I just needed to vent

Here tis...

The Taste of Love

You wanted me to be on time.
When I arrived you called to me.

There you were; a tantalizing dessert.
Chocolate so slowly dripping from your body,
Strawberry sauce pooled from your breasts to your hips,
Whipped crème sliding down and cascading through your folds.

I dressed in my most natural suit.
And chose the order of my urgency.

Double sweetness so deliciously firm.
Heavenly darkness swimming in juices from your heat.
White rapids fall to the promise of ambrosia,
Musk-filled nectar mixed with my love for you.

BTW I didn't mean to imply that I would post whole stories here. You can probably tell based on the length of my posts that my stories would be too long.
 
How we long for nights like these
Where time seems to freeze
In the chilly midnight air
And we have nothing to do
But hold each other tight
In a warm, tender embrace
But as I strain to pull you closer
Close enough to feel your heartbeat
Pounding in my hands
I see that no words are worthy
Of how I feel right now
And close to you
Is never close enough
 
Here I am again
in the same old familiar.
Familiar.

I know the face can't quite remember the name
Whatsherface
You know who I mean

Yeah that's right the same old familiar
Familiar
Worn around the edges but still as rough as ever
 
A black flower,
rhyme scheme romancer
breathing with each tantra
five languages


and no one could understand why her flow was so fast
asked her to slow down

later they were like

Hesitating like that she’ll never last

I was
hiding my soul behind
slanted eyes of amber

If hip hop is consciences
then he has to change his standard

My dreams were slandered
the standard
of my life was
letters never sent to those lovers that
claim they know me
yet still they dismiss
me as a flunkie
instead of a microphone junkie

I'm no inteluder
Cute break between the music

I'm an perpetrator
who perpetuates lyrical grace

I'll etch -a -sketch
and stretch the context
just for the response I get

The consequence
of an action
of consciousness
elitist nonsense

Check the content
of my lyrical
lasik


I cleared your third eye
so now can you see the god in me?


Oh wait you're just looking
for the "blonde" in me

respond to me

Damn I feel molested
cuz hip hop fondled me
 
Did you ever wanna just write some hot shit

Some blow off the roof type shit

Some get you in your gut shit.

make uninspired writers get out their rut shit
Some make cats say

“Daaaamn shortie Can spit”
some so influential they call it the newest testament shit
Some waging war, make you go to your shoebox and get your gun shit
then bring Assata outta exile
black panthers got a gang of politicians walking single file shit

rile and rally up the troops
from craps games , corners and stoops shit.
Some put down your two way and connect to this lyrical fiber optics shit

Some pick a newspaper and read it shit
Some pick up a drum and beat it shit
Some find a hungry soul and witness food for thought to feed it shit


Some removing cataracts off of third eye shit


Some writing a word to the wise shit Some Nikki Giovanni, Langston Hughes, Betsy Smith, Martin, Mandela, Malcolm X, Sojourner Truth, aint I a woman strong black
and west Indian shit.

Shit
I mean I’ve wanted to write some
hot shit
but this is all I came up with.
 
I don't have kids
but poetry is my baby
So when I lactate
it’s to attack hate
but

All I get is irate
responses

Get this
I'm a lesbian
so all of a sudden

"I hate men"

Come again?

I got a father and a brother
and my past is checkered
with one or two lovers

When my womb is my brain
and my heart is my pen
I'll re write every rhyme
in time
just so it can be reincarnated and
born again

Birthed from my essence
without sin
prolific and magnificent

No offence meant
I'm heaven sent and earthbound
and she's the only one
who don't turn my upside down

No phallic false hood
Love always,

Miss Understood
 
Damn, woman, get you an agent. Someone should be willing to pay you for these lyrics.

I'm not a fan of hip-hop (mostly because it is hard for me to follow on the radio - mid-range hearing problem from sitting in front of the trombone section) but these read better than some of the lyrics I've looked at on the web. I'd listen.
 
Des,

You never gave me the impression that you hate men :confused:

Not really confused, I got it. Sounds like you are dealing with haters.
 
perdita said:
Dest: you need to post in the poetry section. Your lines match those of your photo (and that's saying a lot). You vent like a songbird, which is to say keep singing.

Perdita

Thanks for the kick in the ass Per,
I submitted * new poems yesterday and they're up already
You're like my Lit mom (although not half as crazy or sheltered as my actual mother. She had no idea Target was a store:rolleyes: )
 
destinie21 said:
You're like my Lit mom (although not half as crazy or sheltered as my actual mother.
Oh god I can't believe I have another Lit. kid. ;)

Call me your bohemian aunt, or godmother even since you're RC too (though I'm not that great at keeping myself in line).

