04.28.09

I Think

Posted in Poetry tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 2:23 pm by Ms. Peaches

I think of you as the sun

Rises and I inhale my first

Breath, thankful to God

That we really met

 

I think of you when the

Evening comes, causing the

Sun to set, thankful for

Memories that I will never forget

 

I think of you when

I close my eyes, able to see

Reflections from gazes

We shared, thankful

For all of the things we’ll

One day dare

 

I think of you, with a

Smile upon my face,

Simply thankful for

God’s good grace

 

I think of you, even

When we’re side by side

Thankful for hope

Of this lasting forever

Lasting always…forever

Life long…more easily

Put…I think of you

 

I think of you.

04.23.09

With…

Posted in Poetry tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , at 5:39 pm by Ms. Peaches

With just a touch, fluttering feelings

Of glee entirely capture me

With just the slightest feel

My mind reels in wheels of a reality

That’s destined in totality to be real

 

With sentiments of like, I look into

Your eyes, to determine, where our

Truth lies and my insides simply smile

With your sensual kisses, I am

Solely drawn near, nearer to all that’s

Clear, because this is not a fantasy

This is not, could not be surreal

 

With you near, my touches, you’ll

Never be able to shield,

For when close, touching you is

Never enough, inhaling you

Is an intoxication that cannot

Be subdued, because baby

I am so addicted to you

 

My gateway drug, like a feign

Whose hit can’t be quit

With you’d I’d never get sick

Sensations of warmth, glowing

Inwardly out, I have not one doubt

When I submit to words

That SCREAM I want you…simply

Put…please don’t be shook

With you…right here…right now…

With you…is where I want to be

04.15.09

Simply Solidify to Amplify

Posted in Poetry tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 1:16 am by Ms. Peaches

Solidify, amplify – lose control
and showme your soul
not face value, but whole
pure, 100% true, show me
all that equals you
Solidify, petrify – maybe, create a mix
amalgamate, blend, mix and merge
like alloy – metals combined to incorporate
only, when we mingle and mix it will be
like a dulce de leche hershey’s
dark chocolate covered kiss
Solidify, don’t hit and miss
consolidate, unite, make a combination
that drives you crazy, not mentally deranged
or strange, but crazy, silly, a little unglued
maybe even unhinged and senseless
for too many useful senses that blend
are simply and solidly making you crazy
Just solidify – tha tplace with in
and maybe our hearts will combine
to join in…strong, together, integrated
by energy that no one
can keep from the win
simply solidify to amplify
whats happening within

04.01.09

E.X.H.A.L.E

Posted in Poetry tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , at 12:59 pm by Ms. Peaches

as i think i remember to – E,
i mean how do u forget - X,
am i biting my lip? hmm – H,
wow, was that really it?? – A,
yes, i must say, real soft – L,
i am sure it was just rite – E,
oh, pleeeaaasse, remember to breathe!
after, u inhale, and realize
its ur breath thats held
please, remember that u…must!
E-X- H-A-L-E – yes, exhale!
not to impose that u dont feel ill-composed
by that moment that just transposed
maybe a lil juxtaposed, even bare and exposed
just after u inhale and remember
its your breath thats held,
simply dont forget to later
realize with regret that u forgot,
in that moment to E-X-H-A-L-E-
YES, EXHALE
oh, yes i do, dare to continue to share
as a memory traces back, surely with out fright
as she enjoyed that moment,
oh so right until she inhaled
and it was simply her breath, she held
all becuz she suddenly forgot
with a second of thoughts that
she too needs to E-X-H-A-L-E-
YES EXHALE

03.31.09

Floating like a Feather

Posted in Poetry tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 10:36 am by Ms. Peaches


Floating on a cloud this morning,
Light as a feather, bright as the days new sun…
Drifting away in self ecstasy-the pleasure is all me
 
