It Was Only Coffee
Young lady you run... Through my mind... More then I would like... But you being there is... Like a summer breeze... I am tense and at ease... All in that one moment... I see your body before me... Under me... Over me... I would truly love to live... Within your garden-walls... It's not often that a woman... Is so close... And yet so far... Platonic can only travel so long... I realize you are the master... Of your soul... And to me you are like gold... Deep down...I really must work... To get...IT... I felt your fresh-nesssss... From that first day at the coffee... Shop... Your silhouette haunts me still... In a very good way... A way I can't speak of... But you know...you know... If only for one night... Your garden I would love... In delight... Live there for a time... awake to the song of birds... Rushing to fix your break-fast... Treating you like the queen... You are... That gift which God created for man... I fear you...and at the same time... I adore and admire you... Respect you...that is mandatory...God says so... So I let you run through my mind... Keeping my thoughts... Fairly...fair... Most times I am breath-lessss... As I see your magnificent... Shadow... My whole being is harden... But gracefully...mind you... We must have a clandestine rendezvous... Oh'...That is just the boy in me... Speaking out... Don't worry... I will reprimand myself... For that... Sleep my queen... Enjoy the dew upon your... Garden..which is often thought about... And if ever you decide to water it... Remember... I would love to be the rain... And yes I am smiling.... And you...
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You Are Great
Sweet lady day…
On my mind you stay…
My intimate whispers, resonate within…
Your spirit…
For days after…
O' how GOD must…trust mankind…
To let mankind share in this gift known as…
Woman…Truly a gift from God…
Woman- imagine Adam and Eve…?
Not making love…I just can't…
To touch woman…before and after…
Is just a thrill…to real…
An awakening…toward her beauty…And sensitivity…
Her self-respect…
It all pulls at man…
He knows you are queen…his queen…
The gift…his gift…
The woman…his woman…
And he will never forget…
Never…that you have a mind of your own…
Which enhance many things…
Like him in your dreams…
A smile from within…that is such a thrill…
Which brings about a warm chill…
An a after…smile…
Which last all day…
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Eat Of This Fruit
Men just think…you've always…
Been close to God…
You are HIS first creation…
The vicegerent…
Over the Garden …now that Garden…
Walks on two legs as you…
Just think of the blessings…
God would bestow upon you…
For respecting, that which HE…
Birth from you…and then gave to you…
Your own Garden of Eden (paradise) …
If you will…you, would have never…
Never abused (paradise) as you have woman…
Which is now your personal Garden…
(Paradise, Eden,) you are to protect, love, honor, and
Cherish Her…
So She may acknowledge good fruit…
Can't you see…THAT She is your…
Blessing of all time…
Wake, walk-up my brother or you will surely…
Die…often…
She is yours to respect and protect no matter what…
Level of life she may live…
God…Left Eden in your control…
My…how the mighty (man) forgets…
How he became so mighty…
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I Wonder Woman
All… that we know as mates…
What…are we doing…as mates…
Knowing and doing…
A decision you must decide…
Has nothing to do with pride…
(Repetition) …could be good or bad…
(In the case of Abuse) …
Arguments and beatings over time…
Brings fear and a forced obedience…
In the case of love of self…
Arguments and beatings…
Brings separation and your freedom…
From that…no repetition needed…
Your queen hood succeeded…
Inner passion has much power…
You…are always the woman of the hour…
Your ability to be queen is…
Inevitable…for you are pregnant…
With such a crown…
No need for a beat down…You woman…
Are…Profound…
So remember that word, love…
And how near to a bed were you…
When, It was said…lol…
The good and the bad…
The…real ups and downs…
Your understanding…of…
(The grass is greener) …means much…
Woman…remember…God, gave you…
That touch…Use it…
Woman man, really is your student…
While being your lover…
Teach him, women unaware will thank you…smile…
Do your job, be queen, that is who you are…
And know, a man will respect that, no matter what…
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Respect God's Gift
My queen of many sweets…
Grant me thy royal seat…
Without you I'm not complete…
No other shall adorn my sheets…
For you, my queen are unique…
I'm attracted to your energy…
God created you just for me…
Together we are foot-loose and fancy free…
There will never be another you for me…
Your love is where I should be…
God created the deep blue sea…
And all that swim in thee…
God created a queen for every man…
Your love is like grams of sand…
Excellent for filtering the man…
For you… are many…your love for me…
Is plenty…
And without you I would be committing a sin…
Now and again…
So, be surprised…
That I obey, not just for thighs…
But because I love you…your beauty…
And your wisdom show…
As a person… I can't doubt you…
Any more…Mother of the womb…
A railroad for slaves…
Concubine to a (master) …
It was my life you save…
There is no shame in being your slave…
You have endured much…
And yet…
You have the sweetest touch…
I can't help… but to love and respect you…
MUCH…
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Mind of Her own
You can be direct...
