12 February 2011

Corners

Look into me and see my laughter
I still dream of crisp green with a bright morning sun
the colors that make me warm,
and air I want to inhale
let your eyes follow...
my pain drips
leaving
me weak, frail and unbandaged, I'll open my burning eyes
wipe away tears that have crystallized,
hold my head up
to meet you
Soul to Soul
my heart to yours
without cost
I want only the love found in your closed hand,
when you near me.
you'll lose nothing but find fullness
with a huge loopy bow to take away,
greater than a large and empty home
there's a skip hidden in your walk
your mind will dance when you see
the inside
of me


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24 December 2010

L.L

13 June 2010

14 February 2010

Our Song

I need you.

Like a clock needs hands,

you gift me with purpose,

The same as the moon and sun need a place to shine,

Just like ears inhale music,

You are the strongest peace in my mind.

You are a resting place for my loftiest ideas I want to give you my life

And then live as if tomorrow comes every 30 minutes,

If I can't smell the sunshine of the rest my mornings laying beside you and playing in your hair I will turn to death and smile.

Being in love with you is a poem and every time I see, hear, feel, speak, touch or taste you I reminisce of the only reason I am content with being alive.

Your beauty gave a voice to the masterful creations that were silent in me,

when I heard you laugh for the first time color saturated tears of my past uncertainties.

While my mind drowned itself in you I birthed dreams that muted the heartbeat of my greatest inspiration.

I will Love, protect, admire, Encourage, and support you as if it were my reason for being born,

Now you should understand better why I pray so often and speak your name during my conversations with the Lord...

It is because He gave me the perfect woman and I could never nor do I desire to love another.

Sweetheart, I see greatness in what you categorize as flaws.

The way God loves me I love you and time waits for us.

Love,

From the moment you were held in the arms of my eyes I felt my prayers,hopes, desires and expectations making room in my heart for you than I lost my appetite.

Nothing but joy and passion inhabits my empty stomach. I think like a dream, I have lost my mind.

Like the toes of an Oak tree stretch toward the sound of water my nose looks for your fragrance,

I daydream of your laughter and smile whenever I think of those two windows into which I can be vulnerable in front of and look into when I need inspiration, love, or just for someone to listen...

I stare out of them when we are intimate.

My heart flinches when I see sad tears run across the only lips I will ever kiss.

I put my lips on yours and together we taste away the sorrows,

embrace each other tight enough to scare away every generational curse and affectionate fear then while smiling at each other we belittle our torments,

this love is what births every tomorrow.

Tonight I want to be inside you.

Deeper than usual and together we are going to speak unintelligible words, secrets and run pass the pleasure, tastes, feelings and sounds that are familiar until we become weak then crawl to a new strength and without hesitating lose our minds, sight and hearing only to meditate, behold and listen to the colors,

swim in God's laughter,

fearless, vulnerable, and unashamed creating positions more beautiful than constellations and sunsets.

Our bodies have become braided together,

this is more powerful than love making because both our minds know Love

we are recklessly basking in the fulfillment of this rapturous moment.

You and I are drained but not yet empty,

more than satisfied because unlike others we held each other and lost control until we felt God's creative ideas and bathed in beauty.

Breathing deeply in an ocean that likes us so we didn't drown but became high,

we inspired two bodies to appear as one word in the eyes of reality.Gorgous.

Fighting hard to keep closed those hands that hold the songs that possess the image to our soul.

You are not less than me and I am not less than you so we are victorious as we lose.

We finally release and allow the perfect melody to be sung...

It felt like eternity and there is only enough energy for us to blink three times,

exchange an I love you and a smile.

Tomorrow we will laugh, prepare our world and think of what to name Our Song.



