creature of strange beauty
moving like she doesn't belong
here
staccato floating
disappearing and reappearing
you catch a glimpse of her face
peeking out from behind a tree
only because she wanted you to
suspended in the moment as her eyes soaked up the eternity in you
bright, and everlasting in the mind of the blessed witness
you are in trouble
or
you have won a friend for life
*
she decided 3 days ago
what to do with you
the she-wolf
elegant mystery
and purposed force
her cunning nature
could only be divine
Friday, September 6, 2013
Sunday, July 28, 2013
silence
when i was born
my heart called out for love
of a certain kind
and it continued to call and call
for some time
and when it stopped
the echo surged out
through the mountains and valleys
of souls and lifetimes
the sound itself searching through the eternity of me
and now here i am
straining to hear the last faint whispers
of myself
singing for that love
wondering if perhaps its just a memory
soon there will be silence
my heart called out for love
of a certain kind
and it continued to call and call
for some time
and when it stopped
the echo surged out
through the mountains and valleys
of souls and lifetimes
the sound itself searching through the eternity of me
and now here i am
straining to hear the last faint whispers
of myself
singing for that love
wondering if perhaps its just a memory
soon there will be silence
Friday, May 3, 2013
dentada
she's sweet
but she has teeth
you can buzz 'round
just don't touch down
if she entraps you
you'll be enraptured
until a million tiny tempting scenes
and sweet pink pussy fantasies
dissolve into a past-life dream
without so much
as 'dust to dust'
but she has teeth
you can buzz 'round
just don't touch down
if she entraps you
you'll be enraptured
until a million tiny tempting scenes
and sweet pink pussy fantasies
dissolve into a past-life dream
without so much
as 'dust to dust'
prize peaches
we sit with our legs open
to give our flowers some sun
let them bloom
and give you a whiff of sweetness
inspire you to climb higher
see for yourself why we're worth it
and what life is like
at the top
cuz we ain't no low hangin fruit
these is
prize peaches
growing wild and free
in funny shapes and rich colors
soft, fuzzy and wet through the skin
heavy with nectar
sweet syrup entrances
natural high from huffin that fragrance
takes you on a vision quest
and you'll come back
a man
if you can reach us
you can reach us
just climb
"climb baby"
whispers in the branches
just climb
to give our flowers some sun
let them bloom
and give you a whiff of sweetness
inspire you to climb higher
see for yourself why we're worth it
and what life is like
at the top
cuz we ain't no low hangin fruit
these is
prize peaches
growing wild and free
in funny shapes and rich colors
soft, fuzzy and wet through the skin
heavy with nectar
sweet syrup entrances
natural high from huffin that fragrance
takes you on a vision quest
and you'll come back
a man
if you can reach us
you can reach us
just climb
"climb baby"
whispers in the branches
just climb
Dear God/dess I Luh Dese Wiminz! (Janelle Monae feat Erykah Badu: QUEEN)
These are my people. The Wild Women. The Rebels. The QUEENS.
a truth told and ignored is not a secret or a lie. or a phase.
he loves me
and still, he says things like
"you got on a lot of colors today!"
"what is this your rebel phase?"
"you just wanna do whatever you wa..."
"I JUST WANNA DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANNA DO."
I said before he could finish.
I meant it.
might have come out snappy
but I said it with a smile
because I love him.
even if he don't understand
(that it's not a phase)
and still, he says things like
"you got on a lot of colors today!"
"what is this your rebel phase?"
"you just wanna do whatever you wa..."
"I JUST WANNA DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANNA DO."
I said before he could finish.
I meant it.
might have come out snappy
but I said it with a smile
because I love him.
