About Love: Poems and Inspiration

[Izayoi]

This is for Onslaught and the rest of my fellow meditators, buddhists, and on the cusp buddhists. I know you are out there lurking

Ten Thousand Sutras by Sam Hamill

The body is the body of the Buddha.
Like ice and water, the one is always in the other.
In the middle of the lake
we long for a drink of water.
Adrift in Samara
we dream of blissful Nirvana.

The body is the body of the Buddha,
this moment an eternity.

Saying I love you, the deed is done.
The name and the deed are one.
With you and without you
the line runs straight

your body is the body of the Buddha
there is light beyond the gate.

This love I give to you
is the love that comes from Kannon.

Every breath a sutra.
Going or returning, it's the same.

Our bodies are the bodies of the Buddha,
our names are Kannon's name.

No word can adequately say it,
yet every word must praise it
in silent meditation
destroying evil Karma
in silent meditation
inhabiting the Dharma

this body is the body of the Buddha
your body is the body of the Buddha.

Open arms and eyes to Samsara.
Embraced by the thousand arms of Khannon.
In the perfect mind of vivitka-dharma
the truth of solitude,

our body is a temple,
not a refuge
Praise our body
even in Samsara
Our bodies are the body of the Buddha.

 

[OnSlaught]

This is for Onslaught and the rest of my fellow meditators, buddhists, and on the cusp buddhists. I know you are out there lurking

Ten Thousand Sutras by Sam Hamill

The body is the body of the Buddha.
Like ice and water, the one is always in the other.
In the middle of the lake
we long for a drink of water.
Adrift in Samara
we dream of blissful Nirvana.

The body is the body of the Buddha,
this moment an eternity.

Saying I love you, the deed is done.
The name and the deed are one.
With you and without you
the line runs straight

your body is the body of the Buddha
there is light beyond the gate.

This love I give to you
is the love that comes from Kannon.

Every breath a sutra.
Going or returning, it's the same.

Our bodies are the bodies of the Buddha,
our names are Kannon's name.

No word can adequately say it,
yet every word must praise it
in silent meditation
destroying evil Karma
in silent meditation
inhabiting the Dharma

this body is the body of the Buddha
your body is the body of the Buddha.

Open arms and eyes to Samsara.
Embraced by the thousand arms of Khannon.
In the perfect mind of vivitka-dharma
the truth of solitude,

our body is a temple,
not a refuge
Praise our body
even in Samsara
Our bodies are the body of the Buddha.

Thanks babe, that was truly beautiful...I'm feeling that

 

[NICKLEBAGKILLA]

This is a short one that comes from Erotique Noire - a book of erotic essays, poems, and short stories by black authors. I can't remember the author's name or the title but I instantly memorized the words.

Once you made me holler
Louder than the time
I got shot with a .38

God, it was great

 

[Izayoi]

This is a short one that comes from Erotique Noire - a book of erotic essays, poems, and short stories by black authors. I can't remember the author's name or the title but I instantly memorized the words.

Once you made me holler
Louder than the time
I got shot with a .38

God, it was great

Love it! Wow, that's some good love right there!


Here's another shorty- but passionate.

Untitled by Philodemos


Xanthippe, singing at her lyre,
with whispering eyes
sets my soul on fire.

But when? Where? How?
Everything's uncertain.
Except that my soul is burning.

 

[shywriter]

This is one I wrote a few years ago when women hadn't made me completely bitter, so here goes.

Shower Dreams (05/25/04)

The water rapidly coming from the spout above sets dreams into motion
It begins thoughts of cleansing one's body as an erotic potion
Showering alone is O.K., getting clean is always good
But to have a shower partner could wash away things that soap never could
The dream I often dream is that one beautiful woman will join me behind the curtain
And share the shower experience that will be mind blowing, that is certain
She would take the soap and rub my back gently, kissing me on the ear as she washes with love
Smiling and dutifully cleaning mybody, sensual and cleansing are the feelings emitting from the suds
I in turn will pull her to face me, her petite dainty feet standing on top of my Flintstone ones
Staring at her wet, nude frame, the glare is brighter than 1000 suns
The hands God gave me never felt better, when running the soap across her pert breasts
Rubbing and caressing her thighs as she lifts them, wrapping her arms around my neck, it's great, I must confess
T he dream is one, not of sexual desire, but the longing of being in a wonderful woman's arms
Her sweet smiles, pecks on the lips, and the word baby are all womanly charms
Charms that I would love to have and cherish forever
When I'm able to meet a good woman, who wants to take a shower together

 

[AftaMidNite]

Good One! I've got that book also. It has some great erotic stories

This is a short one that comes from Erotique Noire - a book of erotic essays, poems, and short stories by black authors. I can't remember the author's name or the title but I instantly memorized the words.

