Mmmm
Getting together with…
A sharing in mind…
A pleasure yet not…
Spoken or felt…
You just want to be dealt…
Mind wandering…
Tantra…a woven…together
Keeps popping up…
Smiles over take me…
I cry…
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Mental Slavery
Around the globe
Mental slavery takes hold…
Be a relationship of not…
Is there always a secret plot…?
Don’t let your culture kill you…
People are variations of you…
Not copies…
You are no stranger…
No matter where you may go…
Be it Dutch land or Germany…
There are something’s which…
You share…
Name it…Claim it…
Left over in your mind…
Is a time standing still…
Eating at your will…
Subjugate your own rehab…
Free your inter-mind…
With your inner soul…
Slavery is alive and well…Done…
Like a rare steak…
Your order please…
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All For One
A sweet little lady...
With two names...
They both see the world different...
But yet the same...
They share a smile...
That would light up the world...
A country mile...
One has class...
The other style...
A young Queen are they...
One a worker...
While the other at play...
We shall call that one Nana...
Mind working over time...
Adrian/SO fine.
Wisdom is her mark...
She is so mentally smart...
Tall and Tan...
Quiet and re-fine...
Could they both...
Be before there time?
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But He Said
As a female you are…
Or should be on cloud nine…
Not because you are so fine…
But because of now…
And at this time…
Women becoming unto themselves…
There songs to be song…
Bright is the day…
The past never goes away…
And then you meet…him…
Not wanting to go astray…
A few impromptu…whispers…
And he is in…
Oops..
You’ve done it again…
Shame on you…smile…
Bubble busted…
Dream come true…
Oh, now what you gonna do…
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I'ma Queen
In as deep, deep sleep...
But yet woke...
Surrounded by beauty...
That gift, that woman...
Gods creation...
Queens a plenty...
Woman...there are not many...
Coming of age at a...
Young age...
Sharing all the world...
And its rage...
Doing her part on stage...
Born to be wrap in silk...
Queen-mother in her own rite...
Poor she is not...
Inner riches help to...
Deter the plots...
Cots made a wonderful...
Lay for pay...
A soul enlaced with beauty...
A wild seed...there were many...
Time give view to her real duties...
Duties of self...esteem...
Self...worth...
Self, self, self...
Is there nothing else?
Inward tears flow forward...
Smiles become frowns...
And back again...
And the queen within...
Wins...
Sun and rain together...
Allows the flower...
To grow...
Grow my pretty...grow...
Fly...
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Renaissance Woman
Like the bird from the fire…
Re-birth is a desire…
No more dancing…
To be viewed…
And no more getting screwed…
Respect on site…
Be it day or night…
And yes will sometimes…
Be no…
Even in a hot flash…
My no you can’t trash…
Renaissance woman…
Are the women of yesterday?
The woman of today…
And surely the women of tomorrow…
Rolled into one…
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You Told My Mom
Ladies...
Word up...!
If your man is...
Getting out of hand...
Don't tell his...
Father, man...
Tell his mom...
Oh, yeah...
Mom will let him know...
He is out of hand...
Momma don't play that...
When you get fat...
Run and tell that...
Momma don't play...
She'll be there...
Making things OK...
Call her...
Tell her...
For he does not...
Want her to know...
That his character has been poor...
So tell mom...
He is flicking up...
Mom will do him like one...
Does a pup...
Shut...him right...the flick up...
Until next time...
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Touche
Wow! Your mate…
Your partner…
That queen whom you share…
With God…
You ever think…how she…
Is every woman…
Her dress and or style…
Has you see many…
Women in her…
As to relate too…
She is a little “Ruth”
She is a little “Esther”
She is a little…jazabel…
(lol…for your eyes only)
There is a little of “Diane“…
And a whole lot of “Mary”…
Then queen Claudia surface…
I need never be…lonely
Or want for anything…
For my queen is the woman of my dreams…
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I Know HE Knows
Some days you just yell...
Out...
To God...
Hold me...just hold me...
Tears flowing from your heart...
Eyes filled with wonder...
God is real...real!
And you know it...
So you cannot quit...
Because of it...
No matter what...
God is on the scene...
Loving and caringly there...
And you know that...
You do...
And yet...some how...
You doubt...and pout...
