Black Poetry : Jip C. Man

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In the artic tundra
I've looked for you --
my heart was trapped
between the ice caps
and the tree lines of
a permanently frozen
subsoil region
needing a tune-ful
of a hot Texan Jip C. Man
to warm over
the cold blast
that incapacitates me

And I am searching for a
Jip C. Man in a warmer
climate to elevate me

Emotional commotion
has disturbed the tranquility
inside of my mind leaving
me dousing wet
in tears that tumble -

dried.

Placing me in a whirlwind
-- upswept
falling end OVER end
southern tumbleweeds
that withered became
dense and rolled indiscriminantly
in your direction
southbound

and ... that same wind blew
me until I was caught by the weighted base
of your moisture in a flat-bottomed
glass without a handle

I became the stem --
...the contents
of his drinking glass

Jip C. Man lifted me
towards his lips
and kissed
as he drank
from me carefully...

I will forever quench
his thirst ... drink of me
Jip C. Man
... you will never be full




*Come dance with me???

(c) 2001 SOULOFSISTA
 
Seven Deserts To Find You

I sought a soul
on Saharan winds
night-time fires
brought hints of cinnamon
but not her....

I wandered the Kalahari
in searing heat
and broken safari
only amber sun
answered my
stumbling questions
but..
not
her.

So I crossed The Gobi
and Takla Makhan
essence afloat like
advance scouts
dune side collapses
gave deceptive refuge
in delirious visions
thoughts in
caravan fashion
rumbled

YOU

in
black bedouin robes
eluding me in
shimmering
oasis fashion
leaving
me marooned
in
mirages of
pretend
encounters in
cooler climates
I awoke to
sandy darkness..
but

not...

her.

Entering the Atacama
spirit in doubt
despair gripping
anaconda fist
squeeze heart
ripping...

then there
she
was

back
with the living.

and
it was

you.



whatever desert you find yourself crossing ...take me along..Ive been there..

welcome back N2 my friend
I miss our cypher.

On A Continuous Journey
GYPSYMAN
 
Part the Red Sea ... you'll find me

As water spouts up from beneath
the earth's surface
so too does your vibe

Between pockets of
saturated dirt and rock
-- his voice carries
the song of the sea's
und U lation
and with his tear springs
flowing into dry wells
my heart returns a
faint cry

I can't reach him
by air ... nor by land

I ride the tide's waves of Love
when he sends them rolling in --

Eminence.

And with the sudden gathering
of force that moves me
I'm left bathing my
body in the coolness of
a southern stream

Have I become an uprooted tree?

Without growth ??
... until
he toils the earth
ardously -- digging and
rummaging the for
the fruit of my being

I furnish him with nourishing
food for thought
~ allowing him to eat from
the edible side of my guava tree

His arms safeguard me
as he prevents my soul from
drowning under nature's
raging seige

Natural Provider
-- Absolute Security

When the gypsy parts the Red Sea
to get to where I stand
He becomes the band --
I ~~ the ring

and

together we are the
unified body that forms
the circadian rhythm
of life --

We revolve around
one another --
having no limits ... no boundaries

... INCESSANTLY ...


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