RIP Odetta

1930-2008. A true mother of contemporary American music. Sad the Lil Wayne fans out there could give a damn...

CAC
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Black Widow

by Queen of My Castle and Sojourner G

The vacuum of her beauty
Sucked out my very breath
I found myself immobilized
Nearly choking on my own heart

I inhale your spirit
And exhale insatiable yearning
Bewitched by the flawlessness of my strut
Malevolence slyly clutches your heart

My knees began to buckle
Driving me to the floor
Manhood has deserted me
Contemplating crawling to her feet

Behind these lusty eyes lies a spirit of perversion
Driving you to your knees
And into my ample rich bosom
The heart of the abyss

Which bank accounts can I empty
Which keys can I put in her hands
How much soul do I have left inside of me
Can I be "Mr. Whoeversheis"

With bankrupt emotions
Lost keys to dreams
And no soul left
You've unwittingly become "Mr. WhoeverIam"

I can hardly wrap my mind around
The perfection she defines
Conforming to every fantasy
Creating more yet unimagined

These full pouty lips
Spew true lies
A master of disguise
I'll be who you want me to be

My heart swells with joy
As she passionately receives me
Signing over the deed to my existence
For one moment to claim her as mine

Marvelled are you by my curves
As I welcome you inside
While you bask in my warmth
I knit your soul to mine

Consumed I am by her power
Lost in my own reverie
I realize too late
That Venus is a fly trap

I have no mercy as you grasp at love
Trapped in my web of deceit
I place a venomous kiss of trickery upon your lips
And trot off to the next lame

Prov 5:1-5

©SojournerG & Queen of My Castle 2008 All rights reserved

Shocking, from Bookworld

I'm a little sad about this. (editor Marie Arana).

love beautifies me

love beautifies me

 

love beautifies me

like the sun in the dark

how it beautifies me in a way

when i see angels’ eyes

love beautifies me

lightens me

but paints me black

without sunlight

without angels’ eyes

cos  i ran and hid

from the pain inside my soul

as a flame of my golden dreams,

the moon and stars placed them upon

my hands

flashing away in my shadow

yet i see love through

twinkling, sparks

waking up by my golden dreams

sun, angels

love beautifies me

~

©2008 Kai C.

did you have a good Thanksgiving?

Supah Saxy....

He stepped into the darkened, crowded space and lit it up with his energy.
He uncased his sax, smiled then blew his soul all over us at the restaurant's bar.
He re-cased his sax, smiled then blew his heart and sweet ear-gasms all over me ... and only me.

Night & Day he makes love to me by warming up with his sax.
I watch with eager anticipation as he undresses her, slides his nimble fingers over her buttons causing her to sing his blues, jazz and funk.

After gently tucking her away I slip into her place -- in his embrace.
We relish in sweet mind-sex (and I don't mind sex;-).
We undress each other then his strong fingers press my buttons -- causing me to sang his blues, jazz, funk and my joy!

His musical notes spill all over my paiges.
We shout praises to the heavens 'cause our prayers have been answered.
We are so ready for this arranged marriage of our love & creativity
... that has been arranged by The Creator...

C.A.Paige © 2008


To my trained poets: These are simply poetic thoughts of mine which I needed to express. I have no idea what poetic form it fits...
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another, another poem for Michael

another, another poem for Michael

 

            you are a star, my bright one

            how i see it in your soul

            when you glow

            onstage, moon walking your way out of a fairytale

            and bring such magic

            in me

 

            they called you, The Glove One

            they called you,  The King Of Pop

           

            yet i called you mike, yourself

            a simple child like human being 

            dancing with my tears, my joy

            it’s your voice i hear

            your hands i long to shake

            or even hold for a brief second

            if i ever give you a hug, or say thank you

            for everything that you’ve done

then it might be a beautiful moment, the best time of my life

 

cos of you, my bright one

you’re always be glowing one of the stars 

 across the heaven sky

across the milky way and oceans

and i have always believe in you

since you’re a bright star,

i believe in you like

you believe in Peter Pan

 

within my heart,

i know your innocence

your faith in God

your love for children

could forever spread around the globe

           

            i called you, my bright star

            with wings attached on your back to

            flash around the other stars

            moon-walking on a cloud in your fancy shoes

            the hat you wear overshadows your face                      

            your dark glasses hide your pretty eyes

            i knew you’re still a human

            a lovely black human being

            with a huge heart stretch out like rainbows

 

            oh Michael,

            this is why i called you, my friend

my bright star,  my Peter Pan

cos you made me cry, made me smile

and i pray, hoping in each day

for you to stay happy

 

~

© 2008 Kai C.

Silly

Silly of me to think that you would ever really love me too...

Friday night and i'm needing somebody

Not just any body

just your body

Silly

To think that you would even remember me...

Me, that cocoa brown, chocolate tan

that same woman that had you squeezing hands...together, cuz you just couldn't resist

those feelings, those emotions i emitted, like gas, intoxicating aerosol

that had you drifting my way...

But still silly...

cuz you ran, you hiked, you jumped ship...not used to this

all of this

Silly of me to think...

a man would truly dive in...when the water was warm...instead you seek the cool waters...well here they come...

Silly of you

to dismiss me

walk away from me

not want me

ignore me

Silly...really.

Love

my love,
i will cry
my heart makes music
cos you’re there
my world spins
and i got tears of a beautiful joy
with a smile of grace
i will know
you are, you are
my love……….
~
©2008 Kai C.

Neo Soul

We need more lyrics, melodies. There's too much T-pain out there. Thoughts?

these
these
these are the soles of Black folk.
the tirelessness of my kind of people.
the integrity of people like me.
provides me with so much joy, I am challenged as I attempt to find all the
right words.
yet there are none.
So, I bask
in the aftermath of his-story
becoming our own.
these
these
these are the soles of Black folk.
worn.
often just like our efforts.
from days of fighting for the cause.
miles and miles of walking to freedom without pause.
trial and error was once served as the precedent many
accepted.
But, not today!
My soles are now showing their importance.
glorified for the dilligence.
The work we've done is now our mouthpiece.
these
these
these are the soles of Black folk.
the souls of the freedom riders.
invades my pride today.
I carry their honor in my heart, each day.
today, I understand the very meaning of faith.
today, I understand the very meaning of hope.
today, I understand it better
from the conversations with my elders
and the God that helped them cope.
these
these
these are the soles of Black folk.
these soles have weathered the storm
and now
and now
we see the movement of our feet being proven.
thank you, Barack and Michelle Obama
for your HOPE and FAITH in America
for your dignity and respect
for your ability to promote unity in a country that has lost sight of the American Dream
Live
Laugh
Love
Hard.
these are the soles of Black folk.
the time is now.

President Obama

i want to shout out
thank you, thank you
time to change
always keeping faith
cos an American dream,
we’re living in it
and there were tears of beautiful joy
pouring from my mother’s eyes
so thank you, thank you Lord
i’m celebrating to be
an American
i wanna wave the flag
and smile
and say, this is my president Obama
i’m proud
to be an American
yet the world knows
anything is possible….
that proves every single person could
make a difference
even children could only see
this generation here
that you could do anything
in despite of an American dream
every race, every disability,
every gay or even transgender
even a woman could make a change
to the world
this is why each voice counts
only to make the world go
‘round…..
~
©2008 Kai C.

Voting: Just Do IT!

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