Inners shouting...Real, Real, Real...
God heals...even on a slow...day
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Manna of A Woman
I've noticed the way...
You look at me...When you are on top...
The way you hold me...
As you are sliding down...
Your eyes looking right into...
MINE....
That look...
Saying I do...Love you...
All...of...you...
Holding your pace...
To explode with me...
You..arre...amazingggggggggg...
reaching together and...
sighing...together...
In awe we both are...
But you... make...
Me feel I am truly...truly...
Yours...
Your warmth and look....
Make me feel so safe...
If ever I had met a woman....
She carriessssssssssssss...
Your name...your scent...
Your beauty...Yes!
I am the lucky one...
I am w--
At this bed I am hooked...
God sent manna from the sky...
And now I know why...
Deep down I cry...
Womannnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
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Subliminal or Not That is The Q
Are women wild by choice...?
Or by a subliminal push...
So I ask in a different way...
Are women exploited...
Because that is there choice...?
Or is sublimunal that voice...
Bear with me ladies...
Don't beam up just yet...
Just think about that...
Look at the teenage female...
Today...
Is her mother...
The reason for the things...
She say...
Why so young...
When they run away...
Did her mother tell her...
she was old enough or...
She is ready for rice...
Remember she has been watching...
T.V. all of your life...
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I Am Wonderful
Take a basket...
Fill it with who...
You think you are...
Mix it up good...
Be frank...
Now pull something...
Out of the basket...
It does not matter...
Whats in the basket...
Its your chatter...
That the basket holds...
It's you...
Not who...but...
You are a good person...
You are a bad person...
Mainly a good person...
That is who you are...
By far...you...
Are a wonderful star...
A real human-being...
Who can smile...
Who cares...
Damn what others think...
You are you...
In the pink...
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Mind Over Matter
As I gaze at your photo...
I imagine our minds meeting...
On a mutual level...`
As we talk, we start...
To become one...
Osmosis is inevitable...
I touch me...
Is really touching you...
And when you touch your...
Sweetness I am there...
Ooooo, I declare...
Then your smile come into play...
We are in the middle of nowhere...
And we know that an apex...
Is a song we can sing together...
In acepella your voice...
Increase...as do mine...
But...
It's not time...
Going pass the rainbow...
We travel slow...
Slower still...
Whispering in a low, low tone...
We inter one-another...
Further into blitz...
I am you...and...
You are me...
There is this silence...
Silence still...
Silence..
The air around us...
Shakes...and shakes...
Blindness over takes us...
We are still in silence...
And blind...we twitch...
And twitch...
Booooooom! then this bright light...
Faint are our heart beat...
Mind Blink...
VERACITY...
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Leading Figure
A woman well rounded…
Not conceited but grounded…
Angel or hell sounded…
A protagonist by any means…
Sweet and gentle…
Outward it seems…
A man needs to know…
With respect…
There is no to and fro…
So with her you most flow…
She is not insane…
As you to know…
Just a woman on the go…
Treated as the woman she is…
Allows mans kindness…
To go along way…
Conversation is good…
If you know when and how…
To bring the hood…
Her and abuse don’t get along…
And man…
You can’t talk no sh-…
For if you are a fake…
Alone you will wake…
She yarns (sensibility) …
It shows a different quality…
For the man she seeks…
Now that she is at her peak…
For there is nothing she…
Would not do…
For the man she can call…
Boo…
The gentle Lion must be felt…
And not physically dealt…
Not a roar…
But his…
Whisper…
Peace and understanding…
Keeps her strong…
Now…guys in who’s…
Arms do you belong…
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Mmmm...I
The continued contact...
You meet someone...
You start to think...
Should I..or should I not...
And why do you think that?
Because it feels good...
To you all over...
The talk...
The touch...
The waiting...
That is so good...you think...
That you should not...
But at the same time...
You think that you should...
You are respected...
By the concern shown you...
Mist fills the spot...that's hot...
And it should not...
Or should it...
Just remember it's all good...
When you are respected...
Then maybe you should...
And would...If it was not only...
For that one night...
Or that one day...
That should, moment of play...
Relax...
Enjoy it in that way...
What does your inners say?
Well! what the hell...
Only your insides can really tell...
Being respected is swell...