Once you made me holler
Louder than the time
I got shot with a .38

God, it was great

 

[AftaMidNite]

I am always asked by the women in, and passin through my life 2 write poems 2 or about them. But, if after asking, I haven't produced "their" poem within 2 or 3 days of their request, these enamored women become perturbed, feel slighted. As if writin poetry is like HBO; on demand, or like McDonalds; fast food or as if now, they are somehow less important in my eyes because their poem was not at my or their ready. What they don't overstand is the creative process. Not every woman inspires every man. Women attract men, excite us but, only certain women inspire us to write, paint, sing and slay dragons. What are the components of inspiration? I'm not sure. But, I am sure you'll know it when we U see it or feel it. Here is 1 of those MOMENTS captured unsolicited, 4 ur scrutiny.

A Gray Goose Moment​

she was attractin moor than usual,
nuthin specific an’ everythin sensual
sumthin bout her carriage an’ manner
relaxed an’ casual
moor unguarded than normal,
her dfensive offenses offline
said she’s been drinkin
gray moose brass monkey
a distilled animal of some kind
an’ if spirits serve
2 loosen our inhibitions
then she was speakin her sober mind
n body language moor uninhibited
than she reveals most the time
but tonite she was fluent
the way her lips shined,
an’ playd with teeth an’ tongue
as she spoke words unslurrd
yet suppressed,
unlike that brown “house” dress
that so casually caressd
her bare breast
an’ raised goose bumps
on the flesh of
those mocha grande thighs,
complimented her bedroom eyes
an’ laughter spilld an’ filld the space
between us 4 the 1st time
like it was familiar, almost natural
an’ she tried 2 dour the moment
with opinions an’ positions contrary
but the spirits prevailed.
we parted moor related
than ever rounds b4.
if I could have bottled the moment
I would have calld it, gray goose
an’ would sell it by the case.
even tho’ I don’t drink
I still wanted a taste
her intoxicatin elixir,
an’ tho she whet
my appetite 4 her moor
I would still rather
savor her favor sober
with no regrets or hangovers
​

©2007​

 

[AftaMidNite]

Beauty-Full, Spirit-All!!!​

And now for a little CARIBBEAN FLAVOR:

RICE IS MY NAME
Antonia Borrero

I make perfect rice
Perfect, Perfect rice!

Each grain—singular, outstanding,
containing fat outpourings of a woman's culture.
Each plump orangeygrain of rice,
containing just the right salt, just enough garlic,
cooked just enough time.
Boiled and steamed just the right way.

On my Mad days, it contains madness.
On my days of feeling lost, it contains nothing.
It is my science, it is my art.
It links me to past pots of madness and nothing!

Each plump kernel of rice tells my daily story.
How I cried over it,
the day I made rice for the people coming back
from my Mom's funeral.
How I added wine to it
and spoiled it,
in a vain attempt to gourmet the product
and impress a white boyfriend.
How I made it for picnics, for lunch, the beach,
to go to Philly, to come back from Philly.

I made it in the morning for tonight.
I made it tonight for tomorrow.

Perfect rice pours out of my fingers,
it pads my hips, and makes my brown skin shine.
Keeps my brown curls soft.
It feeds my children,
who no longer know the Spanish word for it.

The recipe for it will be passed down to someone.
Rice is my name!
Sustaining your daily life is my game!
Men eat me perfect!
Women make me perfect!
Arroz is my name!
Men eat me perfect!
Women make me perfect!​

 

[owl]

i think All
i move Jah
thank you God
i move mountains
I am lord

potent no opponents (Is we?i + you){
A long life
is peaceful
electron
proton
so dense
i neutralize
no form
formless
I'm formless,
I am
the
definition of P.O.E.M.
go get'cha body armor
go grab ya bars and belts
I don't waste
time on
empty words:
or human shells;
I hope Obama
breaks thru
I Love melanated ppl
can individuals
remember
the evil that them do?

I think Allah;
I move Jah;
Thank U God;
We move MOUNTAINZ,
All Across AmeriKKKa



We are GOD'S Loved};



We think Allah{
We move gad;
Thank you, Jah;
WE are LORD;
}
Amen-Ra;


i think All
i move Jah
thank you God
i move mountains
I am lord

 

[Izayoi]

Wow! Some amazing selections in here today! I'll be back tomorrow to spend some time re-reading them, but I wanted to wish everybody especially the contributers to the thread a Happy New Year. This thread has thousands of hits, meaning there are many many people out there lurking and appreciating your work and selections!

