Thursday, March 22, 2018

He Loves her, He Needs her



A voice that lasts a lifetime came out of the dark,
From the fetus, black beauty connected to my heart.
Hidden somewhere deep within your melanin skin,
You are the universe that never has any end.
Within your arteries pumps beauty for us all,
You are teaching us that even God can give a smile.
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along.
Ancient autumn daybreak comes because of you,
Your black mix with beautiful become one of the few.
I am instinctively feeling your connection all the time,
That's why I always put you in my rhymes.
Always evolving is your eyes so deep,
Vital lovemaking that always put us to sleep.
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along.
An inherent sense of knowing the beauty of your walk,
Please forgive me, but even your booty talk.(wink)
I am always harvesting the look you give to me,
Writing poetry hoping for a kiss for free.
Your nature’s symmetry is irresistible to the human mind,
Creating a brand new language ebonics call a Dime.
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along.
A revolving circle of perfection was always your to control,
You are teaching the world about melanin gold.
You have me changing my religion with a smile on my face,
Losing my mind for a second singing “Amazing Grace.”
The sun shines a little brighter when you step outside,
There is proof of your beautiful lips beauty cannot hide.
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along.
You always delight my searching eye with your coke bottle shape,
Proving that turning my head to look at you was not a mistake.
I give you immortal love from a king to a God,
being blessed by your Skin pigment is such a great job.
The most significant commandment is love I so gladly do,
Being baptized in your beautiful, powerful womb TOO!!
She said her hair wasn't done and she didn't have any makeup on,
Do me a favor and leave your beauty along... 

March 14, 2018  



I am therefore we are.  Ubuntu.


I dig where you're coming from. "With a glimpse of where you will go from this place of being a man imagine where maturity will find a place within you to justify growth. You make it easier to grow where you are going, Patrick Hornsby with your sense of what a woman's sacred place is and what to call the 'She' of essence: the Womb. That is the place the warrior within the man develops a priest craft..."

I'll stop here. - Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories 3/22/18 

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