I miss staying up trying to find the truth we kept inside i miss pretending them saying our worth was in a book of lies that truth never ever chose to despise but i wish in this sea of saying someone would realize that all the myths that honor gifts to the treacherous and lecherous spies i don’t want your gifts i read all your myths and your tainted cries yet your tears only shield what forever after meant to reveal my intent is not to show but reveal that as far as we think we go we only go as far as what we believe that is real…
There is an understanding between those who share experiences it can be as deep as those who take blood oaths or some other social connecting entity that binds you to infinity, but what it could also be is just some silly crazy reason for your you to become weirdly close enough to my metaphorically I that somehow soulful cosmic you what you pretend to know cosmically know doesn’t mean that the world will be the same when you …
remember or pretend I am not sure when you will be reading this reason to comprehend.
Softly but before silence, I whisper your existence and you find me in the midst of waking. You remind me that no longer should I blindly ache for the kiss of lips to define me. Above all this is bliss where sublime be but without you all my dreaming is behind me. So before I wake to face this damaged day I say a prayer before waking…Amen
The things we hold sacred have been lost to the matrix; blue pill or red. We have all been misled. Silence will not save us, long been sold, long been bred but they now no longer need us – read the book of the dead. So they wonder while we wait, what will become of our fate in the land of milk and honey what will they do without no money? How do we watch the world decay and pretend it’s the only way? If you knew the truth of what life meant would you take the blue anyway?
How do things so easily go over your head? I could see if i were speaking a different language or even in tongues or some sort of Ebonics vernacular not known to everyone. I merely speak poetically, which translates to the heartbeat rhythm becoming sound and if u never stop to listen, you will never feel the sun nor the moon nor earth nor the life sustaining water that springs forth from your sacred space. Stop imagining all these superficial things and trust that you made it through. Stop giving others credit and know that you are the source of all power as long as you believe it true. Stop letting them control and devour the force hidden deep within you. Trust that you know secrets that they will never see through but use your powers for good because there is divinity in you beneath this flesh, bone and blood lies a soul ever aching, waiting to be born
how do i please thee
so easily blue
so quick to eruption
yet painfully true
her heart bares a silence
that is soulfully new
how did i become the fool
fought so long to find favor
what i found was a friend
one to laugh at all my anger
not as mockery
but to show the hypocrisy
of that which i had cursed
for in my misery
she would cling to me
while convincing me
of my worth
so i thank her with my verse
and as a poet that is my death
all the flesh and blood that I have left…
I Thank You
Remembering the moment when our eyes met, our souls touched we kissed in each others silence for the very first time neither of us knowing that this would be the bliss that we all but missed our first times around. As we wonder back in time broken hour glass sublime trampled tulips spring to mind as our hearts begin to find space to regenerate and combine beating rhythmically through time…if only i would have said hello
…i once danced with a gypsy on my way to writing a love song in her eyes was a mystery that foretold all the beast and beliefs that she was sold at first i thought it easy to possess this ugly soul but beneath her anger and rage what i found was a childhood stole…
Yesterday I shared a few tips on wooing your beau in a nontraditional manner this Valentine’s Day by cooking for her. This is not only a major money saver but you will earn major cool points which translates to major snuggle points for the evening festivities. So you have wined her and dined her but the night is still young, how can you top off that amazing meal? Sure you can go traditional and break out the flowers, balloons and box candies but you have done that for last several years. Try something new, something bold since you have already fed her body try something for the mind and the soul.
Recite Her Poetry
In the spirit of the first article I would like to start by saying that I know that most men are not poetically inclined, lyrically gifted or wordsmiths by indoctrination except when it comes to spitting the gift of gab that got her in the first place. So harken back to a time, the first time you saw her in that way, you know what i mean and remember that courage that you had to muster but once those words started to flow you knew you had her. This is what poetry is about remember those special moments and finding words to match the rhythm that it creates in your mind. Try to stay away from the old stuff that has been used far too many times: “roses are red and violets are blue” died in elementary school. Find out the things that she is passionate about and you will find a poem that speaks to this feeling. If she has a favorite poet, create a compilation of their works and read to her while playing her favorite tunes softly in the background. If you are having trouble finding something that speaks to the moment feel free to borrow from Nightwind Serenade I am sure you will find something to set the mood just right.
*Side note: Remember the dessert from dinner that I urged you to save some of in yesterday’s article, this would be a great time to couple that with a complimentary wine.
In this next step you may have to be a bit persuasive. Now you should insist that it is her turn to recite a poem. If she has a favorite great let her express it with all the emotion that she has to offer and if it is her own then that is all the more reason for you to embrace the moment. However, if neither of you are poets then go with one of the classics have her recite Maya Angelou’s Still I Rise, a strong woman empowerment poem is a natural aphrodisiac. As she speaks feel how she relates to the words and how her voice inflection and her body movement affects you in ways that they never have before. Let’s face it the only other time you will get this type of emotion is in an argument but that is another subject for another article it is now time to move into phase three.
Now it is time for the sensual poetry. Ease into it something subtle first, seemingly off topic but will purposely set the perfect mood to move into a more sexually charged evening. It is important to keep your cool in this stage because this is when you bring it home poetically, sensually and sexually. Let’s keep it real this evening is goal oriented and while we love the dance and foreplay we are focused on completing the mission. You wanna start slow, maybe pour another glass of wine and let her know you have a few more poems that you would like her to hear for discussion. Might I suggest one of the many short sensual pieces from Deep Sexy Blue such as the one entitled:
I await my lovers kiss
like the wet
that will drench my lips
when I sample
her sacred seas,
pierce those perfect hips
and leave my love
inside her mind…
It is important that the poem is short and not too heavily weighted with things to contemplate. It should be mission focused and clearly comprehended so her attention remains on you and how she is going to reward you for these new sides of you that you have shown. You two will find a new appreciation for one another and by the way this doesn’t have to wait for Valentine’s Day. Good food, good music, and good poetry is good for each and every night of the week. Share your intellect by finding the rhythm in her that moves your heart and once she becomes that rhythm in your heart the words will come easily.
Recap: Just as with the cooking she won’t be concerned that you wrote the poetry because she knows that you don’t write poetry but she will be touched by the energy you expended to make the moment memorable and meaningful. You too will be rewarded with a deeper understanding of your relationship and how new things not only mean change but growth and who knows maybe next year you two will have some of your own poetry to recite to one another as you celebrate Valentine’s Day.
…No one’s born a poet but chosen shorty after they learn life… Stay tuned I will expand on this topic very soon