Month: July 2013

POETIC TRUTH (POETRY)

I’m words away

From exposing this poetic truth

You can’t take me away from my poetic roots

My garden is rich with colorful poetic fruit

Get you a glass come drink this poetic juice

I muse just to confuse

Filling up on poetic soup

Words dangling from this poetic noose

Poetry has no justification

Only words I speak

Is truth!

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POETIC JUICE (SPOKEN WORDS)

Perrizzites lay babies in my brain

Forcing poetic germs from these mythological veins

I write and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames

And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game

My passion has no mercy

It has no senseless shame

I’m sworn to secrecy

I have no poetic gain

And if I don’t write

I fear my brain will not retain

Tryna’ master the art of

Poetry.

Memory.

Retain.

I am desperate to be heard

I hide and take refuge from behind these poetic words

 

 

I AM METAPHOR! (POETRY)

 

WHO ARE YOU??

USE METAPHORS…

I am a spine filled ghetto

With intellectual notes

That gets stuck in my throat

Mid way down the words become my cloak

I claim not my thorn

I am a womanly girl

With Bobbie sox and Shirley temple curls

That pushes me to the masses

 

That’s right!

My thorn pushes me to the masses

And its mines!

And can’t nobody tell me about my spirit

That sees deep into those judgmental eyes

RESIDUE (POETRY)

This is a drawling

Not to be confused with a real life event

I watched my chest

Only flesh between the earth and my breast

That heaved monumental particles of me

Fragmented remnants

Debris

Left behind

Shattered glass

Little pieces of me

I needed his bricks to build me strong

Nestled in his flesh is where I belonged

And so I wait

For

A steady heave

To blow deep in my chest

WET DREAM (POETRY)

He made me feel like I was in dream

With a lot of gentle

Mixed with a just enough mean

He touched me softly

And my nibbles arose

He even asked me if he could suck my toes

He was nothing like the last man  I choose

He sucked on my nibbles

Like cherries to the seed

I was hungry for this ocean in me to be freed

I rolled over, trying to shift my weight

I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming

It felt like I was in some kind of dream state

He kissed my neck

And he made me moan

He looked in my eyes

Challenging my sensual tone

I tried to get up but he pinned me down

And all I heard was nasty, wet slurping sounds

He had me wet and paralyzed to the bed

His face disappeared and all I saw was his head

Finally he came up for air and kissed me on my face

I pulled him closer because I wanted to taste

And I licked his face leaving non of me to waste

I laid back screaming

Because his tongue felt so good

I really wanted to cum

I really felt like I could

He said

You better not cum

But every emotion in me won

When he went back down

And I began to scream

And I was pissed off when the flight attendant woke me

Realizing

It was only a dream

 

CANVAS (POETRY)

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Light lilly’s breeze through his buildings

Turning his mouth cotton candy

Was a moon to me that exhaled my essence?

With laughter

From embarrassment

Or

From an hour glass

Timeless image

Faded photograph

That blew butterflies thru my frame

And sat me on pipes thrusting pulsed between my brains

Not even the roughest twister

Can tame

His hurricane

That paints

A picture

Of Her

MEMORY “VS” INK BY SEAN AND ME (POETRY DUET)

IN RESPONSE TO A POST I REBLOGED http://artlesspoems.wordpress.com/

By http://seanbidd.com/ and me (:

Should your pin run out of ink

Seek out small pieces of chalk on a wayward journey

Or

Pledge allegiance to the clouds

Grip your memory up

And say the words out loud

We are not always promised this liberties end

Say goodnight to justice

And sweet dreams to your pin

Find shared pavements and walls

Grace them with poetic voice

And colors of the temporary moments in changing worlds

To an underworld of unheard and lost verbs

Waging war between ink and brain

The fear is not what’s lost

But what’s replaced between the pains

Ink injections make way between your veins

Let them yell

Scream

Talk

Have conversations between the earths

But after the ink is gone

It will be my memories transformed this silent birth

Rising energy from beneath this tattered girth

But above all always set them free

The words

The thoughts

The lines

The memory

Will never let go of me

Even when the ink dissipates

And deviates from my pin

Challenging my thoughts to bring forth memory again

 

The lines

The words

Let them be free to discover their atmosphere

Because deadlines won’t wait for the ink