With or without male contact...
You see the past...
And the future as well...
But still in me you dwell...
Causing me to swell...
You, moan and softly yell...
You are direct...mostly for you
It's costly...
Like that day; you went to explore...
The garden...
Your directness has you and I...
Band to earth's woes...
As man and woman.
All the birds and butterflies...
Cried.
No one knew you had such pride.
Satan evens regret his move...
Satan never consider your...
Direct mood.
Satan touched your softness...
And was hooked.
You shared it with me...
I was well took...
It is all wrote down in the book...
Even God was shook...
Your beauty and wisdom cook...
Your respect...
Made you and I rejects...
Now you secretly rule the world...
Giving your love briefly...
At some moments...
And to the brim at other times...
Directing man, by his spine.
Oh! you are good,
With the garden in you...
Allowing man to plant...
Down the road allowing him to pant.
Then man chants...
A song of your sovereignty...
Which is given by God...
For mans tree.
You woman have a mind of your own...
You are truly mans home...
There is much concerning you...
And your garden, I do not understand...
As Man.
And when my spirit was running...
I understood you not.
Your garden...
Your garden...
Is none stop...
The freedom of your mind...
Holds me ever so close...
And...yet so farrr.
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Oh Joy Oh Joy (from, Even Though There Are No Reasons)
Oh joy oh joy come here to me
With a morning coming in a song
And set my wings a little free
In rising freedom to cherish among
O love my love let me awake
Where the water is crystal clear
And find the breeze by the lake
With the time of sweetness’s air
Flowers give their blossoms sprung
And bouquets of colors to shade
In living green and seedlings young
Each garden of joy in summers made
Where love is freedom without haste
A living art that gives its pleasure
With every tincture of nature’s paste
In every unfolding we must treasure
Enjoy your freedom in summer's time
Of colors fulsome and youngish look
When growing is giving of its prime
Each day a garden like an open book
Where nothing remains in the same
Of joy to take from to give and bring
Every new morning in its fresh flame
Endlessly to admire and by joy to sing
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A Memory In The Making
A rainbow of explicit scenarios…
Playing hide and go seek…
Which involve your secret garden…
Thoughts that expand far into…
A lovers universe…
Orgasms like the big bang theory…
And still man is alone…
Woman why have you forsaken…
Man…is it because of the apple…?
Sexual pleasure is a heavenly delight…
Be it day…or be it night…
Woman…(YOU) are THE gift to mankind…
I am a man…
Let me unwrap you…
And be spellbound…
What is a promise from paradise…
If one never gets to touch or taste of it…
I know now…that respect of you is …
Over due…
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A Stipulative Discovery
(Idle hands are Satan’s work shop)
People don’t understand…
How fragile they are…
Not doing good by far…
(Like a sweet restraint…I see us)
To become accepted is like…
The main appetizer in a meal…
Love bad or good is real…
A body acceptance of entry…
To forbidden places of it’s owner…
Crying out in whispers…
Saying is that me?
Oh how lovely I am ….