Thanks all!

 

[mcguyver]

I know this girl with nice big nipples

Cute, sexy with pretty dimples

If i could have her for one night

I would lick, suck, nibble not bite

Yeah, that would be tight.

I think I can do her right.

slip and slide all night

Making love no fights

High on love making, high as a kite.

Yeah, I know I can do her right.​

 

[Izayoi]

...
The dream I often dream is that one beautiful woman will join me behind the curtain
And share the shower experience that will be mind blowing, that is certain
She would take the soap and rub my back gently, kissing me on the ear as she washes with love
Smiling and dutifully cleaning mybody, sensual and cleansing are the feelings emitting from the suds
I in turn will pull her to face me, her petite dainty feet standing on top of my Flintstone ones
Staring at her wet, nude frame, the glare is brighter than 1000 suns
...
T he dream is one, not of sexual desire, but the longing of being in a wonderful woman's arms
Her sweet smiles, pecks on the lips, and the word baby are all womanly charms
Charms that I would love to have and cherish forever
When I'm able to meet a good woman, who wants to take a shower together

Shywriter that's lovely and very sensual. Don't be bitter .

I am always asked by the women in, and passin through my life 2 write poems 2 or about them. But, if after asking, I haven't produced "their" poem within 2 or 3 days of their request, these enamored women become perturbed, feel slighted. As if writin poetry is like HBO; on demand, or like McDonalds; fast food or as if now, they are somehow less important in my eyes because their poem was not at my or their ready. What they don't overstand is the creative process. Not every woman inspires every man. Women attract men, excite us but, only certain women inspire us to write, paint, sing and slay dragons. What are the components of inspiration? I'm not sure. But, I am sure you'll know it when we U see it or feel it. Here is 1 of those MOMENTS captured unsolicited, 4 ur scrutiny.

Novice (clearly you are no novice) I couldn't agree more with your intro. I used to write short stories and those Burger King have it your way requests always tickled me as if it was so simple.
Very few people and events truly inspire us. Great intro.

A Gray Goose Moment​

she was attractin moor than usual,
nuthin specific an’ everythin sensual
sumthin bout her carriage an’ manner
relaxed an’ casual
moor unguarded than normal,
her dfensive offenses offline
said she’s been drinkin
gray moose brass monkey
a distilled animal of some kind
an’ if spirits serve
2 loosen our inhibitions
then she was speakin her sober mind
n body language moor uninhibited
than she reveals most the time
but tonite she was fluent
the way her lips shined,
an’ playd with teeth an’ tongue
as she spoke words unslurrd
yet suppressed,
unlike that brown “house” dress
that so casually caressd
her bare breast
an’ raised goose bumps
on the flesh of
those mocha grande thighs,
complimented her bedroom eyes
an’ laughter spilld an’ filld the space
between us 4 the 1st time
like it was familiar, almost natural
an’ she tried 2 dour the moment
with opinions an’ positions contrary
but the spirits prevailed.
we parted moor related
than ever rounds b4.
if I could have bottled the moment
I would have calld it, gray goose
an’ would sell it by the case.
even tho’ I don’t drink
I still wanted a taste
her intoxicatin elixir,
an’ tho she whet
my appetite 4 her moor
I would still rather
savor her favor sober
with no regrets or hangovers
​

©2007​

That was most masterful Novice. I hope you will continue to post more but if not thanks for that gem.

i think All
i move Jah
thank you God
i move mountains
I am lord

potent no opponents (Is we?i + you){
A long life
is peaceful
electron
proton
so dense
i neutralize
no form
formless
I'm formless,
I am
the
definition of P.O.E.M.
...
I think Allah;
I move Jah;
Thank U God;
We move MOUNTAINZ,
All Across AmeriKKKa
We are GOD'S Loved};

We think Allah{
We move gad;
Thank you, Jah;
WE are LORD;
}
Amen-Ra;
...

Meditation on our innate divinity. See you got my 3eye blinking with that.

I know this girl with nice big nipples

Cute, sexy with pretty dimples
If i could have her for one night
I would lick, suck, nibble not bite
Yeah, that would be tight.
I think I can do her right.
slip and slide all night
Making love no fights
High on love making, high as a kite.
Yeah, I know I can do her right.​

That's so sweet Mc I don't know about the no fighting part, but yeah I bet you could do her right.