Maybe like an after-shock the gentle kiss
On the cheek is just now affecting me
Maybe his soft caresses on my arm
Or him holding me just right – not too tight
Making me feel warm
 
Floating on a cloud this morning
Light as a feather, bright as the days new sun…
Crazy how this energy connection just begun
Still drifting away in self ecstasy as the pleasure
Is definitely all me
 
Maybe my smiles are letting go
Feeling loose able to be free from
All the others that tried to make a captive of me
Maybe it’s due to his words being so sweet
Or how open he is with me
Maybe it’s just because he is…he
 
Floating on a cloud this morning, light as a feather
Bright as the days new sun
This afternoon brings hours closer to closure
Where drifting away in self ecstasy
Will no longer just be a pleasure all for me

03.24.09

Chocolate Quarter

Posted in Poetry tagged , , , , , , , , at 12:14 pm by Ms. Peaches

Just yesterday, she glanced another way

to her surprise, she kneeled to find

a chocolate quarter, looking her way

thinking, she smiled a chocolate quarter

so much better, than a silly little dime

 

This quarter seemed special, so chocolaty – and all

not even the regular kind

  from milk and un-refined

 …it is the kind that she knows is fine,

made SPECIAL -even dark as red wine…

 

Not by Hershey – that brand… so bland

not of her liking –  way too sweet yet still incomplete

 

a Chocolate quarter, she deemed

a  new friend, intelligent & masculine -

smooth with rough edges…seems that’s how

energies connected, her stare

she dared, for really to hide

she couldn’t let it subside

 

Away with her thoughts

she simply smiled, a chocolate quarter

 she stashed away

maybe her new pleasure, simply she smiled

just put it away knowing

she’d smile another day

02.24.09

Damn

Posted in Poetry tagged , , , , , , , , at 10:26 pm by Ms. Peaches

damn if only u could be…
even would be…my man
I’d take u to levels, even heights unseen
might even, seem, like it’s
somethig of a terrestrial being
but, me, being all that i be…
would be exactly – what u need 2
take u to ecstasy…oh, i say me…
oh, me…oh… me. Oh, me!
damn, if only u could see it
u, not just me – that holds to heart - all -
that makes this fantasy, be, what it be
open ur mind, but…close ur eyes
and let me bring to u ur fantasy that lives
deep within me
damn can u hear my call
damn can u feel my cry
damn can u share all the passions
that drive me wild
man oh man damn if only it could be
damn, i mean damn
more than just a mental unlived
joyus hmph mental fantasy
damn damn damn
no words left to express…just simply put
all i can say is damn…man…damn!

All That Is Me

Posted in Poetry tagged , , , , , at 6:23 am by Pandora Speaks

Speechless and without words…

All that is me…is you…

I need you to be those words and speak for me…

If only you could hear my voice whisper your name when I dream…

For you to be my eyes and see yourself through me…

My heart, you beat for me…

Validate my Soul and synchronize my Core…

If you were my touch when you hold me….the intensity

Inside, you see….

Give me life…into me you breathe

Like the fire that once burned eternal ….you ignite my spirit…

Desperately I seek you to be the passion that created me…

Open…. Me… like a book….I’m read before the story has ended…

You could write new chapters in my life’s history…change my destiny…

Be my guest author…challenged and inspired….guide my future…

I’m in your hands…sculpted…for you, exclusively…

Don’t you see?

I belong to you…bound…

All that is me…in fact…is all that is you…

You MADE me…..

01.14.09

Karma

Posted in Love, Poetry tagged , , , , , at 12:09 pm by drdashsays

I look at us
What we’ve been through
And all this time
I’ve been blaming you

I’ve blamed you
For destroying our family
For breaking my heart
For ruining my destiny

I now realize it wasn’t you
You did not bring this trauma
I am the one to blame for this
My downfall is my karma

So many times I have been
The one to ruin relationships
Somehow I thought I was safe
I thought what we had was sacred

Now I know the truth
We were doomed from the start
Now I feel what they felt
Now I have the broken heart

It took awhile to realize the truth
I blamed you for bringing the drama
But the fault is all my own
and you’re just a victim of my karma

Paint the White House BLACK? LOL NOT so much!