08 February 2010

his Daytime

Inside Daytime,
I always knew of the forever felt in our love
Having a permanence of eternity that is only experienced in death
Its beauty is brighter than every morning sun
And night star
For that reason hastily it summons me
And I see fear
It stills me...
And I want you, inside my mind
body and soul
Walking into darkness, I
feel your presence
I reach for you as though I am blind
Many have understood this logic and vision
And not waited in pain
So sure there is nothing else to live for
Not tasting the purest nectar nor hearing the perfect sounds... of my Lovers breaths
beside me
Dreaming of more than love and inhaling
ethers that carry colors
onto notes whispered from my Lover
We have sat on top of clouds,
Admiring angels in flight
laughing into each others eyes never seeing an end
I have watched a rose bloom and you have smelled the fragrance
We are aware with our eyes closed
Like the moment of a kiss
Flowing hair
moving waters in a stream
a gentle evening breeze
Tall trees standing
through all seasons...
Deafening silence during a sunset
Muted ages that smile
No hunger or thirst
Because of a feast,
...it means,
I am in love.

01 January 2010

Perfume

Its not falling in love but it helped me trip...
It is sightless beauty.
Unlike faith or hope because it is for my mind a bath of visions.
My eyes are given nothing neither are my ears, hands or mouth but they drown in its essence when I don't try to use them.
It's like the tears of laughter the laugh of music,
The color of eternity and a dream's musing.
If it were for your eyes it would be like watching a woman stand beneath a waterfall that doesn't pour water but all the things we as godly men pray for.
Then imagine marrying her.
She never dries just remains soaked with the harvest of your childhood, adolescent, and adult hopes and because of the love that is often colored, softly known you behold forever become old.
It would be sitting in front of the faucet from which all reveries flow...
Or if it were meant for your ears it would be listening to that angel blinking its head of eyes. Or like hearing a cherubims talk with the voices of a protective lion, restless owls, and laughing turtle doves.
This is similar to falling in love.
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12 December 2009

A poem.

Listening to colors laugh


We speak a different language the same as angels,

not just with our lips but fingertips and expressions,

without words but fragrances and colors conversations last for light-years for above the sun is where we are.

I am able to articulate these verbal inventions because these lips have kissed a star,

that shines as bright during the day as it does in the dark.

Her smile steals beats from my heart you should hear us talk...

For we speak a different language the same as paintings,

its not english but Rembrandt and Van Gough and sometimes her fragrance sounds like Thelonious Monk.

Round about midnight her skin feels like the ocean's thoughts,

my hands often go for a swim just to comprehend the most beautifully complex topic that can be studied...

Her.

A sacred blend of virtue, allure, wit, beauty, and God.

Her smile can eclipse the sun,

when she walks I feel the need to applaud.

In her eyes there is a riddle that I don't care if I never solve because that means I can gaze for the rest of my life into the windows of such a gorgeous soul.

When I run my fingers through her hair I hear a song,

I touch her with a reverent spirit because she was once touched by the hands of God.

You should listen in on our conversations and if you close your eyes its like being in a spaceship,

this love is so potent I think birds can taste it,

her hugs are to me what ganja is to a rasta after one I am lifted.

She is everything and way more than I've ever imagined effortlessly erasing the women of my past,

she was meant for me and there is nothing like her simply because being with her is like listening to colors laugh.


-Marvin Lewis Jr.

03 December 2009

बात करना बंद करो

blackened form made me go into a time and become lost
time stopped
and left me to be here
unattended
enticing me with the beckoning finger and forced grin
one hand hidden behind a stooped back
knowing it smelled unfamiliar and rotten
my feet were moving
in spite of my gut saying no
my heart became trapped
im trapped
in a space thats
changing me
im feeling lighter
with less color
no joy when i see the sun
the birds sing but i hear screams
i avoided falling
into this space when
i was five
he came back for me
with the same
candy, but my need was different
i carried desperation which made me, easy
i was tired and hungry
so i ate.

21 October 2009

UNDRESSED

As if
I walk into a coffin and the smell of life
is covered by a veil of
sheer delight
i wonder why it appears so easy
to be unclothed
from my comfort of black tears and
bitter solitude.

