A RED RED ROSE - Robert Burns

O my Luve's like a red, red rose 
That's newly sprung in June; 
O my Luve's like the melodie 
That's sweetly play'd in tune!
As fair thou art, my bonnie lass, 
So deep in love am I: 
And I will love thee still, my dear, 
Till a' the seas gang dry: 
Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, 
And the rocks melt with the sun; 
I will luve thee still my dear 
When the sands of life shall run. 
And fare thee weel, my only Luve, 
And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my Luve,
Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

MY MISTRESS' EYES - William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red:
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak; yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound:
I grant I never saw a goddess go,
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rate
As any she belied with false compare.

Poetrry

As I was sitting one day a question crossed my mind

If I was to stand in front of people to say my words out loud

What words would I say

What poem would it write

For the day I stand on the platform of those before me on spoken word night

I wracked my brains over and over but alas

I came up with nothing

I wanted to write a poem

So majestic and eloquent

It would seem as if the words are flowing through me from the Gods of literature

Invade the crevasse of your psyche

As if I'm Leonardo in Inception

Taking an adventure to the center of your core

I wanted to write a poem that would give people a high like a drug

And that euphoria as ones senses are alight

Write a poem of such epic proportions that even Morpheus would call me The One

But alas your stuck with this one

See what I did there I rhymed words

Some do it as easily as breathing

Some have to struggle with dictionaries and thesauruses

And whatever book that has so many words

But I digress I was speaking to you about the poem I wanted to write for this day

I wanted to make it rhyme

Like

I wish my words would be the morphine to your pain

To soothe you and leave you with happiness gained

Id like to entertain you

Make you smile

Turn you bright instead of blue

Write a poem that would be criss crossing like match the columns

Mixing up words like as if they were Criss Cross

A poem that would make women melt like Icaruses wings when he got to close to the sun

Blow your mind like a hurricane that passed and left nothing but the baren land

No grass nor sands

But alas again we are stuck with my ranting

Then a light bulb flicked on and I realized I was already writing a poem

My poem

You see it doesn't have to be written with rhymes

Speak of love

Or be a conscious piece

My poetry

Are the thoughts of my mind

They seep and permeate from my soul

From my perceptions

From my truth

My pain

My sorrow

My hopes

My dreams

My laughter

And my quirks

All of us are poets

Because poetry is within us

We just need that little spark to ignite the flame

From the world around us

It is in the beauty of the sunrise over a misty day

The innocence of a childs laughter

In the heartbeat you feel with your head on their chest

Art is Poetry

And poetry

Well

Poetry is US.

“Better to write for yourself and have no public than to write for the public and have no self”. Ceral Connoley. 

Jah Bless

Inspiration

Eyes ablaze with fire,

With each passing second my psyche soaring higher,

Seeing through the conscious of being whose essence is overseeing my very actions from the radiation of its presence,

How can I put the images, colours and feelings into words,

When I myself am being guided like a blind man in the dead of the night

With only the sound of the beat of his heart as his only companion

As I sit here staring at these words appearing on the screen

Remembering the night terrors and awaking with screams

The detachments from my body as I looked down saw the Earth, Sun, Moon and Stars,

Looking for peace and solace in the galaxies afar,

A better world where pain hurt and suffering are non existent,

Alas my search is in vain and I plummet back to my body,

But now this presence reminds me that even in dire of times,

SHE is always there,

Not far just a mere distance from my touch,

Who is she you ask.

This presence I talk of,

She is the one who covers me with sweet melodies and sounds,

When the outer world is a menace and your own heart is screaming,

She is from when we still had an umbilical cord,

She talks to use always,

Reaching into our very soul,

Elevating, reminding,

Making you cry,

Making you wonder,

Making question,

She is both a blessing and a curse

A Savior and destroyer

She is why I write this to you know

She is the reason we can spend a quarter of our day without tiring

She is beauty, torture, pain, love, old, new, wise, immature

She is a depiction of the world in many ways

Some good,

Some bad,

Some true,

Some false,

Some real,

Some a dream,

Regardless of all her traits she is one thing,

True!

She brings the truth in all of us,

She makes us feel things, lets us express them,

She does not laugh when we do her wrong,

She lets you enjoy her to your heart’s content,

Each one of us sees and listens to her differently,

But however it is she touches us all,

She is the one who soothes us,

She is our therapy and our addiction,

Our medicine and affliction,

She has been there since the beginning of time,

In some ways she has evolved and in others she has changed with the times,

But still remained the same,

She is a man, a woman, a child, an animal, anything or nothing at all

Beautiful or ugly,

Serene or violent

Small or big,

She can be anything and everything Or nothing at all

She is music that feels our ear and makes our hearts thump,

At times you yearn for her so bad

That her absence feels like the pain of a thousand needles,

And when she takes you into her sweet embrace,

It seems like a hot flame has taken over you,

Heat more intense than the smouldering white hot flame of burning steel,

As if your skin has been peeled open,

Blood trickling out,

Exposing your raw throbbing nerves,

Only to burn over and over again,

Burning with an Inferno if passion,

That drives those who have despair in their core,

With eyes that have lost sanity and are glazed with madness,

Like mad raving dog foaming at the mouth,

See light in places that have only given birth to endless darkness,

Where even ones own senses are no longer alive,

She is like the flame and you are the moth,

Drawn to her even at your own peril,

Knowing she is your undoing,

And yet you would rather have this moment of bliss,

Burn and die a gruelling death,

Than live life without knowing her splendour,

She is the person you share a forbidden kiss with,

And from the sensation of her soft lips,

The feeling of her hands around you,

The softness of her bosom,

You knew you wanted to be yours,

She is the one you loved in an instant,

But you dare not fall in love with her,

For alas you cannot have her,

You must contend to being hers,

And grateful to have felt her touch,

She is the Master you would gladly relinquish,

Your mind,heart,body and soul to,

For in doing so she breaks the shackles and chains that restrained you

She is

Poetry.