 

[Bushmon]

If

you'll be a man, my son!


- Rudyard Kipling

I think more young boys need to know this

Co/Sign

A wise old man once told
​

This was a nice light hearted piece. Thanks

This is one I wrote a few years ago when women hadn't made me completely bitter.........I would love to have and cherish forever
When I'm able to meet a good woman, who wants to take a shower together

I am really feeling this piece. I know all too well about bitter. Never let this world define you. I for one refuse to supress who I am due to the actions of the callus b**ches out there. Oops did I say that. Just when I thought I was doing so much better for the new year. Anyway nice piece, I would love to wash off some of this bitterness too.

 

[Bushmon]

Happy New Year to the FAM​

We made it!!!!!
R.I.P. to all those who didn’t.
I want to share this selection with you, as I reaffirm my convictions and goals for the coming year. In short preparing for the battles to come:

"I Stand Alone"
Blessed is the man that wallketh not in the counsel of the Ungodly………….
Wisdom imparteth, knowledge written.
Engulfed corruption, prophecy….., ultimate smitten.
Lift me father, I stand alone.

Can a man be born again………….
Dead, thy word….., life once more
Reborn warrior , conscious….., righteous door.
Guide me father, I stand alone.

Defend the poor and the fatherless……..
Forward unto Sodom, Gomorra…., singed by flame.
Natural Levity , honor….., for thy name.
Empower me father, I stand alone.

I lift my eyes upon the hills……..
A fallen cry, temptation……, draweth near.
Enter Apocalypse, four knights mounted…, dark mare.
With me father, I stand alone.

I am the way the truth and the light…….
Wings spread, aloft… wind of salvation.
Orian’s belt, brilliant…, celestial ascension.
Receive me father, I stand Alone.


Bushmon
©2001​

 

[Izayoi]

^^^^^^
Bush- that's going on my meditation table.
THANK YOU!

 

[ladyscorpio]

Bushmon you are one of the main reasons I keep forwarding to this thread. There are really no words to describe your talent your expression, your vibe. It moves me.


Blessed Love bredren

Happy New Year to the FAM​

We made it!!!!!
R.I.P. to all those who didn’t.
I want to share this selection with you, as I reaffirm my convictions and goals for the coming year. In sort preparing for the battles to come:

"I Stand Alone"
Blessed is the man that wallketh not in the counsel of the Ungodly………….
Wisdom imparteth, knowledge written.
Engulfed corruption, prophecy….., ultimate smitten.
Lift me father, I stand alone.

Can a man be born again………….
Dead, thy word….., life once more
Reborn warrior , conscious….., righteous door.
Guide me father, I stand alone.

Defend the poor and the fatherless……..
Forward unto Sodom, Gomorra…., singed by flame.
Natural Levity , honor….., for thy name.
Empower me father, I stand alone.

I lift my eyes upon the hills……..
A fallen cry, temptation……, draweth near.
Enter Apocalypse, four knights mounted…, dark mare.
With me father, I stand alone.

I am the way the truth and the light…….
Wings spread, aloft… wind of salvation.
Orian’s belt, brilliant…, celestial ascension.
Receive me father, I stand Alone.


Bushmon
©2001​

 

[Izayoi]

Something from Love Jones the movie. I haven't seen it in a minute.

For all the fine BGOL brothers doing their Love Jones tonight.

A Blues for Nina from Love Jones

Say baby, can I be your slave
I’ve got to admit girl, you’re the shit girl
And I’m diggin’ you like a grave
Now do they call you daughter to the spinnin post, or
Or maybe Queen of 2,000 moons
Sister to the distant, yet risin’ star
Is your name Yimmy-Ya
Oh hell nah, it’s got to be Oshun
Ooo, is that a smile me put on your face child
Wide as a field of Jasmine and Glover
Talk that talk honey, walk that walk money
Hound legs that’ll spank Jehovah
Shit, who am I?
It’s not important
But they call me brother to the Night
And right now
I’m the blues in your left thigh
Tryin to become the funk in your right

Who am I?
I’ll be whoever you say
But right now, I’m the sight raped hunter
Blindly pursuing you as my prey
And I just wanna give you injections, of sublime erections
And get you to dance to my rhythm
Make you dream archaetypes, of black angels in flight
Upon wings, of distorted, contorted, metaphoric jism
Come on slim
Fuck yo’ man, I ain’t worried about him
It’s you who I wanna step to my scene
Cause rather than deal with the fallacy
Of this dry ass reality
I rather dance and romance your sweet ass, in a wet dream
Who am I?
Well they all call me brother to the Night
And right now, I’m the blues in your left thigh
Trying to become the funk in your right
Is that alright

Darius Lovehall

 

[Izayoi]

I had this bookmarked- hope I haven't posted it already!