I lay
in the filth of my decisions and
choke from my actions
not knowing that I could see from the beginning i was a part
of his cyclic plan
kissing me with those charred lips
as soon as I took my first breath
he aided the doctors fingers
to release
the cord from around my neck.

Down, and falling
but always seeing up never to grasp the end. Never being mutilated
to feel only... bottomless in a pit
of shards of glass that dance like worms
awaiting me
hungry beasts foam and salivate
for my end to begin, my pain speeds their pace
anticipation is seen in their stride
of a love gone bad.

To become
a decaying blood clot between
evils teeth-i would rather become
than to feel tenderness blanket me...
again, exhale the warmth from my breast
to inhale the chilled angst of what is to become
an end to a beginning, seen
of no time
only echoes of unheard screams
finally
eyes closed in peace

26 August 2009

13 August 2009

Life is like a box of crayons. Most people are the 8-color boxes, but what you're really looking for are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation.. so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type.. I'm like, hey girl, magenta! and she's like, oh, you mean purple! and she goes off on her purple thing, and I'm like, no - I want magenta!

John Mayer
American Singer & Song Writer 1977-

30 July 2009

Circles

We met at my birth
gently you gave me my first kiss
with a Promise
lovingly you wanted her
so how could you try to destroy me
with your words
how did your touch begin to bring me pain
and wounds
pressed so deeply
that they have damaged
the part of me needed to fly
under your foot I broke free
wounded
five year old
little old me
Showing you my scars
and telling you my pain
smiles you Promised
for me
with vows
that it would never rain
so how could you try to destroy me
with your words
how did your touch begin to bring me pain
and wounds
pressed so deeply
that they have damaged
the part of me needed to fly
under your foot I broke free
wounded
twenty-five year old
little old me.

03 July 2009

Stilettos

I should have looked better,
deeper...and
with an enhanced vision...of you
getting my prize, that lays between my thighs

Letting you feel my energy,
and have my number...was the start of
my biggest blunder

Tasting your fruit,
and not recognizing the flavor...
was not a reason for me to think...to savor

Minute one, day two, and definitely not month
three was not enough knowledge, or truth
displayed for a Queen like me

I have looked at the best...of what I have that's tangible
like the fine crystal vase, my highest count threads...
but not before I opened my legs

I contemplated long and hard before spending
700.00 dollars for the shoes
known as Jimmy Choo's

I waited a year checking & trying for a better fit
...noting the quality, and waiting for a while
for that one pair with the right style

Asking many questions on-line,
trying to find, even one flaw...before covering
...my feet...

I spent more time & energy for shoes at places
...than I did for a man that would be right for my life
...not knowing he would bring me harm and strife

The next time I will recognize that exotic taste...of his fruit
when for sure... I am in search of a man

with my own plan

I will now see without those blinding rose colored glasses, and not be amused by swagger, curls, and
muscles.

I will hide my prize up on a shelf...and not display
God's given gifts,

and talent...

for a time.

~~ ~~

I will not let the ungodly feel my energy,
or come in my face, to invade my presence ...a real man of character
knows his place.

I'll check with the Master 1st, for that man that thinks he knows...

the plan
...of him, being My~ godly man.


22 June 2009

Waiting



How and when did thoughts of us start to form
I thought it was reaching through darkness for a hand,
before time started our journeys
I know now,that's when our minds met.

We were there at His fountain drinking...
and being filled completely.
The familiarity of your music and my laugh
came from whence we would stand,
there in His presence.

Not knowing that again our souls would meet
to smile and dance
while passing on a street
Learning to
trust in Him to carry our hearts.

I think in questions, praying for answers
to join with you again
Is it only for us to be at His fountain
together-that way
only, again.

Why do you come to my dreams
touching me with your poetry, and a gaze
giving a happiness and freedom
that's familiar,
and real.