You're a great daughter I'm sure, be nice to your mom (buy her some great shoes).

Auntie Per :heart:
 
perdita said:
Oh god I can't believe I have another Lit. kid. ;)

Call me your bohemian aunt, or godmother even since you're RC too (though I'm not that great at keeping myself in line).

You're a great daughter I'm sure, be nice to your mom (buy her some great shoes).

Auntie Per :heart:

lol.:D

I can't afford the kind of shoes my mother wears. She'as the one who "schooled" me. Besides when I said she was the quintessential Diva I was not kidding. She has clothes that cost more than I pay for rent.
(Keep in mind that I live in Manhatten in a 2 room apartment w/walk in closets)

I'm always nice and respectful despite what my brain tells me. Nobody crosses Mother. and She didn't raise no fools, I would never disrespect her. I just get mad
 
destinie21 said:
I can't afford the kind of shoes my mother wears. ... She has clothes that cost more than I pay for rent.
Would she like to adopt another daughter? Tell her I'm straight, RC, well schooled and have old-fashioned manners.

Per :rose:
 
perdita said:
Would she like to adopt another daughter? Tell her I'm straight, RC, well schooled and have old-fashioned manners.

Per :rose:

Sure you can be her smart daughter
I hold down the fort and continue to be her gay daughter
I also have a brother, he's a medical doctor
And a sister she's a history professor. Also a doctor.
(her and my brother aurgue over Phd vrs Doctrate all the time)

PS: I hope I do something note worth so I don't have to be the dumb one lol
 
destinie21 said:
I hope I do something note worth so I don't have to be the dumb one lol
You cut that out, sis. I bet your bro and sis can't write poetry.

If I join your family we'll both be the smart(ass) ones.

luv, Per :heart:
 
perdita said:
You cut that out, sis. I bet your bro and sis can't write poetry.

If I join your family we'll both be the smart(ass) ones.

luv, Per :heart:

My sis is one of those people who writes history text books.
Thank god she got the boring job. My brother is a heart surgeon. Thank God he got the bloody profession. I was all slated to be the Lawyer but I don't want to defend criminals and one way or another I'd have to. So I am well on my way to being an up and coming face in fashion. I figure within five years I'll have forgotten my orgins and developed a faux British accent.

Meanwhile my parents figure two out of three aint bad :D

pS: all joking aside my parents love me and that means a lot
 
Another Rant







I’d rant
an incant
and demand
attention

and I guess I should mention
my penchant for doing things wrong

Tradition seems trite
yet I stand and fight like
the woman before me
Tradition deceives me
loves me then leaves me
with

aborted doctrines

chanted mantras of
rock-a-bye-baby

Where’s my prince charming
who’s gonna save me?

This is alarming

as appalling
as calling religion some show on television

They told me man would save me
They told me a bunch of lies
they told me a man would save me
but he’s only been demise

It’s way to many woman who can say that they’re mothers
but can’t say that they’re wives

A ring on my finger a yoke
on my neck

Submit to your husband and try to forget


Nina Simone will sing you sleep
With The house of the rising Sun
As you pray to god that
it can all be undone
From ashes to ashes and dust to dust
From mother to lover
to daughter to slut

It’s the words from your mouth
that make her worthless
and since she’s worth less
there’s no protest when a man can’t see
who she is
She may be your princess
but she just his ho

just like you called me however many years ago
when she was conceived
I told you she was yours but you didn’t believe

Lying bitch
Slut
Hoe


That’s what you called me
maybe someday she'll find a man
just as good as her daddy
 
Dark fear – Bright love

The dark in your soul
Fights to bend my mind
To bring me to bear
The weight of his crime

The words of your pain
Rip my heart from life
I shout were it me
You would be my wife

Who did this to you
Who caused such harsh breath
Point him out to me
He shall find his death

A beauty like yours
Is a gift to hold
To see and to touch
And never to mold

You deserve more joy
From this life we live
With so little time
To receive and give

A touch of comfort
A drink from the glass
Mortals fall short of
Your grace and your class

Were it me to hold
Your hand maiden fair
I’d tell you sweet words
And never would swear

I’d talk and whisper
Till all fears were gone
Listen close my heart
To the coming dawn

To put you to sleep
I’d sing like a dove
And bask in your glow
The light of your love
 
