels of trust in a special individual 
Respect, communication to connection spiritual 
Compatibility and chemistry for the cause 
Press forward with happiness, without much pause 
Attraction is quite twisted from its laws 
Perfectly, we’re supposed to accept those of flaws 
Realizing anytime, we can really get hurt 
The mate for your soul, you don’t want to desert 
Relationships can come with infidelity, rumors and lies 
Reversed emotions, broken hearts to cries 
Do we work it out, after many tries
Do we split contact and say our goodbyes 
We’re left to get over the pain
Sometimes, all alone through snow and rain 
Wasted years, you have ideas for a fresh start 
Getting to know a new person is one hell of an art 
This ache in a breast can’t be fixed by nurse or teacher 
Whether or not, in the zodiac, you’re a firm believer 
So much is in store for the sexy diva  
Talora Jameson, scales of a Libra

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Chapter 12: Running from Venus... An Excerpt from Scales of a Libra's Affection

“Yes! This is Ms. Jameson.”  I answered to an elderly woman’s request for me. 

          “Hi, there!  This is Mrs. Slade, the assistant principal at Payne Elementary.  We really dislike bothering our students’ parents, as we know they can be busy at work.  I must inform you, that your son, Marcus has been disruptive in class.  His teacher had to talk to him on more than one occasion."

I was definitely upset.  "Is he with you now, Mrs. Slade?"

"Yes, Marcus is here. Please, hold!"

"Hello!" Marcus sounded like, he was crying.

"Boy, what is the matter with you?!"

"I don't know, Mom."

"You don't know? Do I need to come up there and embarrass you in front of your classmates to find out?"

"No." Marcus was sniffling.

"When the teacher tells you to do something or is talking, you do it and pay attention. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Let this be the last phone call I get."

"Ms. Jameson, I do have Mr. Simms on the line, just in case I couldn't reach you."

"Hey, Talora!"

"Hello, Drew!"

"Let me speak to him." Drew said.  Then, the line went completely silence.

I'm not sure, what was discussed between Drew and Marcus.  But, I didn't have any more problems from him, for the rest of the school year.  I don't know why he was misbehaving with only three months left, until the summer, before starting second grade.  When it seemed I had one of the vital men in my life on track, the other would fall off.  It couldn't be blamed all on the new technology. 

Black Planet was one of the first social networking sites ever.  Then, came along Myspace, created by a guy named Tom.  A person can design own profile and make it look like a website.  I customized me a page to network, as I was now merging into modeling.  I made Drew one, which I had access to his account and could check it anytime I want.  That's when I found notes by various women, sent to him and this one in particular: 

Candygirl84

Hey, baby!  You stay on my mind, all the time.  I want u every time, I see u.  You really don't know what you have done to me.  Are you gonna get rid of that other broad you're with, Terrain or whatever her name is?  I'm trying to wait and I don't know how long I can.  I have needs and must keep my kitty-cat satisfied.  Let me know, if you got what it takes to cum play with a real lady, Drew.  XOXO

That night, I printed the message from my computer; I tore it into as many big pieces as I could, and stuffed them into my purse.  I got dressed to head to club, Legend.  The VIP section, I already knew where Drew was, as he kept it reserved.  Soon as I entered, Drew had two heifers laid up on him.  One must have known who I was, which she quickly got off of him, as she saw me.  'Make It Rain' by Terror Squad rapper, Fat Joe featuring Lil' Wayne, must have been on my mind.  That's exactly what I did, throwing the trash in Drew's face from my pocketbook.

"Who are these bitches, you got, sending you love letters and shit on Myspace, behind my back?"

Drew took his arm from around the other chick. "Why you busting in here like this? What the fuck is the matter, Talo?"

"I'm sick of you lying.  I had seen what Candygirl84 wrote you."

"Candygirl84 is me and I advise you to back off, now." The broad, last to be on Drew, said. 

"I advise you to shut the fuck up. You don't know who you're fucking with." That was my comeback.

Blows between me and her were thrown.  Little drink tables toppled over.  The sound of broken glass grew louder.  There was pulling of hair. I made sure; I had my pocketbook clutched close to me, just in case it was going to go down.  Then, I felt Drew yank me by my waist and someone else got a hold of Candygirl84.  Everyone was stunned to see me react the way I did.  Not, Dre's Talo?  It was definitely a rude awakening.  I done had it up to here. 

"Get your goddamn hands off me!" I scratched Drew's hands as hard as I could.  He turned me a loose.  Afterward, I stormed out of Legend, with him to follow.

"Have you lost your mind?  That shit was uncalled for!" Drew scolded.

"Don't say nothing, you punk ass liar!  I'm tired of you embarrassing me, like this." Tears started to roll down my face.

"If you would let me just -"

"Give me the extra key to my place.  I don't wanna continue to see you."

"All right, since it's like that." Drew hurried to take it off his keychain and threw it to the ground, hitting my foot. 

"Just like I thought you were gonna do."

I picked up the key and left Drew where he stood.  He didn't even attempt to come after me.  I was done and hurting so bad.  I felt it coming one day; I'll be fighting over a man. If these broads really want him, they can have him. 
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Libra, Air, Venus, September, October, Harmony, Balance, Diplomatic, Cardinal, Inanimate Object, No Humans, No Animals, Scales

Writer/poet and performer, Alphonso Taylor's fifth book and novel debut

A BALANCE of Love!

