PROPORTIONED APPRICIATION..... |
Why! You look at me like im a figment of your imagination
What you observe, every big curve is a true visualization
Colour deep, the shade of Kenyan cocoa in pigmentation
Emphasising without any doubt...
Posted by on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 17:30:00 GMT |
MY ARRIVAL.... |
I didn’t know an ending could feel this good
My body shook a sensation from deep with in
Had me calling to Jesus and Good in union
Deeper he drove his pleasure
My treasure about to explode pr...
Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 08:36:00 GMT |
The Subject of my Desire... |
As I glide past the soldiers sitting around the burning flames
I felt the heat of his eyes meet every contour of my barely clothed being
Droplets of water from the clay calabash balanced on my head
Co...
Posted by on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 15:11:00 GMT |
ROYALTY (King) |
He said ’Royalty’ I am mere mortal to the beauty that graces your superior being’ I shall never see stars so bright the heavens are day by night’...
I replied ’My King&r...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 10:45:00 GMT |
YOU HEAR ME.....? |
Words that morph onto paper, but resemble nothing
The meanings unfold, but only as I read
Not as I write
Words
floating around
Begging to be paired with words
Merging into rhymes
But not at al...
Posted by on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 15:23:00 GMT |
I |
I work with what I have
Though promises of the world would be what I would want
but, then what are promises if they are never fulfilled
What is it to love someone, if it is never expressed
Our love is...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Feb 2008 03:10:00 GMT |
Midnight Dance.. |
That night I danced, I moved like a child possessed
I danced like I was calling on the spirits
Shook as they entered and gave me this feeling
The beat made love to my hips and set fire to my feet
I m...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Jan 2008 15:35:00 GMT |
MAN KING |
He was not of man but of God like existence
He embodied all that was human
Super human
Not born from woman but from a Queen of Kings
I would drink his milk like water on a thirsty day
To quench every ...
Posted by on Mon, 14 Jan 2008 01:35:00 GMT |
THIS TIME - THIS LIFE... |
Nearly every week day I see him, standing there in front of the designer store, behind him in the big shop window a pale mannequin, dressed in designer clothes, with the price tags attached showing o...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 09:41:00 GMT |
7:45 to London Bridge |
It was on the 7:45 train into London BridgeI sat across from himI didn't need to look up to recognise that scentThe words in the book I was reading become a blurI fought the need to look up at him, my...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 14:46:00 GMT |
