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
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