On Entering The Sea by Nizar Qabanni (Translated)

Love happened at last,
And we entered God's paradise,
Sliding
Under the skin of the water
Like fish.
We saw the precious pearls of the sea
And were amazed
Love happened at last
Without intimidation, with symmetry of wish.
So I gave, and you gave
And we were fair.
It happened with marvelous ease.
Like writing jasmine water,
Like a spring flowing from the ground

 

[NICKLEBAGKILLA]

Boondocks Theme
Asheru

I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration
That made Lady Sing the Blues...

I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your right...

I am the ballot in the box, the bullet in the gun
The innerglow that lets you know
To call your brother sun...

The story that just begun
The promise of what's to come
And I'm a remain a soldier 'til the war is won

 

[Bushmon]

I’m the blues in your left thigh
Trying to become the funk in your right
Is that alright
Darius Lovehall

Thanks for the memories sis.

I had this bookmarked- hope I haven't posted it already!

You always come with nice selections. The question on everyone's minds is when are you going to post an original piece. Come on Boo what ya hiding?

Boondocks Theme
Asheru

And I'm a remain a soldier 'til the war is won

I think this will be my charge for 08. Nice post!!!!!

 

[Bushmon]

Crew since we are still on the insperational vibe, my gift to you:

The Lesson


I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

Maya Angelou


​

 

[Izayoi]

Boondocks Theme
Asheru

I am the stone that the builder refused
I am the visual, the inspiration
That made Lady Sing the Blues...

I'm the spark that makes your idea bright
The same spark that lights the dark
So that you can know your left from your right...

I am the ballot in the box, the bullet in the gun
The innerglow that lets you know
To call your brother sun...

The story that just begun
The promise of what's to come
And I'm a remain a soldier 'til the war is won

Nickle

I had no idea how raw the lyrics to that theme song were! Thanks brotha! I'm with Bush what a charge for 08'.

You always come with nice selections. The question on everyone's minds is when are you going to post an original piece. Come on Boo what ya hiding?

Aight you got me! Bush I write long stories and exhaustive character sketches. That's probably why I love poetry so much- compact and powerful like Bruce Lee. I will try to bang something under 300 pages out...and if Lady S post another one of her own that would inspire me as well

Crew since we are still on the insperational vibe, my gift to you:

The Lesson


I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

Maya Angelou


​

A beautiful gift. I was just talking with a fine young man yesterday about dying and being reborn in each moment. Thank you, Bush.

 

[ladyscorpio]

Nickle

I had no idea how raw the lyrics to that theme song were! Thanks brotha! I'm with Bush what a charge for 08'.



Aight you got me! Bush I write long stories and exhaustive character sketches. That's probably why I love poetry so much- compact and powerful like Bruce Lee. I will try to bang something under 300 pages out...and if Lady S post another one of her own that would inspire me as well




A beautiful gift. I was just talking with a fine young man yesterday about dying and being reborn in each moment. Thank you, Bush.

Did this woman just call me out lol uhmmm I think you got enough with Bushmon in here lawd wut you need me for? Oh plus am the shy quiet type


I'll post something later sis.


Peace

 

[CybaCipha]

I posted this on another thread but this is about love ... well love making:
Reconstituted from Notorious B.I.G. "Dreams (of fuck*ng an R&B b*tch)"


As I sit at my computer
and view the SOL sect
Think about the sexy sistas that I wanna sex

I'd probably go to jail
For fuckin' MTL
Ooh Madame Ciel, she'd probably do me swell
Ms Lead Luv is fly
JoFromTheNo I’d make her weary
Wait a minute, what about my HoneyBerry?
I mean, I’ll fit it like a glove
I’ll even crush Lola’s ass to Real Love
Hold your horses
I'm a show Iz who the boss of intercourse is
Sexy-Scorp, I'm takin' no losses
Even groups like Exotic Rose and Bi-G
Can't see Cyba-C wit telepathy
The recipe of SxxxyBlckBtch wit a gun
Pimpin' aint easy but it Sure is fun
When I bust my nuts
I bust 'em on Sinn’s tongue
So what's the 4-1-1 hun?

