very lovely and sweet wow u keep me wanting more
Black Poetry : How I Wish That He Would Write...and Breathe Life
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Me......
He no longer writer for you because I repoed his pen
Caramel has been poured all over your essense as the "Python" slid in.
His verses were posed as befores but now I fill the afters
His words made you moan low while mine make you climax to the rafters.
So stop the sorrow for now for now I bring the laughter
My words shall weave sliken threads across your silloette
It's my time now, have you heard me yet?
He left an angel unguared and I slid into position
A new serpent in the garden and a sage is his mission!
My pen of life shall rise you back into the heavens from where you have fallen
Back to the gates where you first heard your calling.
He who made your heart flutter with verses of metafore's and free verses
lying your mental frame into a deep comma until it submerses
Pen dry,
Flame exhausted,
paper?
that too is gone because he lost it.
But im the new supplier in town the new "poetry" pusher
watch your backs when I write because I "PUNK" like ashton kushner
If I told you I love you would your wings spread wide?
If I said it was lust would you still invite me inside?
If I said it was my ego that had to have you here?
Would you still read my lines when I post a tear?
If I said it was the love of poetry that drove my soul to do all of this....
Would you believe that what he used to write, even I would miss?
caramelpython 11/30/2003
I loved your poem it was a beautiful scribe and very heart felt.
He no longer writer for you because I repoed his pen
Caramel has been poured all over your essense as the "Python" slid in.
His verses were posed as befores but now I fill the afters
His words made you moan low while mine make you climax to the rafters.
So stop the sorrow for now for now I bring the laughter
My words shall weave sliken threads across your silloette
It's my time now, have you heard me yet?
He left an angel unguared and I slid into position
A new serpent in the garden and a sage is his mission!
My pen of life shall rise you back into the heavens from where you have fallen
Back to the gates where you first heard your calling.
He who made your heart flutter with verses of metafore's and free verses
lying your mental frame into a deep comma until it submerses
Pen dry,
Flame exhausted,
paper?
that too is gone because he lost it.
But im the new supplier in town the new "poetry" pusher
watch your backs when I write because I "PUNK" like ashton kushner
If I told you I love you would your wings spread wide?
If I said it was lust would you still invite me inside?
If I said it was my ego that had to have you here?
Would you still read my lines when I post a tear?
If I said it was the love of poetry that drove my soul to do all of this....
Would you believe that what he used to write, even I would miss?
caramelpython 11/30/2003
I loved your poem it was a beautiful scribe and very heart felt.
your words do float sis
as i read the verbs you compose
deep from within
i do feel you on this sis
Peace
as i read the verbs you compose
deep from within
i do feel you on this sis
Peace
J’hiah…the thought that you feel me on this…causes my heart to swell
With thankfulness for Kings/friends such as you, Thanks!…hear from me too
... please make yourself at home ... 