farashuu Mmmmmmm, kisses. yum yum. - October 30, 2011 add/view comments (0) |
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Fresh FRUIT The juice from by berry is sooo sweet It can and will make you giggle It will inebriate your soul while lifting your spirit It does all of these things to me The songs, all of them from the sorrows and joys of my being, comfort me. Reassures me that I am alive. That I'm here in this place growing and knowing myself. I thank God for my life. For each breath I take, for laughter and, for pain that reminds me to make changes. Remember the root, stem, leaf, flower, fruit ripening and, the juice from it. What I rejoice in. The growing and, the fruit produced. The cycle of making seed for new growth.
Emotional Do I have emotions? Am I emotional? Does the ocean have water? Does the water spill over? The sun does have flames that eject from its surface. However none have succeded in getting from that place to this place. My planet does have storms. All sizes, all forms. Radiating from the centers of my continents, to where my water meets my shores. Like the edges of my atmosphere, effevescent. Like the molten metal of my core. I am what I am, having what I have. Am I emotional? No, my reality has no soul.
I was born very pigeon toed. I fell. I tripped. I always had knots on my big head, scrapes on my palms and bruised knees. But, it didn't keep me from walking or even running. Eventually I learned not to fall.
BLACK WOMAN A Black woman is like a pure black rose bloomin, sweet chocolate meltin, a juicy peach ripenin, new babies cryin, beautiful black thighs and, the arch in her back and, nappy hair and, she singin cryin laughin fightin, bein strong and, she's real and, loud and, still and, silently weepin for her pops and, her brothas, her girls and, her chillins. cause the world don't understand that she's the real descendant of the worlds jewel and, she carrien the burdon and, the blame and, the lonely tears cause she raised the black man and, won't allow him to be himself and, be a real man and, raise his chillin. Now I'm foolin. See a black woman, thank God and, yo mama and, honor her cause she's still smilin.
is not just an emotion, it is a behavior. A series of acts by which you demonstrate your love.
Tiny black butterflies with brilliant irredescent purple veins pulsing with light like fire bright like fire flies twinkling flapping and fluttering tiny wings like puckered lips before a kiss blowing out tiny candles lit all around my private ship
Extreme tendency to fiend like drugs anything I dream Niagara Falls barrelling down a one track mind with surround sound I feel it , but I don't do it I crave it, but I don't taste it won't waste it, won't face it If you could even read my mind a burning comet searing through you might find me standing on the edge of sanity where meets eros devine
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