How can this touch…this kiss…
Mean so much to me…
From where are these feeling…
Coming…
Mother never mention to me…
Concerning such un-spoke… of places…
The…sensation…
Wow…My body is amazing…
The reason for thinking one is in love…
I still cannot understand…
There is much of me to protect…
For I am…Queen…
Every man’s dream…
Stop man’s plot…
Trespass me not…
My relationship shall and will not…
Be a blot…
Respect of me is more then…
A marry-go-round ride…
I am self pride…
I am woman…
The gift to man…
Respect my whole being…
Or just keep on walking…
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One and Only
How fair your skin under God's great moonlight Again giving you top billing... Not concerning my plight. They say most people are good at heart... Without you I (wander) wonder how that could have start. You are the mighty tree in God's paradise, And all the beauty which surrounds the garden grounds. One and only, a Queen of queens... In a garden fresh with beings. If I were to make a wish.You ask what could it be? What else but you a special dish, Given by God to me. One and only You are By far Today's living star. I ponder not, nor wander(wonder) who you are... That one and only created for man... Woman, YOU.
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In the Garden, With My Father
It is spring.
As in my garden, I stand.
In the garden -
My father is there;
... though long since gone...
He IS there.
I tend to the weeds,
The veggies and flowers...
He is there.
I never understood him
(as I should have, could have) ...
Until now,
Here, in the garden.
Where I, like he, work the soil.
I've come just recently
(these last few years)
To enjoy and love my garden so.
- I am not as surprised afterall, as I would have thought,
To find him here.
Here, in the garden.
He loved his garden very much.......
I - at that early age of restless youth - had no use
For such slow moving things.
But now, I see, and myself move, at a much slower pace.
Therefore, it is him I am here and now able to see,
In the garden.
Watching it all grow, so peacefully.
It is somewhat sad, that now,
When I can no longer tell him,
I understand.
For I have come to find... I love the garden too,
Just as much as he;
And we both always will.
My father - standing in the garden -
I now know.
After all these long years.
And I've missed him so;
But, how wonderful to find,
He IS here...
In the garden, our garden,
Always, with me.
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1 Among 50
A few out of many,
But it was 1 among 50 as the muse wrote;
And like a lovely garden with the muse of love,
But the rain comes to water us all in peace.
Do exactly what you have in mind,
And do what is nice to respect my love;
But it was 1 among 50 as the muse wrote,
For the joy of this garden is like living in paradise!
Obey my voice and obey my love,
And like the lovely songs of the birds around;
For this garden is all that we have,
But it was 1 among 50 as the muse wrote!
And the true peace of the mind always comes with love.
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Age Old Feelings
For this woman, his heart doth treasure
And in his soul, he will always treasure
In her heart, naught these feelings lay
But like a game, with him she'll play
Broken hearted, he cries heavy tears
Such tears had not been shed
For so long a time as to be forgot
Such a time he had such a thought
That a sacred love he would never find
And to said love, he would become blind
A fair young maiden in her tower sits
Between her heart and mind, she is split
Her mind demands she do what she must
Her heart to her mind may never trust
For her heart is where true love lies
Yet in her mind, that same love dies
How can love live and die at the same time?