But sometimes you just want to yelllllllllllll...
And...
Leave out the details...
Even the orange juice and toast...
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Stymied
Precarious concerning an affair…
It’s not love but a dare…
Lacking confidence in self…
Stand up if nothing else…
Rise toward your inner beauty…
As God’s creation…
It is your duty…
Be not, unstable in love…
First love…is of self…
A queen awaits you…
A throne for which…
You are over due…
Respect is your hue…
Start yourself anew…
Curb your sexual desire…
Man cause you fire…
Smile…
Let the female from within…
Rule and school…
What you can’t understand…
Only you…can make you…
Not some disrespect…
Be a wise queen…
Man shall treat what he respects…
It must always be…WOMAN…
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Precarious
Why must I search…
For love or emotional concern…
I treat others like myself…
Fear of falling from high…
Above…
Feet not grounded…
Yes…I am bounded…
To jester…
And strong attitude…
Weak in respect…
All tantamount to failure…
So…I depend on pleasure…
And why not…
It is the zenith of my day…
I am not okay…
Because I am in that way…
Lacking in stability…
As dangerous as it maybe…
Why must I search…
Are…the compliments so…
I can be bed…
And not wed…
Many nice things are said…
And demonstrated as true…
So…why am I so blue…
In my mirror I see smiles…
Thinking I have a foot hold…
On life…
But as yet…
I am not a wife…beep, beep.
And I rush for my date…
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Our Land of Love
Can we talk over coffee…
And see how wrong we are…
The world is watching…
Who we are…compared…
To whom we are…
Murder in our schools…
Our raping of land…
God does not bless the ugly…
Man…
Smiles we show while…
On the go…
Shuffling the poor to and fro…
Killing the poor no one knows…
“God Bless America”…
That we shout from mountain…
And roof tops alike…
Which is really a bunch…
Of croak…
“By God”…
When are we going to grow up…
And feed the poor….
And stop walking the rich…
Ain’t …That a bit-…
When we to live the constitution…
And leave capitalism to the dead…
(Martin Luther King) …had a dream…
As did America forefathers…
So which dream is coming true?
Do we (America) have so many…
Children we don’t know what…
To do…?
Come down off that high horse…
Which we (America) ride…
Doing a dance…known as the slide…
Who are we really…?
What kind of people are we really…?
And for…....
I pledge and die…
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Well Water
How can one have words…
Over that which does not…
Belong to them…
A boy friend or boo…
Is just that…
A free emotion running wild…
Who stops at a well to drink…
A well which is used by some…
If not many…
As the water is given to drink…
He is free to drink it…
Which does not mean…
It is your well he shall always drink…
For any well which offers water…
He will drink…
So how can you tell him…
The well he should drink from…
Water is water when you hunger…
For thrust…
Remember water is free…
And so are the wells…
Now what can you do …
To change that…
Make sure only certain…
Drinkers, drink from your well…
And you still cannot tell…
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Dental Hygienist
Dental Hygienist
I met Debbie today...
On my trip to the V.A.(Veterans Hospital)
Which I was going to delay...
She...hosted me with a smile...
And lecturing me all the while...
In her very polite Debbie style...
She...the Dental Hygienist...
During more then her...
Job...
She was not a hob...nob...
But a 'good will bob'
And this day there was a smile and hell...
As we talked... she...
Wished me well...Keeping that smile...
On her face...
Even during my disgrace...
Making me feel this is the place...
A refuge if you will...
Giving me peace and still...
I am glad I met...Debbie...
A reflextion of women past...
A true hygienist with...
Class...
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What A Friend
Lady of the G..spot...
You are just a dot...
I've always wish that you...
Sh- or get off the pot...
In you I do not plot...
To me you are...
A save-a-lot...
You are truly my friend...
And that I want to never...
End...
But every now and then...
I ask if I came come in...
But I keep in mind that we..are...
Truly freinds...Platonic at best...
So my asking...is always in jest...
And maybe that is best...jset...
And anything other...I would be a pest...
That would be a mess...
But you rest...
We both have pass..the test...
I would love to fail...in jest...
We shall remain platonic...
Now that takes balls...
But that is my call...
We are friends after all...
And I am the freind in need...in deed...
Keep one eye open...
And the other eye on...
Jest...
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