I was feeling silly so I wrote a poem on the suddenly passion forum it was funny thought I'd share.

silly
I had stephen hawkins gawking
and gasping for air
He was so stunned by knowledge he fell from his chair

and here's one for the funnies
I wrapped Pharohs in bandages
and had them calling for their mummies

upon my arrival they called me a disciple
Drank of king James Cup
and Spat Verses from the bible


Made fun of teen Virgins just for the hell of it
Although since birth I've called myself celibate


I have the masses screaming for more
I'm so rich in word power
I make Bill gates feel poor


Had voices from every walk and Persuasion
Sayin how Amazin'
is that Rasin in the sun

So If anyone should come through and ask for my descrpition
Tell them I'm a black Queen who Walks like an eygyptian


__________________
 
Since way before 1984
big brother's been watching
and taking a census
one more step toward being censored

say what?



They quote the constitution and
Cry for revolution

Talking so much bullshit it's air pollution

What about evolution ?

I shoot my mouth of like a smith and Wesson
but I never heard of or learned a lesson

What can you teach me about writing my rhyme
I'll take my time and break it down layman's
So you can understand
when I speak my mind
poetry with no sincerity is just fancy talk

I just realized
that I use these real eyes
to show all real lies
but we're more fascinated with the fabricated


See I swear to God
if I could swear to God
I ask her what the fuck she was thinking
giving us free will

say what?

See children don't play
and god don't pray cuz it's out of her hands now

And I rewrote the bible after getting over my primal rage
of not finding my name in the bible's page
and any of those who try to to dissect my destiny
will see

Flashy words make the world go round
there's no satisfaction
in knowing that your life is the saddest fiction every written.
so take it back to the satis-factory
until you're satisfied.

Words somehow make the world turn
but the world don't turn right

Words somehow make the world turn
but when will we write it?

The world don't turn right
when can freedom fight it?

3000 casualties of war but actually there's more from before
hardly shed a tear for Iraqi fears
but let some shit happen here
and we'll never hear the end of it

The never ending story hasn't even started

3000 casualties of war but actually there's more from before
but depravity is raw when it's practically at the door

The children are the future
and what does the Future hold

Wet with sweat, from credit card debt
wondering how they're going to pay for those Tommy Hilfiger's

House niggas,
That's what he called us
but they eat up.
till they fill his cup
and it runneth over.

Back to the point
where was I
oh yeah

Shot by propaganda and rumors of weapons
but Is the burning Bush The best man at Osama's wedding?

My peripheral vision is wider
panoramicaly fitted so the lies are deciphered

What the fuck is the news
except for newer lies

Who got raped by 10 Serbian men
Heard her name once
never heard it again?


Where were we then
It was about 1998
and America was great
remember that embassy we bombed?
like we weren't terrorizing
the terrified.

I wanna ask Marvin
What's going on

Fuck Bruce Willis
is this the realist Armageddon?

See they're fighting fire with fire

they're fighting fire with fire

fire with fire ?


fuck it I'm fighting fire with water

I think I oughta
For my sons and daughters
living in a world of slaughter
watching tall stories getting shorter


The innocence of infants gone in an instant
mercenaries heard of peace in the after life


they scream murder me now then let disaster strike


But there was
3000 casualties of war

Actually there's more in store


>>>>> end

Let's all thank a lovely lady for editing this for me. :heart:
If she wants her name attached to this I'm sure she'll let it be known.:heart:
 
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destinie21 said:
I had stephen hawkins gawking
and gasping for air
He was so stunned by knowledge he fell from his chair
I love that, missed it somehow. I met SH once and I'm certain he'd love it too.

Love the new one, Auntie :heart:
 
ffreak said:
Damn, woman, get you an agent. Someone should be willing to pay you for these lyrics.

I'm not a fan of hip-hop (mostly because it is hard for me to follow on the radio - mid-range hearing problem from sitting in front of the trombone section) but these read better than some of the lyrics I've looked at on the web. I'd listen.

thanks.:)
this post made me think of a verse not a slam just a thought.

I sold my soul for a 5 picture deal and a theatrical agent.
Now I'm slaving trying to get a bigger piece of the pavement.
see I was "Movin on up."

But now I'm standing on my patio wondering where my god went
How all my money got spent.
I threw down every last cent
on last months rent

For an apartment that ten by ten by ten by ten
in this old tennement.
a testament to my success
but it's worthless
so where do I fit?

What do I get fom all of this?
 
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