I intend to fill you

I am gonna fill you
when you're lonely
I intend to fill every single
neglected crevice of emptiness
I'm gonna fill it
with companionship
and not mix it with lust or confuse relations with relationship
I was made for you
when you're feeling empty
So you can hold me
Because I am Holy
I wanna grow in the Lord with you
So get to know me
Because no matter how high we go ther's always
another level.
No matter how
wind blows ,We're anchored in the Lord
So our matters are always settled
No matter how
Fast or slow life goes
As long as we endure
We both get the medal
Let my sound waves
fill your heart caves
Let's fast on friendship and scripture
and picuture
this when you say there's something missing from your life
Maybe it's the peace of my kiss, of my lips, my hips
Dancing in your husbandly bliss
Yes, this is for you
Love me as Christ loved the church
and I'll keep on praising you too,
for all of the goodness you do,
I intend to fill you

© 2001 Broken Wings Publishing

Peace (For Anthony's funeral)

Anthony
Grant me
the opportunity
To honor your giving heart today
To commend you for your strength tommorrow
To praise you for a loving temperament, my caring cherubim
each and every day that shall follow.
That awful beast that has tormented you,
has NOT defeated you ,NOR succeeded you
Because God has blessed you
Rested you, transformed you, and mended your being
God hath looketh upon your angelic face and said
"Peace, my son"
For the battle was not yours to be won
Peace for we will not weep
But feel whole,
For encountering such a peaceful soul
Death be not proud,
For death is never victorious
For he that speaks of the Lord
will find his refuge and be protected by his fortress
and sheilded from darkness and live on to see things glorious
Peace for your body was weak ,
But now you are strong
Peace for pain knows not your name
Anymore
Peace for
thought your body lays low
your spirit is far above
Peace for you will always be rembered
and loved
Rest now and we'll remember how
Peace ran through your blood

© 2001 Broken Wings Publishing

The Cause (Africa Personified)

How dare they rape me,
degrade me,
call me unGodly,
steal my babies,
murder and mame me?
Yet they're afraid of me,
petrified of my freedom subsconciously,
Undoubtedly,
shouting they hate me
And all I did was exist?
Born from royalty,
Long line of untaught Kings and Queens
From Makeda to Nzinga
to Nefertari; who from her namesake begat Nefertiti
No, I am not bound by this mortality
And will not blame the devil who sees through
eyes of stupidity and isUnearthly,
I will get my just reciprocation
When my children pursue their rightful education
and begin to praise their ancestry in me
and teach their revelations
and subdue the nations of the ignorant
While my excitement exponentially heightens
from their constant elevation

Attraction

See, I've been diggin' your style

For a while now

And I'm wondering how

Exactly I got caught up in your smile

I can't hide how I enjoy our attraction

'Cause just the mere satisfaction

of one deep stare in those ebony eyes

leaves me mesmorized in a feeling of

gratification. Once I even heard those

eyes say "have it your way,

and if you want you can decide"


So I felt obliged

to look further down inside ME

ressurecting passions that died

reaching out to unconcious desires

so silently I gave them a reply

Palms sweating like it wa the middle of July

feeling relieved like I had my one last cry

knees weak from lack of speech

like you were the moon and I was the beach

and your gravitational pull seduced me to tides

while the soft lull of the seduction left me

hypnotized. my lips trembling, but my mouth

watering. I wanted to eat your hands

so they could be my sustenance. My

body rhymically responded to subsequential

actions of your influential movements

and at that point I remembered

how much I liked the sensual dance.

Loneliness

Who can ignore the therapeutic
Value of a pair of intentful hands?
Why can't I just close my eyes, lay back
and be mystified while you
touch me on white sands...

Or why can't the pitter-patter
Of thunderstorming cause urgencies
Of you whispering how it's wet
outside, and you're thinking of
having me dripping...

I want to know a name
that is straight up synonymous
with exactness of a kiss
while my yearn for you
becomes a habit

See in all actuality the sensuality
of the principality of a delicate touch
is not in fact, asking too much

See for me the noise of silence
is an act of violence, I want to
hear your voice and make some noise
I may be lonely but not bitter
I long for a companion that makes my soul quiver

Or maybe
I was meant to be lonely
Because once I heard a story
And in the story when the poet struggles
and feels constant pain,
Her poems were nothing less than beauty
Yet, when she was happy
The power of her poems just weren't the same...

Is this loneliness now my certain fate?

© 1999 Broken Wings Publishing

Mythology (For Jon B)

I thought that a trusted friend existed
only in tales and twisted myths and
Frightened, I'd never encounter this
Someone I could confide in
Besides my "boyfriend" who admired me
for my innocence

I kept a distance, afraid of a friendship
And shed distant tears in silence
But you listened, and gave me what I needed

See, but not in the form of a father or a lover, our paths coincidentally collided and you became my brother

So, I recently reevaluated my thinking
and feelings to determine whether I was on the boundary of reality or dreaming

By chance we did not travel through the same canal of life
But by that same chance
I entered your life, and by that same roll of the dice
YOU continued to guide me through my strifes

So I can do nothing but show you some love
'Cause you are my brother and it's in our blood.
Cosmically joined as is a group of stars
or like planets in mythology
I am Venus and you're Mars

Or being a Pisces you'd save me in water
and me, a Taurus I'd carry you on land
with fervor until we could go no further

© 1999 Broken Wings Publishing

It's been a long time

I was a best friend yesterday
I was an even better teacher on Tuesday
I am going to be a full-time student again on Monday
Did I mention a president of a Gospel group on Sunday?

But it's been a while since
I woke up and just felt like Manejay

© 1999 Broken Wings Publishing