Dreams of seein' some SOL tits
but I'm sayin'
Dreams of seein' some SOL clits
I'm sayin'
Dreams of seein some SOL lips
I'm just playin'
but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' an SOL sis
I'm just playin'
I'm sayin'

I'll put Princessreche pussy in stitches
I'll fuck Mississippi..
But I won’t touch them Lurker bitches
ChiCutie we can 69 … don’t wait
Did Miss Mighty call date rape?
Femme I’m not paid
But I'm fuckin' CleopatraJ
And SexyLegz likes it just this way
Sooo, Lilsexxii... move your body
Got me shootin' all ova GetYouHot's body
As I bust your cherry yo face lookin' scary
Backshots to Montana... I know that pussy hairy
Jam-Jam... ooh I know that pussy tight
Smacked PC Freak cause that’s just what she like
Smoke a stone
fuckin LadyScorp bone
I'm doin all of them
Jimmy hats for Diva
I'm usin' all of them
(What about MissStarkitty?)
If miss swiss give me action...
Guaranteed satisfaction

Dreams of seein' some SOL tits
but I'm sayin'
Dreams of seein' some SOL clits
I'm sayin'
Dreams of seein some SOL lips
I'm just playin'
but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' an SOL sis
I'm just playin'
I'm sayin'

Dreams of seein' some SOL tits
but I'm sayin'
Dreams of seein' some SOL clits
I'm sayin'
Dreams of seein some SOL lips
I'm just playin'
but I'm sayin'
Dreams of fuckin' an SOL sis
I'm just playin'
I'm sayin'

 

[PussyMan]

Be Who You Are

Let the true spirit of who you are
shine through in all that you do...
Let your hopes and dreams
always guide you in the direction
that you definitely believe in....
Let the love that is within your heart
never stop being the most important
and beautiful part of your life..
Travel through time not as one alone,
but as one among the many;
reach out to those who need your
gentle spirit and caring ways...
Make your passage thought time
an endless journey of love....

 

[Bushmon]

I posted this on another thread but this is about love ... well love making:
Reconstituted from Notorious B.I.G. "Dreams (of fuck*ng an R&B b*tch)"

Creative and nasty!!!! I likes!!!!

Make your passage thought time
an endless journey of love....

This was smooth and elegant, excellent creation.

 

[Bushmon]

Princess of the Sunset​

Princess of the sunset,
Ruler for passions met.

I submit to your exotic rule,
Black stone carved by passion tool.

In thy kingdom will I roam,
Pulsating praises to thy throne.

Eternal service I do pledge,
Riding moist chariot...ecstasy’s ledge.


Bushmon​

 

[ladyscorpio]

WOW... stimulating wordplay Mr Bushmon. respect.

Princess of the Sunset​

Princess of the sunset,
Ruler for passions met.

I submit to your exotic rule,
Black stone carved by passion tool.

In thy kingdom will I roam,
Pulsating praises to thy throne.

Eternal service I do pledge,
Riding moist chariot...ecstasy’s ledge.


Bushmon​

 

[ladyscorpio]

By Mutabaruka


dis poem
shall speak of the wretched sea
that washed ships to these shores
of mothers cryin for their young
swallowed up by the sea
dis poem shall say nothin new
dis poem shall speak of time
time unlimited time undefined
dis poem shall call names
names like lumumba kenyatta nkrumah
hannibal akenaton malcolm garvey
haile selassie
dis poem is vexed about apartheid rascism fascism
the klu klux klan riots in brixton atlanta
jim jones
dis poem is revoltin against 1st world 2nd world
3rd world division man made decision
dis poem is like all the rest
dis poem will not be amongst great literary works
will not be recited by poetry enthusiasts
will not be quoted by politicians nor men of religion
dis poem s knives bombs guns blood fire
blazin for freedom
yes dis poem is a drum
ashanti mau mau ibo yoruba nyahbingi warriors
uhuru uhuru
uhuru namibia
uhuru soweto
uhuru afrika
dis poem will not change things
dis poem need to be changed
dis poem is a rebirth of a peopl
arizin awaking understandin
dis poem speak is speakin have spoken
dis poem shall continue even when poets have stopped writin
dis poem shall survive u me it shall linger in history
in your mind
in time forever
dis poem is time only time will tell
dis poem is still not written
dis poem has no poet
dis poem is just a part of the story
his-story her-story our-story the story still untold
dis poem is now ringin talkin irritatin
makin u want to stop it
but dis poem will not stop
dis poem is long cannot be short
dis poem cannot be tamed cannot be blamed
the story is still not told about dis poem
dis poem is old new
dis poem was copied from the bible your prayer book
playboy magazine the n.y. times readers digest
the c.i.a. files the k.g.b. files
dis poem is no secret
dis poem shall be called boring stupid senseless
dis poem is watchin u tryin to make sense from dis poem
dis poem is messin up your brains
makin u want to stop listenin to dis poem
but u shall not stop listenin to dis poem
u need to know what will be said next in dis poem
dis poem shall disappoint u
because
dis poem is to be continued in your mind in your mind
in your mind your mind

