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About Me

my heart belongs to You. i know all about cloud 9; i've been living on it ever since we found each other. the wait was long and full of heartache and pain, but now that you are here, all is well. your love surrounds me - a universe, a galaxy complete with the essence of your being. the light of your soul shines over me, protecting me like a babe in her mother's womb. you have enveloped me. every thought, every action, every breath centered around the next time i will get to talk to you, pick flowers with you, stroll the mall with you. i want to see, hear, feel you. i want to touch, smell, taste you. the first touch was sweet like wine, the next will be a symphony - our bodies in concert with each other, you singing, moaning in my ear, and i in yours. we have our own rhythm - slow, steady, long, instense, full. soft round edges, a pink and mahagony harmony of lovers living on cloud 9. and we will plant our garden together and watch the fruits of our love grow, taking great care to nurture those fragile parts, the roots that become stronger with each day that passes. you are my tree, your limbs - open arms, i carve myself into you for all eternity. nations will rise and fall, stars will be born and fade away, but you will always remain the woman i love, my heart, my strength, my everything. i love you much more than these words on ourspace can profess, but i give these to you, a token of my love.
i used to want to meet my perfect match. the sheep to my horse, the yin to my yang, the feminine to my masculine, the woman of my prayers and dreams. after time passed longingly, you came. i tasted the sun on your lips, the moon on your tongue. i swam in the ocean of your love. never will i let you go. i can feel your touch even though you are a hundred miles away. you could be a thousand miles west on a coast, warm and sunny and still, i would feel you. you could be across seas, and i would still feel you. because you are in my heart, baby. forever.
you are my joy.
you are my truth.
you are my love.

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My Interests

kita ann & georgie
art & activism
singing & music making
classical choral jazz music
instrumental acoustic guitar
progressive-minded folk, hip hop, r&b, indie
la langue francaise
cognitive development
physical exertion
the wife quest

I'd like to meet:

i want to meet god in you.

Music:

lately i've been listening to a lot of sweet honey in the rock and the new cbc radio 2 shows that come on at night. for a pretty thorough rundown, you can hit up my music page

Movies:

waking life, labyrinth, neverending story, the first matrix, foriegn films

Television:

the primary purpose of the media is to perpetuate the myths that keep our racist-capitalistic society chugging mindlessly along. pbs news and documentaries are the only tv shows i watch with any frequency aside from spongebob squarepants.

Books:

currently reading:

black liberation and socialism - ahmed shawki

on queue:

blues legacies and black feminism - angela davis

the autobiography of malcolm x - alex haley

race and nationality in american life - oscar handlin

blacking up, the minstrel show in nineteenth-century america - robert toll

french lyric poetry, and anthology - giese and wilder

Heroes:

I have been in Sorrow's kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood of the peaking mountains wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.

-Zora Neale Hurston, 1891-1960
Writer and Folklorist

We need leaders - neither saints nor sparkling television personalities - who can situate themselves within a larger historical narrative of this country and our world, who can grasp the complex dynamics of our people-hood and imagine a future grounded in the best of our past, yet who are attuned to the frightening obstacles that now perplex us.

-Cornel West, 1954- Philosopher and Activist

My Blog

woke up early this mornin’

i woke up early this morning with my baby on my mind and a throbbing between my legs. i didn't hesitate to pull my old friend out of the storage box, lube him up and insert.... it had been way too lon...
Posted by markita n. moore on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 09:08:00 PST

make a muscle

i am trying to figure out how to get more muscles in my life. i have offered my hand to women only to have them throw my puny wrist back in my face. i started a weightlifting kick back in ...
Posted by markita n. moore on Thu, 23 Aug 2007 11:38:00 PST

i could promise you forever

the truth is i could promise you forever i could promise you the stars unto infinity i could promise you distant galaxies and alternate universes and satin sheets lined with pink rose petals... i coul...
Posted by markita n. moore on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 01:03:00 PST

you are more than a top friend

you are more than a top friend. you are a best friend. you are a confidant. you are life support and encouragement. you are nourishment, breath, and smiles to strangers. you are constant inspiration a...
Posted by markita n. moore on Thu, 02 Aug 2007 10:32:00 PST

for the record

she

she has taken up residence in my mind while existing so far away she has given rise to hope promise of a future blessed she is everything i've prayed for she is on this page leaking lyric bleeding l...
Posted by markita n. moore on Wed, 27 Jun 2007 07:32:00 PST

i look mean but i'm not

i look mean but i'm not. really i'm just tired, and it's not the professor's fault i haven't been sleeping. perhaps if i got a little more shut eye the eyes would shut less in class. and i keep wantin...
Posted by markita n. moore on Mon, 28 May 2007 09:19:00 PST

Check out this event: Serafemme Women's Music Festival

Hosted By: Serafemme When: Sunday Aug 19, 2007 at 12:00 PMWhere: West Hollywood Park Baseball Field647 N. San Vicente Blvd.West Hollywood, CA 90067United StatesDescription:Serafemme Click Here To ...
Posted by markita n. moore on Sun, 27 May 2007 05:56:00 PST

i cannot stop laughing

tiffany and i went to see the psychic spiritual healer lady, dr. isis. i am skeptical and wasn't interested in the reading... only the healing part. while tiffany got her reading, i s...
Posted by markita n. moore on Mon, 14 May 2007 08:51:00 PST

game on

happy mother's day to all those in the club. the kids are hanging at their dad's which gives me a little break. but the laundry won't wash itself, and it won't magically be put away, and t...
Posted by markita n. moore on Sun, 13 May 2007 01:15:00 PST