TITLE: Scales of a Libra's Affection

SYNOPSIS: FINE LIBRA, Talora Jameson seems to have the nice quiet life, working as an admin assistant, pursuing goals for a career in fashion design, and raising her son, as a single mother.  When she meets Andrew 'Drew'  Simms at one of DC's hottest clubs, Dream, now known as Love, who would ever thought she’ll have a man to fall head over heels for. In a five-year relationship, Talora remained loyal, while other ladies came and disappeared.  The infidelity lies, and rumors become so strong... when Talora runs into an old friend, Aaron Reed online, things kind of ignite.  As Talora and Aaron begin to catch up on each other lives, he develops the passionate flame, he had once before.  As the seventh house of the constellation, Talora has strength to keep stability between her and men.  Torn between Aaron, who won’t stop to win her trust and the emotions she still has for Drew, she is left with the inquiry, how much can the scales of her heart weigh?  

AUTHOR/EDITOR: Alphonso Taylor 

ILLUSTRATION COVER DESIGN: Natalia Hubbert and Alphonso Taylor

PUBLISHER: Phonso's Poems, Paragraphs & Phiction, LLC

RELEASE DATE: October 17, 2014... Talora's birthday!!! Libra Season 


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Life after D.O.M.

My love was in love
About you, I was crazy
Never called you, girlfriend
You were my lady
All we discussed was tying that knot
and for us to have babies
Slowly, but surely, it became shady
For you, I crossed roads, oceans, and the sky
As Sade, I wanted to give you moon and sky
Lesson learned, people will change
when you relocate to their territory
No family or friends there to back you and worry
Later, revealed, you didn’t welcome me to your town
Uplifting you, was your cue to bring me down
Should have trusted my gut to instincts
as I felt something wasn’t right
Everything I requested, I almost had to fight
Some paranoia, but not insecure to be uptight
Wish I would have left, that very night
I guess I’m at the age
I’m not so quick to give up on someone
But, if signs present themselves, RUN
Another lesson I learned
Can’t always post personal business on social network
Some will praise and to others, you’re a jerk
Although, that’s exactly where y’all first met

Asked you about something, I was WRONG
Running ideas by you, I was WRONG
Wanting favors from you, I was WRONG
Greeted you after a day of work, I’m WRONG
Sometimes, ignored for the hell of it, WRONG
Plan something nice to do with my woman, WRONG
If I was relaxing, just being myself, WRONG
First impressions of you were you’re sweet, sexy, and strong
I’m forever writing this familiar poetic song
It’s fine, when others needed you to do the same
Didn’t treat them like me of mistakes… Lame
I put it all on myself of the blame
Why am I extending something that’s over in shame
I forgot, y’all don’t do anything bad, no fault
Y’all act like, cursing someone out is a spectacular assault
You knew I was homesick
Didn’t care, until I was in company of other chicks
My downfalls, as it seemed it were only women I’m meeting
I know now, that’s one place to go to for their greeting
You were vulnerable to talk to other men behind my back
especially as I tried to get things fully on track
Described, over and over, how you’re beautiful
You didn’t believe me, which is pitiful
 I’m pushing to live as a normal couple
Keep the relationship spicy to triple from double
It feels; it’s nothing left out here but sex and trouble
Hoaxes, games, manipulation, trickery
Bullshit, deceit, intimidation, fuckery
My loyalty will not be Slavery
I refuse to be company of misery
Yeah, I’m too nice, too
Because of it, I’m always caught in taboo

The wedding lasted longer than the marriage
Life goes on, I won’t be discouraged
I’m in agreement with this dissolution 
The world turns and I won’t seek retribution
So many people came to warn me
I should have really listened, darn me
My buttons were being pushed to alarm me
I anticipate my rage for somebody to harm me
Whole time, I’m on guard in the sunshine state
Got out the situation, safe and sound by fate
I could have gotten hurt at any rate
I’m so disappointed, but I never practice hate  
Can’t live it up with you, I move on
Back to having fun again and get my groove on
Extreme worse was coming, I had to let go
Doing things, I’m like Wanda, I’m ret to go
I’m not going to wait for you to get ready or change
if I’m supposed to be your husband, you acted strange
Short man caring for a woman’s kids, he’s fuck nigger
Would it have been different, if I were bigger 
They couldn’t even tell you what harm I was doing
Now, anything is used against me for ruining
Still want children, whether all mine or I add them
They’ll be so beautiful… beautiful, you’ll wish you had them
Didn’t wanna hear how you and another man did it
I was anxious for my chance, if God didn’t forbid it 
Sorry, I didn’t fit in your family, ready made
To make my own for yours, I wouldn’t trade
Mind as well call a spade, a spade
Black is color, this story will fade
Almost wanna say, same shit, different woman
I know my queen to be is coming
She’ll be much proud to wear my last name
Us and our seeds doing big stuff, Taylor Gang
Have to watch those who clean well at the beginning
Then, when I want to grow with them, they’re tripping
Watch those who wanna play victim
Turn my every action and word on me, verbatim 
It’s like driving and I complain about other drivers
when it could be me on the road, as the conniver
So, it means in women, I make poor choices
I must choose wiser from inner voices
I wasn’t trying to compete with your past
No comparison and contrast
I wanted to see what we could do, think fast
I’ve accepted reality, I’ll finish last
I desired to be married with offspring by 30
The process for me always turns out dirty
Had to beg and argue for a chance to reconcile
Telling me to give a good version to save your profile
You were content with being uncooperative and difficult
It all led to this cruel result
I was fed up with the criticism, nitpicking, and nagging
You was like a referee for every penalty to be flagging 
Started with you, first of the verbal abuse 
For me, you had every song, dance, and excuse
Michael Jackson told me, should’ve seen, you’re a Heartbreaker
Knew I must Xscape, as now I’m a Blue Gangsta
You were once a friend of mine and I thought it was major
I cried, after final hearing for signed divorce papers
You said, you were glad I’m almost completely out your life
So am I, to be blessed with my real true wife 

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