 

[Izayoi]

Here's something sweet and sexy from one of the ladies favorites. Our very own McGuyver. I took the initiative to name it for you Mc, hope you don't mind.

Thug Dessert by McGuyver

Where would I begin
I'm feeling that smooth chocolate skin
there won't be a thing i won't do to you
you look so luscious and creamy too
I'd suck on your nipples
clear the table
I'm gonna start at your navel
run my tongue down to your clit
while I flick and play with it
stick my tongue in you pretty cunt
I'm gonna eat you for breakfast
lunch
dinner
and oh i forgot brunch!

 

[Izayoi]

Be Who You Are

Let the true spirit of who you are
shine through in all that you do...
Let your hopes and dreams
always guide you in the direction
that you definitely believe in....
Let the love that is within your heart
never stop being the most important
and beautiful part of your life..
Travel through time not as one alone,
but as one among the many;
reach out to those who need your
gentle spirit and caring ways...
Make your passage thought time
an endless journey of love....

Applause Pussy Man- you captured that spark of the infinite universe for me.

Princess of the Sunset​

Princess of the sunset,
Ruler for passions met.

I submit to your exotic rule,
Black stone carved by passion tool.

In thy kingdom will I roam,
Pulsating praises to thy throne.

Eternal service I do pledge,
Riding moist chariot...ecstasy’s ledge.


Bushmon​

So raptuously sexy! Bush I fell off the ledge. I don't know how you do it-just genius I guess.

By Mutabaruka


dis poem
shall speak of the wretched sea
that washed ships to these shores
of mothers cryin for their young
swallowed up by the sea
dis poem shall say nothin new
dis poem shall speak of time
time unlimited time undefined
dis poem shall call names
names like lumumba kenyatta nkrumah
hannibal akenaton malcolm garvey
haile selassie
dis poem is vexed about apartheid rascism fascism
the klu klux klan riots in brixton atlanta
jim jones
dis poem is revoltin against 1st world 2nd world
3rd world division man made decision
dis poem is like all the rest
dis poem will not be amongst great literary works
will not be recited by poetry enthusiasts
will not be quoted by politicians nor men of religion
dis poem s knives bombs guns blood fire
blazin for freedom
yes dis poem is a drum
ashanti mau mau ibo yoruba nyahbingi warriors
uhuru uhuru
uhuru namibia
uhuru soweto
uhuru afrika
dis poem will not change things
dis poem need to be changed
dis poem is a rebirth of a peopl
arizin awaking understandin
dis poem speak is speakin have spoken
dis poem shall continue even when poets have stopped writin
dis poem shall survive u me it shall linger in history
in your mind
in time forever
dis poem is time only time will tell
dis poem is still not written
dis poem has no poet
dis poem is just a part of the story
his-story her-story our-story the story still untold
dis poem is now ringin talkin irritatin
makin u want to stop it
but dis poem will not stop
dis poem is long cannot be short
dis poem cannot be tamed cannot be blamed
the story is still not told about dis poem
dis poem is old new
dis poem was copied from the bible your prayer book
playboy magazine the n.y. times readers digest
the c.i.a. files the k.g.b. files
dis poem is no secret
dis poem shall be called boring stupid senseless
dis poem is watchin u tryin to make sense from dis poem
dis poem is messin up your brains
makin u want to stop listenin to dis poem
but u shall not stop listenin to dis poem
u need to know what will be said next in dis poem
dis poem shall disappoint u
because
dis poem is to be continued in your mind in your mind
in your mind your mind

Dis poem was...simply brilliant. Have you ever spoken it a loud in a venue? You should, Lady S. Yes, yes let it resonate

 

[ladyscorpio]

Applause Pussy Man- you captured that spark of the infinite universe for me.



So raptuously sexy! Bush I fell off the ledge. I don't know how you do it-just genius I guess.