It seems that thought would be known as crime
To her, True lover seems so far away
But in truth, that love will come one day
They met by chance, it seemed too late
But in his heart, it seemed like fate
She was so scared as was he
More in love, they could not be
But because the fear was combined with love
It did not seem it could last for long
They felt the joy but also the fear
He tried to help, she tried to hear
But she was too afraid to heed
So what he did was show her whats real
Not the things of want but that she was his only desire
Love The Time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
You have for you
Love the time you spend outside
Because this nice weather won't last very long
Fall is on its way soon
Love the time
To listen for the song of the birds
This might be the last time
Love the time
You have to reflect on your life
Love the time
You are worshiping God
Love the time that you are discovering your feelings
Love the time that you are learning about yourself
Love the time
Your soul waits in silence for God only
He is your rock and your salvation
Love the time
To dream
Love the time to paint a picture in your mind
Love the time
When you have a positive attitude
Love the time
When you are in the valley of the shadow
You will fear no evil
Because you are with God now
Love the time
Because you belong together with God
Love the time
That you are being yourself
Love the time
That you are moving on
And doing better things to improve your spirit
Love the time that you are gaining your trust back
Love the time that you are gaining self respect
Love the time that you are building your self esteem up
Love the time that you are watching the gold star at night
Love the time that God carried you to solidarity
Love the time that God will bear you up
So that you will not strike your foot against a stone
Love the time that you saw the great light
Because there were people that were sitting in the dark
And you were the lucky one
Love the time that God has opened up the door for you
Love the time that God has given you a chance
Love the time to know that the past is a part of you
Love the time that God is comforting you when you are sad
Love the time when you see writings on the wall
That you can read
Love the time to enjoy your freedom
Love the time when you are flying on the airplane
And looking out through the Airplane window
The sunset in the sky
Love the time when you sing out the blues
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time that God will set you free
Love the time when the sun will rise early in the morning in the summer
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time
Love the time to know that age is no barrier to beauty
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Stuck o the Butt
I cry from deep within my soul
For humanity, which is
So ugly and so bold.
Something I live and
I am not told,
To each other we are so cold.
God has given us a choice
We all have our own voice
Be it right or wrong.
The unsung heroine's song
We must sing
Ring, ding, ding.
The rhapsody of woman/kind
How it blows the mind
Yet so very, very divine.
Woman, woman so fine.
From the pits of her
Inner/self she sing
Her song.
Respect me man with ye'
Organ of taste.
Woman is all man can be
With no waste.
But, notice man continues to mistreat woman.
The will of woman/kind,
Her gentleness,
Her mind,
Her sheer delight.
Her share...
Restrain, the woman who cares
Bind her bring her to the grotto.
Her soul she will give,
For man to live.
Woman is cool, calm and collective
Under pressure still.
Going into death...
To give life
Woman, girl or wife.
Her hand someone need hold,
Without ever being told.
Woman, woman... a (God) gift,
Pure Gold.
An impelling force her source,
Deep,
Deep,
From the gut,
And with all else man is stuck...
On the butt.
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Boeing
I was listening to this female artist last night,
Relate how she was in love,
And a light came on in my head,
Love or sex or Sex and love...Boeing
Which is which...when you say you are in love?
The line must be incredibly thin or invisible.
If you are in love when you want or after having sex?
Then a certain someone whom you've known for years,
Whom you claim love, love as well...
Then what kind of love do we speak of?
You meet someone you have a thrilling, unique encounter
Now you feel it's love.? !
Love is very, very unpredictable...
Where people's feeling are concerned.
The female artist said how she would...
share this love with another just to keep it...boeing!
Is love that unexplored that we can't
Really distinguish it from what we are not feeling?
Do I really love my mother?
Is this love a love shared by our creator?
And if so how can HE/SHE love us as much
As loving a bird or a bee...
Still saying loving them as much as me?
How can I love Lucy as much as or more then Sally?
Is it looks or sex?
It's something and I know not what it is.
The female artist said she would give anything to keep this love
She was singing of...Boeing!
Are there levels of love and if so, what...
Class would one enter to adjust themselves
To be aware of such level’s in his/her own feelings?
It would provocate, that something this well known
Is so unexpected and is causing people high-blood pressure
As well as having one run right off the road.
LOVE!
What is it and why is it?
I've had some very good cherry pie...
Never really loved it...because apple pie is just as good if not better... Boeing...LOVE!
What is it.>?
I see a queen my body moves in many directions.
I am with a queen my hands and my mind never stop moving.
I am without this queen and the same things occur.
Sounds like love to me,
Felt like love to me,
Then muck, the puck,
A duck is a duck…
I never took love 101,
But in my hood we had classes in hood sex on sex
Sex-1...sex-2...sex-3
PH-D's in sex before and after sex.
AA's in sex while having sex with another.
Certificates in plan old 'just love’ Boeing, Boeing, Boeing
But never a class on love and what is(love)
And why it is.
But what the heck...
