Stickysliding up my armtickling my skin tastingmy sweat the snail roams
Never stop holding my handI love how we hold hands when we are together.in the carsiting at churchwatching tvOur hands find each other,left to right,unable to hold still theycaress, their language.Exploring what is cozy, and what is awkward.Sometimes you massage my hand, sometimes Ibring yours to my lips for a kiss.A wordless glance, a smile,and I don't ever want to let go.Even our hands make love.
becoming opaquefinally, mystery loveryou begin to reveal yourselfto me,as I ask to know youmore than just in the Biblical sense...are you afraidI'll leave?that I'll judge? I'm no haterthat I'll sound like your mother?perhaps your father.....Your past confessedas we lay on your bedsnuggled togetherBaby, I want to heal you,but it's not in my power.I understand why you useit's much better thanexisting like the living dead.I've been there.but if there is one thing I've learnedon this Earthit is that you have to Heal Thy Self.no one else can do it for younot all the sex, therapy or drugs in the worldand if you can't be good,be careful.....that's all I ask.
A White Chick's Tribute to MLK Jr.One Saturday morning in January, I had breakfast at IHOP which was filled with all kinds of people from many different ethnic backgrounds. I don't normally notice this because I never experienced segregation, but after watching the film on MLK Jr. at church last Friday, my awareness was tuned in. On the way out, I helped an elderly African American man, walking with a cane, by holding the door and opening the car door for him. I realized later that if it wasn't for MLK, I might not have had the freedom to show such kindness. I might have been too fearful of being terrorized by "White Supremest" for being kind to a person of color to help this gentleman out. Thank you Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr for granting me this freedom. You are not just an African American Hero, you are an American Hero who has given freedom to us all. May we never forget your legacy to the cause of civil rights, justice and peace in America.
Try it!"How is it that you like doing that?" he asks.I really do like it, don't I?You can tell, I like rocking your world.Perhaps...what I like goes beyondmere pleasure...it's more aboutself confidence in my skill, andbeing appreciated, which is so sexy.And there is something to be said aboutdoing one's best.It makes my day when I hear you say "Jesus Christ!"I just like being "that good" to you.Is it not better to give than to receive?The more I let go of expectations and attachmentsto my own gratification, the happier I am.Try it!Try it on me!
FanBoy WantedDear Geeky Fanboy:If you loveTank GirlNausicaaDark CrystalDirty DancingContactShort BusRed DwarfStar Trek First ContactAlienAliensAvatarAlien NationEnemy MindPractical MagicWillowFireflyStar Wars (4,5,6 ONLY)Space BallsGooniesTrue BloodLord of the RingsAgoraInterview with a VampireBambiTerminator 1&2AND it doesn't bother you this isn't inalphabetical order, please drop me a note,you sound perfect!Love,Your Future FanGirl
Inner-scopea single poemI'll never stop revising -myselfOctober '11
PoemsSitting in a corner,As I always do,Lost in the nothing,Surrounded by it too,I turn to you,Then you turn away,A scamper here,And a tumble there,Is that all the effort that you got?Laying on my bed,The ceiling above,Blank as always,Boring as always,Just like you,Lying as always,Denying as always,Is it really that hard for you to see?Turning the knob,You invite yourself in,Go away I tell you,But you ignore me,You scream and yell,You beat my insides,Making life a hell,It brings you pleasure,I know it does,You like seeing me this way,How many days I wonder,Until I fade away?Staring at me,You glare,Into insides beyond the mere,I'm only a child,A poor defenseless child,How you love watching me crumble,Being blown away by little things,You love this more than anything,And all you do is deny what I say,My soul will burn,And the insides split,While you remain unswayed....How little you see,Understanding little,Seeing little,Nothing new for me,Staying
JoyMay life whisperjoy through your veinsbefore lidding your eyes.
my masksometimes my mask breaksmy mask that always smilesthrough the cracks... tears flow
Untitled HaikuLight spills onto sheetsstill warm from the breath of sleep-the heat of dreaming.
KissThere's nothing sweeterthan a kiss, except for themoment right before
Tanka Series1.dry leaves-I rememberthe perfect spiralof my wornpigskin2.asking her outby emailI proofread every wordthen-delete3.flippingto the free spacein my journal-but how can five lineshold autumn dusk?4.sorority bake salethe girl I dumpedlast yearserves mea cold brownie5.Thanksgiving-above thedinner prayerthe howlof a stray dog6.fall carnivalthe tarot woman's handwarmagainst my own7.even in the coolof night airthe roseclimbingher ankle
StarsWhat is black?And what is white?If the darkest nightHas stars so bright?And the light of day,Has shadows deepThe Same in people:Cause Happy people weep.And the sinners still love,And the lovers still sinWhat are we all under the skin?Still I know there's a difference,Between wrong and right.I wish others could see it,Then we wouldn't have to fight.But it is what it is.The devil is realThe hearts of mankindI've watched him steal.But no moreNo more!I can take no more.Please God, please, help me!I must prepare for what's in store.Cause the evil is building,The devils have plans.To blur the lines further,Cutting hearts from their hands.And God says to me-"Child,You are so brave,But where is the glory,In a star during day?"You will shine through this darknessLeading others through the night.Where is the victory,Without any fight?""But why must we struggle?" I asked my God."To refine your gold.And expose their fraud."Gold is not pure 'till it's burned f
Spiri-ku I (fr/en)Et le vent du désertsur les rêves qu'essaimentnos flammesAnd so the desert breathesover dreamsfanned by our flamesFrantz, novembre 2013.
Solstice 2011Solstice Sun Rising,Birthing of the waxing Light,Bringing me balance.