Dis poem was...simply brilliant. Have you ever spoken it a loud in a venue? You should, Lady S. Yes, yes let it resonate

First of all let me again co sign with you regarding Bushmon. Genius

And for you sista I. Mutabaruka performing Dis Poem on Def poetry Jam. I know that you can appreciate this kinda vibe.
Peace n Love sista

[flash]http://www.youtube.com/watch/v/Pn-f8PgLVjU[/flash]

 

[Bushmon]

Maximun respect to Ms. Scorpio I luv di rasta vibes sis.
Now ooutta di lyrical gun one mo shot.
Yu betta duk cause di one ya hot:

Mutabaruka

ANY WHICH WAY ... FREEDOM

meanwhile yuh dancin to dis musik
and tryin to figure out these lyrics
meanwhile yuh drinkin and havin fun
WATCH OUT
de revolution a com

betta be a part a de solution
dis mite be di final confrontation
betta awake to dis reality
dis is no time to loose yuh sanity
caussse...

by de ballot or de bullet
by de bible or de gun
any which way freedom mus com

killin de children in soweato
turnin el salvador inna one big ghetto
dumpin waste on sea and lan
buildin up arsenal of nuclear weapon
opressin de haitians
bombin in iran
troops in afganistan
there mus be
there mus be
a solution... a revolution

by de ballot or de bullet
by de bible or de gun
any which way freedom mus com

now yuh kill i today
yuh cant kill i tomorrow
today for you... tomorrow your sorrow
revolution for de poor a change mus com
either by de bible or by de gun
a change mus com
a change mus com

by de ballot or de bullet
by de bible or de gun
any which way freedom mus com

talkin to u leftist and capitalist
food clothes and shelter have no politics
de almighty creator belongs to no religion
ideologies wont bring about a solution
now turn to yuh psalms in de bible
and show me a.k. 47
com meck wi fight oppression
com meck wi fine a solution
com meck wi fight oppression
com meck wi start a revolution
there mus be
there mus be
a solution...a revolution

by de ballot or de bullet
by de bible or de gun
any which way freedom mus com​

 

[ladyscorpio]

Bushmon rastafari blessings everytime bredren. Respect and guidance

Heat you brought in here with that one drop there me bredren. Pure fyah. Blazing. Muta brings it every time

Maximun respect to Ms. Scorpio I luv di rasta vibes sis.
Now ooutta di lyrical gun one mo shot.
Yu betta duk cause di one ya hot:

Mutabaruka

ANY WHICH WAY ... FREEDOM

meanwhile yuh dancin to dis musik
and tryin to figure out these lyrics
meanwhile yuh drinkin and havin fun
WATCH OUT
de revolution a com

betta be a part a de solution
dis mite be di final confrontation
betta awake to dis reality
dis is no time to loose yuh sanity
caussse...

by de ballot or de bullet
by de bible or de gun
any which way freedom mus com

killin de children in soweato
turnin el salvador inna one big ghetto
dumpin waste on sea and lan
buildin up arsenal of nuclear weapon
opressin de haitians
bombin in iran
troops in afganistan
there mus be
there mus be
a solution... a revolution

by de ballot or de bullet
by de bible or de gun
any which way freedom mus com

now yuh kill i today
yuh cant kill i tomorrow
today for you... tomorrow your sorrow
revolution for de poor a change mus com
either by de bible or by de gun
a change mus com
a change mus com

by de ballot or de bullet
by de bible or de gun
any which way freedom mus com

talkin to u leftist and capitalist
food clothes and shelter have no politics
de almighty creator belongs to no religion
ideologies wont bring about a solution
now turn to yuh psalms in de bible
and show me a.k. 47
com meck wi fight oppression
com meck wi fine a solution
com meck wi fight oppression
com meck wi start a revolution
there mus be
there mus be
a solution...a revolution

by de ballot or de bullet
by de bible or de gun
any which way freedom mus com​

 

[mcguyver]

WHERE IS BIGIRL?

I know what she likes
Fuck the dykes.
Vibrators, clit stimulators and strap ons
Fuck that I got a fist full of coochie coupons
No batteries necessary I can go all night long.
Bigirl thinks nice guys are weak
So while we fucking I'm gonna stomp on her feet
Fuck her so hard loosen her teeth.
My dick small? are you kidding
When i walk the gound it's scraping.
You know I have that emaculate dick
I'll hit your G-Spot just by inserting the tip.
Yeah I know I'm a trip, and you are busy
Gimme 20mins I'll fuck you dizzy.
Make you forget about all the beefing
Come get some good dick I'm treating
Whats up Bigirl When are we meeting?


She is such a tease.