Whatever it is that makes me feel
I want to be naked and run down the middle of the road...
SMILING...it must be a GOD sent.
whisperkwane
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Our Past Our future
My heart is filled with…
The bitter sweetness of…
My past…our past…
I want to change the way…
I smile…
At me and my past…our past
There are things I must…
Not forget as well as…
Forget…
I am a queen from…
My motherland…
Which I am separated from…
And yet…
I am still a queen…your queen
Still the gift…
My respect shell stand…
Know that my black man…
Your hands belong not…
On me in an abusive way…
Loving me is okay…
God created us…
You an I…
For each other…
To respect, love, and built up
One another…
The whole world is our…
Play ground…our living room
Together we are the next…
Ship to the moon…
We are history…
In the making…
My love for you…
Powers me in many ways…
And yet., .
Your disrespect warns me not…
What am I to do…
You can’t keep driving over my foot…
And expect for me…
Not to respond…
I am queen…
Your queen…
And has been from the beginning…
You my dear black male…
Must work on your respect…
Toward me…
For I am you…
I live for you…
I educate myself for you…
You must work to keep…
Me happy…
Respect of me is your first job…
Know that…
And keep me in your bed…
Forget that and we …
WE are DEAD…
Whiseprkwane
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I Have Laid My Bed
Love on the ice and music on the run,
Your love is better than my wages!
And i have laid my bed like the American Garden,
So wake up and come to me my sweet one.
The dead line is near but,
You need the African Garden to enjoy your mind with;
For out of Asia came the Asian Garden of love to touch your soul.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Extraordinary
The wonders of woman happen…
Every second…
Making man proud…
God…Shouts out loud…
"WALK MY QUEEN… WALK"
Woman an extraordinary…being…
That's right…EXTRA…ORDINARY…
GODS…(yellow finch) …
Flower of flowers…
Mind of HIS MIND…
She is queen of this planet…
No! . of this universe and outward…
Her touch like the sun giving pleasure…
Making essence, brightening mans glow…
As she moves among the earth…
Extraordinary…dark chocolate…
From the earth's core…
The hottest spot…there of…
Melting man's heart without trying…
Keeping man from dying…
But not keeping man from lying…
Extraaorrdinary…
Now…man is CRYinnnnnnn…
Knighthood him… queen…?
YES…or…NO…
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The Seven Years
My disagreements are of....
My own choice...
And i remember God said...
'obey the laws of the land
which you live, un less it interfer with my works'
'No man knows the land which he
will die'
When men disrespect what...
God has created...
His/her choice is there own...
But disrespectful...none the less...
We as a people must learn...
To live among that which...
God has created...we as human...
Kind are over every living thing...
Upon this earth...
And we must protect those which...
Live in this world...
Man, b oy, woman or girl...
Without respect time has no meaning...
Then sin would be useless...
And the only sane thing would...
Be love all things...
Save the world...
As wise as we are...we...
Have no respect for life..
Trees or grass...
Air or water...
Do we dare...? do we...
Can we...love and respect...
Each other...
Can we?
Woman are the hope of this world...
You can see it in them when..
They are little girls...
As women... we miss them...
As mothers... we love them...
As a person we should respect them...
No matter what the peer presure...
whisperkwane
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Life Is amazing
Amazing is the life given…
Like (fajr) prayer early in the morning…
Breaking the light in the sky just before sunrise…
Amazing is life given…
To hear the whispering of the winds…
After an emotional play…ha! , ha! …
Amazing is life given…
To hear the voice of a child being born…
Or birds chirping in a group by the pond…
Or at the corner street post…
Amazing is life given…
When you witness the blooming…
Of a planted seed…indeed…
Take heed…life is amazing…
Amazing is life given…
When your queen smiles at you…
Just to be smiling…
Or the woman next door offers you…
Early morning coffee…
Out of the blue…she offers you….
Amazing is life given…
Because the giver of life is(AMAZING) …
As is the woman who is created for all…
Of mankind…rewind your soul…
Love the amazement which is woman…
Share…in her respect…
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