Titled: Love is a Ghost, Talked About - Never Seen


It seems that it is madder never to abandon oneself, than often to be infatuated; better be wounded, a captive, and a slave, than always to walk in armor.

-- Magaret Fuller, "Summer On The Lakes"



...I long to caress her hair..
..feel myself in her dreams...enraptured like a breath of air..
..she's the one blessid..wearing emotions like an emerald necklace..
..an impression left across her flesh..
..the nexus..where the hand of God and reality intersected..
..her caresses remain, leaving me breathless...waiting to exhale..
..mentally, her imprint are permanent like majestic breastplates..
..and as I inhale...trying to satisfy my soul deep in her embrace..
..holding on... so she opens me...with the rhythm of the ocean breeze..
..synchronized slowly... but solely to this soultress' emotional poetry..
..her heart races like a ghost that roams the open in a moment..
..a pain cloaked as a smile each time I feel her closeness..
..an aroma like devotional potions...hitting me with a bolt of emotion..
..please...I long to feel redeemed at the goddess' feet..
..bask in the beauty of her modesty...the purity of her honesty..
..its like a monarchy's lesson in passion...
..so she teaches a new age romanticism where both aspects are classless..
..in her eyes...I can feel perfectly each moment that eternity passes..
..the focal point where each bolt of lightning crashes...against me..
..and when she speaks I can feel my body erupt in an adrenaline frenzy..
..when another fresh breeze gently collects me..emotionally empty..
..but she quenched me in an attempt to protect me from my needs..
..stifle the storm of envy that I feel..
..at the same time I pray for the rain of an empress, hued mahogany..
..that fuels androgeny deep in her womb...until I spew fumes of apologies..
..for the sake of my progeny...I pray for a mother natured in her likeness..
..a black magic woman, not occultist but as impulsive as Isis..
..a crowned princess...as vixened as she is enlightened by Sirius' brightness..
..so I daydream of a bride gift...source of my insomnia..
..search for my soul's conqueror...with eyes like Andromeda..
..so I swim thru the tides inspired by my hopes betrothed in a poem..
..a love note written to the globe..wishing her soul returned home...
..alone...

...Link's coming very soon, I promise...

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uppin for you h8'rs

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This Was Actually Hot, Good Flow and It Was Also Consistant

Good Poetry Man -Props!-

i liked the fluidlike flow on the rhymes more of a poet than an actual rapper.

im original like them pilgrim hoes, but got a nose that grows like pinnochios

hmmm......wordd