even if he don't understand
(that it's not a phase)
Thursday, April 4, 2013
The Promise
I wonder if it hurts the trees
to have to let go of their leaves
to be laid bare by biting winds
to be made ugly by winter
Are they ashamed
of scarred and peeling bark
of gnarled branches
of the fact that the birds have abandoned them
for full, lush Southerners
I wonder if they fear
the wretchedness of winter
even as spring bestows life once again
and beauty its favor
I wonder if they wince in budding
not from the pain of new birth
but from dreading
the promise of winter winds
to have to let go of their leaves
to be laid bare by biting winds
to be made ugly by winter
Are they ashamed
of scarred and peeling bark
of gnarled branches
of the fact that the birds have abandoned them
for full, lush Southerners
I wonder if they fear
the wretchedness of winter
even as spring bestows life once again
and beauty its favor
I wonder if they wince in budding
not from the pain of new birth
but from dreading
the promise of winter winds
dnr
put me to sleep
make me invisible
send me into the mists
if you love me you will
let me go
let me be lifted up to a place
where i really exist
beyond the veil
you may see shadows of who i used to be
but who i used to be was only a shadow
of the real me
the love was real
it's just that
she wasn't
make me invisible
send me into the mists
if you love me you will
let me go
let me be lifted up to a place
where i really exist
beyond the veil
you may see shadows of who i used to be
but who i used to be was only a shadow
of the real me
the love was real
it's just that
she wasn't
Friday, March 15, 2013
what i am is real
i've wanted
so badly
to be one of the pretty people
one of the sexy
flipping my hair
with the assurance that it will land perfectly on my shoulder
as i look back over the other
winking goodbye
sassy
prancing
carefree
i've wanted to be unforgettable
i've wanted to be a legend
even if only in your mind
even if we didn't last for ever
i've wanted you to look back on me
with wanting
wanted you to remember me like a movie
bo emerging from the tide
or pam in hot pants, sass-mouthing
i've wanted to be a thing of fiction
when what i am is real
how silly
i've tired of my fake self
but i wonder
when i see you gawking at starlets
if you ever saw the stars in my eyes
if your emotion will ever be as strong as your arousal
if i will ever believe i am enough
if you will...
and if you don't?
so badly
to be one of the pretty people
one of the sexy
flipping my hair
with the assurance that it will land perfectly on my shoulder
as i look back over the other
winking goodbye
sassy
prancing
carefree
i've wanted to be unforgettable
i've wanted to be a legend
even if only in your mind
even if we didn't last for ever
i've wanted you to look back on me
with wanting
wanted you to remember me like a movie
bo emerging from the tide
or pam in hot pants, sass-mouthing
i've wanted to be a thing of fiction
when what i am is real
how silly
i've tired of my fake self
but i wonder
when i see you gawking at starlets
if you ever saw the stars in my eyes
if your emotion will ever be as strong as your arousal
if i will ever believe i am enough
if you will...
and if you don't?
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Reason
pressing lips together
one last silky glide of
color
virgin blush
reminds them of young pussy
tongue runs over teeth
licking chops
she prepared
to dazzle
no nympho
she liked play
knew they believed it
comic relief
her nightly entertainment
not why
but a pleasant side effect
and they deserved their own ways of coping
she did it
for
arms wrapping around her waist
in darkness
sandwiching of legs
between legs
soft snore in
her ear
approving
after
she loved the darkness
was not afraid
felt most herself
there
like delicious meal
best when shared
eating up
the fullness of herself
no makeup
clothes
constrictions
free
feeling real
Whole
no presentation
fantasy
flair
no dazzle
honey earth smell
dewy softness and hair
flesh
pressing
real
Pleasure
silent worship
form revealed
everything she did
she did to feel loved
in darkness
no other reason.
one last silky glide of
color
virgin blush
reminds them of young pussy
tongue runs over teeth
licking chops
she prepared
to dazzle
no nympho
she liked play
knew they believed it
comic relief
her nightly entertainment
not why
but a pleasant side effect
and they deserved their own ways of coping
she did it
for
arms wrapping around her waist
in darkness
sandwiching of legs
between legs
soft snore in
her ear
approving
after
she loved the darkness
was not afraid
felt most herself
there
like delicious meal
best when shared
eating up
the fullness of herself
no makeup
clothes
constrictions
free
feeling real
Whole
no presentation
fantasy
flair
no dazzle
honey earth smell
dewy softness and hair
flesh
pressing
real
Pleasure
silent worship
form revealed
everything she did
she did to feel loved
in darkness
no other reason.
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
old friend
i loved you then
and i love you still
but sometimes i wonder
if you've realized yet
that that thing you sold your soul for
is just life
a miracle
common to all of us
your troubles weigh no more heavily
on the mind of god
nor do the angels sing louder
when you triumph
they sing for us all
even those of us
who accepted this glowing thing
covered in plain brown paper
as a gift
free
and cherish the act
of removing the wrapping
you loved me then
but since may have forgotten
and i wonder sometimes
if i realize yet
that your life is worth no more than mine
though you paid for it dearly
it gleams
and mine is still mostly covered
in plain brown paper
and i love you still
but sometimes i wonder
if you've realized yet
that that thing you sold your soul for
is just life
a miracle
common to all of us
your troubles weigh no more heavily
on the mind of god
nor do the angels sing louder
when you triumph
they sing for us all
even those of us
who accepted this glowing thing
covered in plain brown paper
as a gift
free
and cherish the act
of removing the wrapping
you loved me then
but since may have forgotten
and i wonder sometimes
if i realize yet
that your life is worth no more than mine
though you paid for it dearly
it gleams
and mine is still mostly covered
in plain brown paper
Thursday, January 10, 2013
that girl
my heart hadn't beat all day
until the moment that you squeezed my hand.
