I WANT TO FEEL MY SELF

SHE WAVES AND BLUSHESTHIS LIFE FROM THE VERY START WAS GIVEN TO THIS EARTH, THIS BREATH FROM A WOMAN’S HEART WAS ENTICED FROM THIS GREETY DIRT, THIS PLACE I HAD NOT KNOWN OF THAT IS THIS MASTERS WORK, THAT IS THIS SON OF I KNEW NOT ONE STEP OF
FROM THE VERY START WAS,  I USE TO WONDER WHY US, I CHOOSE TO BELIEVE IN , I USE TO SEE A SANDMAN CRY, I DID ALWAYS EMBRACE AND COMPLY, I NEVER GAVE MUCH OF THE REASONS WHY, I JUST HOPE TO LIVE AND NEVER DIE, I JUST HOPE TO LOVE AND NOT ENGAGE INTO THE WHYS, SO PLACE ME HERE ON THE TOMORROW  SIDE, SO PLACE ME THERE AND I WILL NEVER HIDE, SO OFTEN YOUR BESIDES ME AND NO TEARS OR GOODBYES FOR ME , SO GIVE ME THIS TO TRY, SO I WILL NOT SLIDE,  SO I CAN BELIEVE IN MYSELF, SO I CAN HEAL MYSELF SO I CAN LAUGH WITH MYSELF, SO I CAN EVEN BE IN LOVE WITH MYSELF , SO I CAN REMIND MYSELF SO I CAN KNOW MYSELF AND THEN WITH NO ANGER IN MYSELF, NO SHAME WITH IN MY SELF , NO REMORSE WITH IN MY SELF I CAN TRULY BEYOND ANY IMPENETRABLE MOMENT, THEN I CAN FEEL MYSELF.

ART AND POEM BY THE ARTIST AND AUTHOR DAVID A. MORROW SR. AKA PENTICULAR

COPYRIGHTS 2014

CAN I HAVE SOME.. ?

I CAN HAVE SOME..

NOT YOUR derriere , JUST YOUR TIME, JUST BE A DARN GOOD  FRIEND OF MINE,

HOLD YOUR TONGUE FROM THOSE SINFUL WAYS, THOSE TIMID SMALLER THOUGHTS OF PUZZLED DAYS.

NOR ANY OF THOSE FOOLISH IDEAS WITH YOUR EXPLOSIVE PARADES.

DON’T EVER STICK OUT YOUR BUTT TO MEN WHO HAVE MAGGOT MINDS AT PLAY,

OR BE THAT GIRL WHO IS EASY AND NOT HARD TO DEFINE SEEKING FAILURE IN EVERY WAY ON EVERYDAY.

NOT CARING WHATS UP FRONT AND GIVING A DAMN ABOUT WHAT’S IN HER BEHIND., AND HAVING LOVED ONES MISSING  HER GIFTS THAT TORE FROM THIS LIFE’S SPINE.

WHAT PART OF YOUR MOUTH YOU LIKE WET THAT OTHERS CAN KISS, AND THOSE MAGNETIC  EYES THAT BLINK BUT MORE OFTEN ARE MISSED, OR  EVEN SADDER,  WITH FAUCET RUNNING TEARS ON OFTEN USED TILTED LIPS.

WHERE IS YOUR MOMMA, THAT ONE WHO SO MUCH CARES, OR THAT ONE MOTHER WHO HAS HAD TO MANY AFFAIRS.  SO, YOU GONNA JUDGE EITHER OR RIGHT AND BE CERTAIN WHO IS WRONG OR WAS THERE?

SO NOW YOU OUT  BLASTING YOUR EARS TO YOUR  FAVORITE SONGS, AND BY THE WAY NO HUGS FOR MOTHER NOW,  AS SOME JERK IS GETTING IT ON, OH YE, TONIGHT’S PRIZE, JUST COST A CHEAP DRINK AND A CARS RADIO SONG.

HELL. YOU ARE A WOMAN, THAT ENTITY THAT GOD PERFECT LIGHT, AS A LIVING ROSE WITH MAGIC COLORS AS RAINBOWS , SNOW , AND THE CEILING OF A PERFECT NIGHT.

POWERFULLY MAJESTIC AND A BORN QUEEN FROM ROYALTIES BIRTH, NOT EVEN  THE WORLDS WEIGHT IN GOLD COULD PAY FOR WHAT YOU ARE TRULY WORTH.

YES, SOME TRAGEDIES DO EXIST MY DEAR, BUT YOUR WILL AND PRAYER CAN CLEAN THIS SOMETIMES FILTHY BITTER  EARTH.  jUST YOUR BRAIN ALONE MOVES MEN TO PROTECT THEIR SWEET PRIVATE HOMES AND ALL MOTHERS WORTH.

DID I MENTION , WHO DOES THAT UNIVERSE THING THAT CARRIES A CHILD,  A SON OR A BOY, GREAT  BREATHS OF LIFE IN HER TUMMY, LIVING AND SOON JUMPING WHILE PLAYING WITH TOYS.

OH SWEET WOMAN, NOT JUST FOR GREATNESS AND SOME INSIGHT FOR MAN, NOR OUT FROM THE CLOUDS, OR THE RAIN, BUT MADE FROM  OUR DEAR FATHERS OWN MIGHTY BLESSED HANDS.

STAY PRECIOUS AND QUIET WHEN YOU NEED TO BE, BUT ROAR LIKE A LIONESS WHILE STANDING STRAIGHTER THAN THE TALLEST TREE,

WITH YOUR LAUGHTER AS WITH OUR VERY GOLDEN SUN , THIS JOY WOMEN BRING IN OUR LIFE SHALL NEVER BE OUT DONE,  SO NOW MY PRECIOUS ONE,

CAN I HAVE SOME , OF YOUR LOVE?

I  CAN  HAVE  SOME

I CAN HAVE SOME

By : David A. Morrow aka PENTICULAR Blog

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