To grasp now
To grasp now
I been thinking
An all too
When I think
I think of
On this dead branch
Carried by water, I thread
Each step, a shocking surprise
Interlaced with fear
But like a blessed cat with nine lives
The soul carries this body in moving on
My only cocoon is you
This poem, where my bed of peace is laid
My only home is you
This poem, where my cool waters pamper for a swim
My only shade is you
This poem, which arrests the murderous sun
And serves a breathing seat amidst all the dying
My only shelter is you
This poem, in the midst of perilous snakes
Which hide in trousers of life to defile my happiness
My only saviour is you
This poem, which baptizes to cleanse my soul
Of the daily dirty stones pelted by life’s criminal side
My only hope is you
This poem, you, a perfect diary keeping my mind in
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Line of my
With you hands
Of where my
So that I
Your lips part
To my heat
The pinkness of
(art by Stefan Kuhn “Shout Out Loud’)
Written by me.
And the wickedness
I am the
I am mountains
Fireworks in July
I am nature
The stars you
I am the dark
I am consciousness
I am giver of
I am sister
Created with Werdsmith.
Black is beautiful! Nicely done!
This poem was on my last blog before it was deleted. Today was the perfect day to post it again. Read and Enjoy!!
“Black is Beautiful”
By Lyrical Poet
Black I was born Black I was raised
Red is what I bleed Yet it’s Black in my veins
Black is intelligent To Earth we were Heaven sent
As Kings & Queens to reign On a throne that was Heaven sent
Black is the Motherland That started in Africa
No other place like home I gotta get back to her
Black is Me Myself & I
Black is my Mind Body and Soul
Black is my Past Present & Future
No matter where I end up
I will always see that
Black is Beautiful
As the New Year approaches I truly feel relieved. I’m just ready to expand, spread my wings and soar. 2014 it’s very bitter sweet to see you go, but I’m ready to move forward. I thinks it’s time that I put up, or shut up. I have no resolution and the only thing I want to do is be a better me. I want to be, a better friend, a better lover, and just be better. I want to experience life a little more. So with that being said I just want to say how thankful I am for those in my life. For my mother especially who I know loves me whether I am good or bad. I love you mommy and no matter what I do in this world I want to know I am grateful and I Thank you for being my teacher, my role model. And also I wanna say to all my followers, my readers: sincerely Thank you for stick with me and believing in me! You guts fucking rock(excuse the language)! So ready to start the year! Happy New Years Hunnies! Let’s make it count this year!
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