just like that
i gave it up again.
easy.
i try to be hard
except that
it's so difficult to constantly fight against
such essential desire
denying that I need love
seems to me the highest breach of my own sacredness
i am lost to myself
and yet
i won't survive here as
that
girl.
that vulnerable girl.
that open girl.
that soft and insecure girl
gently crying then sobbing
and beaming smiling
that girl who craves your attention
and would crawl into your lap
and curl up like a cat
and just pur.
if she could
she is far
too delicate
to survive here.
in the land of clever detachment
and nonchalance.
there is no milk or honey here
not even any water
no sun
just the dimness turning disbelief into
something we call worthy
and the noxious smells of putrid hearts
rotting from under use
growing roots
and sinking into the soil.
growing into trees of knowledge.
we celebrate, and though the fruit is not good to eat,
we feast
keeping the veil pulled tight around our painful revelries
Love may not lay eyes
upon us now.
Here, the people free their souls from the burden
of divinity
and prefer to take their bitters
as desserts.
souls
will surely die in this place.
and mine is no different.
so I put her away
for safekeeping.
but in all her weakness
she is a risk-taker
and refuses to be shut-up
around you.
but that girl
bright and rapidly fading
will not survive here.
until the moment that you squeezed my hand.
just like that
i gave it up again.
easy.
i try to be hard
except that
it's so difficult to constantly fight against
such essential desire
denying that I need love
seems to me the highest breach of my own sacredness
i am lost to myself
and yet
i won't survive here as
that
girl.
that vulnerable girl.
that open girl.
that soft and insecure girl
gently crying then sobbing
and beaming smiling
that girl who craves your attention
and would crawl into your lap
and curl up like a cat
and just pur.
if she could
she is far
too delicate
to survive here.
in the land of clever detachment
and nonchalance.
there is no milk or honey here
not even any water
no sun
just the dimness turning disbelief into
something we call worthy
and the noxious smells of putrid hearts
rotting from under use
growing roots
and sinking into the soil.
growing into trees of knowledge.
we celebrate, and though the fruit is not good to eat,
we feast
keeping the veil pulled tight around our painful revelries
Love may not lay eyes
upon us now.
Here, the people free their souls from the burden
of divinity
and prefer to take their bitters
as desserts.
souls
will surely die in this place.
and mine is no different.
so I put her away
for safekeeping.
but in all her weakness
she is a risk-taker
and refuses to be shut-up
around you.
but that girl
bright and rapidly fading
will not survive here.
Saturday, January 5, 2013
snake and bird
it is hard for me to comprehend
that love is a thing for which some
have no vision
i know love
like a snake knows the earth
intimately
it is my home
my world
the only plane on which i move
belly, heart, voice, soul, womb
pressed up against it always
writhing over it
becoming alive by this awkward
curving way
birthing and rebirthing myself
into its hands
a piece of my soul is in it
and it keeps me drawn close
magnetically
skin to skin
i breathe it
as much as air
i live in its dust
but you
are a bird
what you know of earth
is paltry
air is your way
you seek to rise above
the dirt that is my cleansing
still
you come here
to be fed
if only for moments at a time
your kind
descends from mine
and somewhere
you must still feel it
gravity has not let you go so far
yet
you are still pulled
if not as close
you need this
you need this
a snake
in love with a bird
will never fare well
he is too high for her
she is too low for him
but she is the only reason he is here
and in him are her hopes of evolution
how could it not be meant?
one day
all birds must land
perhaps by then
she will have sprouted wings
that love is a thing for which some
have no vision
i know love
like a snake knows the earth
intimately
it is my home
my world
the only plane on which i move
belly, heart, voice, soul, womb
pressed up against it always
writhing over it
becoming alive by this awkward
curving way
birthing and rebirthing myself
into its hands
a piece of my soul is in it
and it keeps me drawn close
magnetically
skin to skin
i breathe it
as much as air
i live in its dust
but you
are a bird
what you know of earth
is paltry
air is your way
you seek to rise above
the dirt that is my cleansing
still
you come here
to be fed
if only for moments at a time
your kind
descends from mine
and somewhere
you must still feel it
gravity has not let you go so far
yet
you are still pulled
if not as close
you need this
you need this
a snake
in love with a bird
will never fare well
he is too high for her
she is too low for him
but she is the only reason he is here
and in him are her hopes of evolution
how could it not be meant?
one day
all birds must land
perhaps by then
she will have sprouted wings
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