Posted in Social Settings tagged , , , , , , , , , , at 11:58 am by Ms. Peaches

I received the text below in an email I think it’s profoundly written and wisely spoken…

When Are WE Going to Get Over It?
For much of the last forty years, ever since America “fixed” its race problem in the Civil Rights and Voting Rights Acts, we white people have been impatient with African Americans who continued to blame race for their difficulties. Often we have heard whites ask, “When are African Americans finally going to get over it?
Now I want to ask: “When are we White Americans going to get over our ridiculous obsession with skin color?
Recent reports that “Election Spurs Hundreds’ of Race Threats, Crimes” should frighten and infuriate every one of us. Having grown up in “Bombingham,” Alabama in the 1960s, I remember overhearing an avalanche of comments about what many white classmates and their parents wanted to do to John and Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King. Eventually, as you may recall, in all three cases, someone decided to do more than “talk the talk.”
Since our recent presidential election, to our eternal shame we are once again hearing the same reprehensible talk I remember from my boyhood.
We white people have controlled political life in the disunited colonies and United States for some 400 years on this continent. Conservative whites have been in power 28 of the last 40 years. Even during the eight Clinton years, conservatives in Congress blocked most of his agenda and pulled him to the right. Yet never in that period did I read any headlines suggesting that anyone was calling for the assassinations of presidents Nixon, Ford, Reagan, or either of the Bushes. Criticize them, yes. Call for their impeachment, perhaps.
But there were no bounties on their heads. And even when someone did try to kill Ronald Reagan, the perpetrator was non-political mental case who wanted merely to impress Jody Foster.
But elect a liberal who happens to be Black and we’re back in the sixties again. At this point in our history, we should be proud that we’ve proven what conservatives are always saying -that in America anything is possible, EVEN electing a black man as president. But instead we now hear that schoolchildren from Maine to California are talking about wanting to “assassinate Obama.”
Fighting the urge to throw up, I can only ask, “How long?” How long before we white people realize we can’t make our nation, much less the whole world, look like us? How long until we white people can -once and for all- get over this hell-conceived preoccupation with skin color? How long until we white people get over the demonic conviction that white skin makes us superior? How long before we white people get over our bitter resentments about being demoted to the status of equality with non-whites?
How long before we get over our expectations that we should be at the head of the line merely because of our white skin? How long until we white people end our silence and call out our peers when they share the latest racist jokes in the privacy of our white-only conversations?
I believe in free speech, but how long until we white people start making racist loudmouths as socially uncomfortable as we do flag burners? How long until we white people will stop insisting that blacks exercise personal responsibility, build strong families, educate themselves enough to edit the Harvard Law Review, and work hard enough to become President of the United States, only to threaten to assassinate them when they do?
How long before we starting “living out the true meaning” of our creeds, both civil and religious, that all men and women are created equal and that “red and yellow, black and white” all are precious in God’s sight?
Until this past November 4, I didn’t believe this country would ever elect an African American to the presidency. I still don’t believe I’ll live long enough to see us white people get over our racism problem. But here’s my three-point plan:
First, everyday that Barack Obama lives in the White House that Black Slaves Built I’m going to pray that God (and the Secret Service) will protect him and his family from us white people.
Second, I’m going to report to the FBI any white person I overhear saying, in seriousness or in jest, anything of a threatening nature about President Obama.
Third, I’m going to pray to live long enough to see America surprise the world once again, when white people can “in spirit and in truth” sing of our damnable color prejudice, “We HAVE overcome.”
Andrew Manis is author of Macon Black and White and serves on the steering committee of Macon’s Center for Racial understanding.
It will take a Village to protect our President!!!

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