Pray with me to know,
if it is not in His will-my acceptance to Him
trust...knowing what is greatest for
me, He'll place it
in your eyes.

I'll live with my path and cry a smile,
knowing that what He has planned
is ineffably better than us,
not feeling each others warmth and special touch.

If it is for me to live at your feet
to give you all of your heart's treasures,
and soul's smiles
by being the jewel that you saw as a child
I will one day more than feel.

To know from Him that there
is nothing together,
better than us.





08 May 2009

One day...

One day
we'll build
a raft
and put a mattress
on it.
We will take our clothes
off
and discard them
in the water.
We will love
each other
under a bright sky
carelessly.

14 April 2009

12 April 2009

Lyrical Love
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08 April 2009

Inspired

you
touch me

without your skin

you
touch me again
and again and again

you
say Baby dream...
come on
please
once more

(i look at you)
you
say dream

not for me
but for You
i wanna see
You
happy

You
see something
in me.
 
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08 February 2009

Needing you

Stepping into the pool of tears
I wake from a dream to stand on my feet
Feeling endlessly
an eternity beneath me
Do I dream while I am awake?
Did you put your foot in the water too?
Making a ripple 
Altering my mind and thoughts, and 
Flow…
That caused a chillin’ feelin’
of tiny whispers of cymbals
That wouldn’t stop.
Too dark in here this room seems
Relentless, never ending and like an eternity of bliss
Your kiss.
I am enveloped in stillness
My sound is like the hollow ongoing hum
of a drum
Numbing me, yet pulling me
Onto you…
The temperature here must be free
Because I am naked and yet clad
virtuously
By this experience
I hold out my hand to reach for you
The length of my arm extends too far away
From my heart
I feel you through the movement of my hair
No sight of this presence possessed
Surrounding space
Leaving me not...
lonely and in search of
A direction 
And now I hold myself and feel 
Peace. As I follow the nape of my neck
Running my fingers-tipping for sight
Welcoming my smile
I can step out-not knowing where I
Am
Or where I am going and feel
Safe knowing you are there, and here
To guide me with your love, out of the still
Waters.

07 February 2009

Cracked Abyss

Moisten your lips in preparation of what is here…
I called you and you came
leaving a wife
Kids, hope, strength …dreams
As you saw the images coming into view
Everything you believed in
and that believed in you
You just sat them on the shore
Taking that step to the oceans floor…
The abyss.
What was gone now awaits your welcoming kiss
once hidden by the one that left you desolate and vile
Only
now returning and bestowing
you with seven times the supremacy, and domination
over your mere existence
as before
you folded, and the pipe reigns
no resistance like a worn rubber band
You stood up and showed the fallen one your hand
Take me in deep…
Finally, you will peacefully sleep
resting in my desires
Trust in me
let me own your soul
Pay me forever with your life’s toll
Yes you are mine now to destroy
Feel me rise into darkness from lost joy
Love me!
The wanted ruler of your tomorrows
Look into my eyes and not see your Mother’s sorrow
I owe you nothing from my empty promises of pain and suffering
But I rape you of Everything
Because you looked back into my eyes
I char your mind with my images and demise
Unaware of my plan to raze many,
I sought you for my tyranny.
I thank you with the lives ruined by my touch
Through you
…Because you gave up so much.

27 January 2009

 
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30 September 2008

BROKEN



Broken
I can't fly now…
Like a grounded bird …With a broken wing
Not seeing life as I have known
Soaring high…above the rest,
…holding…carefully in my breast
What once glistened as a precious jewel
To have and… bestow…My love~ for you
~A tenderness…that he could feel
When the wind would rush in
Sending me so high… into the sky
…is gone
…search and search,
Never again…will you find.
~Copyright © 2008 by: Lyrical Love

FIND ME

Find me
I hide from you
find me
standing naked in truth
find me

I wait for you
find me
I want you to.