Jah Bless

Our Greatest Fear (Author: Marianne Williamson)

Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate,
but that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.

Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking
so that other people won't feel insecure around you.

We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.

And, as we let our own light shine, we consciously give
other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.

A Mental Encounter

A man sits in the dark

Plagued by thoughts of a woman out of his sight

Resolving he wanted to have her that night

He didn't mean the love making

The love was there but not to be made

It fueled his lust

He wanted her

To possess her

To dominate he

He thought of all he could and the images flooded his being

He saw her in his minds eye

He would take her and tie her hands over her head

Blindfold her

Leave her on the bed wanting

He'd walk around sizing her up making sure that she knew he was there

Get on top of her and move close to her without touching

Let the heat radiate from his skin so she could feel it

Explore her body with his tongue every part every inch

Bite on her to hear her moan

To see her body arch in the sweet painful pleasure

Leave marks on her neck

Make her nipples sore

Turn her on her belly and torture her

Spank her as she is kissed

Let the tingling start from her heel

Drag it upwards slowly and as he reaches the apex

He would switch to her other side

Letting his tongue scroll down to her other leg

Move to her neck and trail downwards

Step away and leave her there wanting

She closes her legs because of it

Struggles to get loose but can not

And just when she calms down and takes a breather

He swoops in and digs his tongue at the apex of her thighs

And tastes her juicy essence

He had to flip her over

Legs wrapped around his neck as her teased and played

Dripping

Moaning

Moving to the rhythm of his tongue and fingers

As she gets closer and closer to the edge

Losing her breathe

And he stops

Unties her from the bed

But keeps her hands tied together

Bent over the bed

He takes from behind

She pulls the sheets

He takes her hands

Puts them behind her and uses her hair as reins to control her

Mercilessly pounding

In and out

Deeper and deeper

Faster and faster

He is relentlessly spanking her hearing her moan

Drive him even more into a crazed rage

He is claiming her

Owning her

And she stops the fighting and giving in

Moving to his will

Adhering to his unspoken word

Until the world gets still

And all that remains was a gasp from her lips

A triumphant roar from his

The beating of their hearts

The heaving from their chests

As he lays on top of her

And the stillness of the night.



Jah Bless

For the Brokenhearted girl

You are beautiful
I say that with a conviction
No just a word or a mere compliment
A radiant smile
A warm persona
A heart that is golden
It saddens me that you think he broke you
For what I see is a woman hurt and scorned
A heart bleeding from heart
But not a broken soul
Not a shattered mind
Someone who fell scraped herself severely
Bruised and wounded but not broken
He didn’t make time for you
He put his work above you
He ‘d rather have your body than cradle in the bosom of your love
Oh how so sad you must have been
How used you must have felt
The abuse you felt
The neglect
When you only gave him what was precious with and sacred to you
And yet he gave his away as if it were nothing
The abuse you felt
The neglect
The broken promises
The feeling that you were not number one to him
As he was the biggest and at times the center of your world
He was your sun and moon
Your night and day
You blanket on those cold nights
And your cold glass of water on those sunny steamy days
Endearing words, sweet nothings spoken so eloquently
Words woven with promises and bliss
But they were no more than dust in the wind
He didn’t protect you or treat you as his equal
Yet he claimed to be your man and dared to call you his woman
Saying he didn’t deserve you is an understatement
Rather you were already in a league of your own
Higher than his
He tainted your pure soul
Depleted you of your energy
And left you lingering
Thinking of him
Wanting him
Wishing for him to be yours
And yet you hide it
Deep in you letting it eat you
Devour you and them you utter those worth
“He isn’t worth my tears.”
Oh sweet maiden of thine
The tears you shed
The screams you howl
The curses you utter
Are not for him
They are for you
You deserve them
And you must
For in doing so you purge yourself of him
But most importantly to let it all go
Like the ways harsh waves hit on rocks
Only to erode the rough edges and smoothen the surface
How wood is scrubbed over and over again to the same tune
Let your anger burst
Let yourself feel
Do not lock thy heart
Let it cry and wail
Let it cleanse and purify itself
Let it heal
For no man can break your heart unless you let him
I know at times you feel like you gave him everything
That you did all you could under the heavens for him
But alas he didn’t appreciate
He didn’t notice
He didn’t cherish
That will be his undoing and his downfall
For when again he searches for you
You will no longer be within his grasp
He will have lost you forever and will not find one
Loving him
Taking his bullshit trying so hard
I say again you are beautiful
Like a rose that stands after a fire
Or a tiny firefly that illuminates the darkness
For every beautiful majestic thing has a history
Even a piece of coal can turn into a diamond
Your beauty isn’t in your skin
In your looks
It lies within yourself
That true beauty
The beauty that is YOU
So brush it off
Get that dirt off your shoulder
Pop you collar and swerve
cause your hurt may have been tormented
But it did not break.





Jah Bless