Lets re-live this night

The night is young, I wont yawn, blessed be the dawn for it wont come, in the dark of the night her eyes shined bright like a glowing light, her scent corrupts my mind like a dying government, she tasted like salty ocean water. Her grip was strong as she teases me with her tongue, at my slightest touch she trembles like a lusty tree to the southern breeze. Her body inviting, softly and seductively enticing calling to me to kneel and taste her secret delight, I am lost in the vortex of her endless desire, like a needle in the deserts. Her never ending abyss of desire I lustfully tap in, never wanting out, shall I compare her beauty to that of the sunrise or shall I compare the frame of her breast to that of a marmaid ?.. Freed by the laws of the day, I held her close as i watched all fall, garment by garment they all crumbled to her feet, I stroked her thigh and made her sigh, I heared her cry as I made her high. This night I long to re-live forever as I am a slave to her for eternal...

A DECEMBER TO REMEMBER

Flip, flip, her lipstick flipped, striking once striking twice, like a writers angry scribe, caressing her lips until it cried. I wished for once it was I, stealing the innocence of her lips till it dried. In October I remember, it was dried by Harmmatans vile, leaving the scars of Jude’s lies, I slide my tongue in her mouth to erase all lies and replace it with a resounding truth from my heart's files, files of love, of hate and of heart breaks. She held me tight as my lips showed her my heart..
My love is not perfect but purer than a refined gold and able to give life, not that am the creator, but am a creation that wishes to free her heart from the manipulation of half baked men who only steals from women’s well in pride, hope am making sense for I have lost my sanity to her love scent.. November I remember, it was a sight to be kept tight in my deepest chain of thoughts. she walked the corners of my room and I could swear she was nude as her scarlet gown gave away her curves to my rude eyes....
I looked at her till my manhood rised, she noticed my sight, gave a lovely smile and sighed... I remember how I toyed with her nipples whilst my mouth angrily swallowed hers... Nothing compared to that night when I undressed and made love to this worthy bride.. All sanity lost as she drew me close to implanting life and she gave a wild gasp as she reached orgasm true...
December was ushered by laughter but remembered for disaster, I watched my love gradually die like a fading star. I remember, it was that night when her lips were shining bright like a glowing light, a shadow came and tried to steal a kiss from her rose, but she had swore that only me would take her w-hole... As she struggled, he drove a whole saber in her, click, click it went in, not once but twice creating a hole that fed the road with her blood. All hell was let loose as my world stood still, heaven wept and earth was wet, my love was lying dead, my entity left, she called to me and gave that same smile, the one that began this same man and the one that threatens to send me to a strange land where deranged men dwell, ''One last request I ask of thee'' she said, give me a kiss to remember, that I may rest in heaven forever.... After this my love was gone forever. It was a December to remember, for the scar remains buried in the core of my heart for eternal.....

A letter to my Dear..

O Aveey dear, wish you were here, your captivating voice my ears yearn to hear, this pain I no longer can bear, I wish you were near that i may lean my lips on your neck, and drop my tear on your breast
O Aveey dear, this pen i stole from loves den in sheer desperation to write you this love poem.
I am not a clown but just a brown gown sown from a fine linen, I only wish to caress your body, be the only one to see your nakedness and shield you from mens wickedness.
O Aveey dear, whenever you speak, my heart becomes weak and seeks refuge in loves peak.
I am not a freak, but merely love sick and never will I seek to be free from this curse that is set to drive me off course.
O Aveey dear please come quick for I am not well!

Prison for the poor

They won't build schools, they'll rather build prisons because they expect us to be criminals.... And them gods that wield the power of education, and speaking overly complex grammars that we may ponder and wonder and then get lost in our own blunders.... with their suits and ties which they sewed with lies of superiority and condemning us into the caves of inferiority...... They won't build a school for the minor majority, they would build a prison that we may learn to obey their authority, and fear their securities and then hide in obscurity.... There is a false belief that says 'all men are born equal' leaving the fact that we don't all get equal shots at life.... The prison as become an educational system to some and might buildings equiped with high techs a citadel of learning to others, now tell me the equity in that.....

The moment of victory is one to savour, great men pledging their lifes never to return home from the battle field except the song of victory their ears hear, and the dance of victory their heavy feets move to, the conquered in the cocoon will they hide and hot tears of regrets on their cheeks to flow. With their blood and wits have they gone to the battle front ready their lives to give for this dance, the dance of victory......

UNTITLED LOVE

when the stage is right, and you are in sight, then will I recite a poem for your excite, of my love that lingers on.

The flame of fame had driven me insane and your love did I insult, on this stage I stand and your love do I proclaim, not minding the fame nor the mutilating names I might later be called

On this stage I stand and your love mine to maintain.

when the stage is right, and you are in sight, then will I recite a poem for your excite, of my love that lingers on.

The flame of fame had driven me insane and your love did I insult, on this stage I stand and your love do I proclaim, not minding the fame nor the mutilating names I might later be called

On this stage I stand and your love mine to maintain.