ILK
I was created from a different ilk
from a different type of caterpillar or spider silk
people look at me, and wonder how I am built
but what I offer to them, seems to be, strange milk
some misinterpret me to be on high stilts
or a strange man, from another land, wearing a kilt
I am, myself, with no guilt
will never move, from my foundation, or even tilt
my presence is seen, as the residue of silt
to figure me out, is futile, you won't find nothing! zilch!
DEOZI
Love The Skin You're In..
Who Is It That Said That Nappy Hair Is Bad?
See We've Fallen Prey To European Fads.
As Original People, We Ought To Be glad.
For What We Were Given, Sometime it makes me Mad.
Who Said That It's Bad To Have Dark Skin?
Now Us As Blacks Are Guilty Of It Most, Should Be A Sin.
Now I'm Dark And I'm Proud Of The Skin I'm In.
If Your Not Proud Of Who You Are, No Way You Can Win.
Some May ThinK It's Not Cool To Have Full Lips.
Until By These Full Lips, You Have Been Kissed.
I'm Happy with The Way The Creator Made Me, Pure Bliss.
So With The Negative Comments? Well My Cipher They Miss.
And Last But Not Least, Nothing Wrong With This Wide Nose.
If You Think Anything Different, Im Hear To Tell You Your Mind Is Closed
Some May Think It's Way To Big, Nostril To Wide I Suppose.
But I Was Made Fearfully and Wonderfully, From My Head to My Toes.
© August 2011Kenneth McKnight
The sacred lips of her yearn to kiss his
Her inner folds gently reach to caress his tongue granting invitation into her inner sanctum where her precious jewel abides
His tongue being the master key
applying pressure masterfully
releasing clasp
Going beyond the veil
seeking her anointing to overflow
pouring upon him delicate beads of honey sweet water
holding mounds of sacred earth in hand for leverage
tending to her jewel beckoning her waters to flow freely
breeching her floodgates to reward his time spent in reverence to lips of she
sacred waters overtake he with liquid blessings abundant
her feminine earth shakes causing tectonic plates in back to arch
causing rolling rapids to churn down hill into sacred valleys
saturating grasslands just as suddenly
her nature replys to his warm gentle breeze sssshhhhh.... be still......
Caresses linger of Loves sacred kiss.
Love-One-Self
© August 2011
" Thoughts of a females mind: Love N Life"
Emotional Rollercoaster’s
“Life”
One of the biggest rollercoaster rides
We will ever take
The ups and downs
The ins and outs
Makes you wonder
How your sanity remains
Clung to this emotional rollercoaster
As she enters the room
My thoughts escape me
Stuck in a Trans
I find myself Inebriated,
Heavily intoxicated
Trapped under the influence
Of her seductive persona
The way she smiles
Moves those hips from side to side
This emotional rollercoaster is one hell of a ride
To see him standing in the distance
He knows just how stunning he looks
Tall, dark, with a body creased
At every rip, tear, as the muscles so deliciously drape him
Deep down in his loins
His moans scream out for me
As he excites me mentally
This emotional rollercoaster of life is a bad motherfucker
As I turn to her
He grabs me
Holding on tight
Damn I just cant breathe
How am I caught up in a love triangle
Looking into his eyes
As she kisses my neck
Strokes my breast
As I look into her eyes
I feel the warmth of his body
Caressing me softly
As they are touching me and kissing me
Here and there, there then here
Oh my so many emotions
Are coming to the surface
This emotional rollercoaster has me caught up
In a three way lover affair
One I could have never imagine
Life’s fairytales will leave you breathless
Just grab hold and take the ride
Never be afraid to explore your dark side
There are so many things that attract us
That seen so unusual to others
But sparks a deep passion with in us
It’s an emotional rollercoaster baby
Jump on board and take the ride
Welcome to your sexual intuitions
As you open the doors to erotic chamber
As life’s emotional rollercoaster’s unleashes you
©2011 Cassandra Evolutionsofpoetry Covington
BELIEVE ME.....
To Read or Not to Read that is The Question I now must Ask, I Brace to give my Answers as I Remove this Verbal MASK... My mind is That of a Open Book, Some Thoughts are Distinguished but others you have to Dig Deeper and Look... I'm not just Words that Are written on Pages, The Scribes that I write are my Mind Altering Stages... Evolving Into something that has to Be Changed, But ALL you Recognize is a Image and my Name... Sporadic and Fluent as I Perch at This Window, I try to Explain Them its just not that Simple... Temple of Doom when you enter my Existence, Stuck there Forever because my Markings are Consistent... Genetically Encrypted with Blood of a Goddess, I seen the Outcome I'm Spiritually Flawless... Torn Between Mortality and Divine Intervention, I'm tryin to School you Muthafuka's so Sit Back and Listen... My Mind is the Fabric to a well Preserved Quilt, My Essence Surrounds Everthing and the Kingdoms That I Built... Telepathic Wavelengths that Transcend Me Into Energy, Because of my Knowlege It Puts Me In Jeopardy... Yet Conscious Enough To Still ESCAPE through, I Am EVOLUTION how Many Times I gotta Tell You... YOU can Envision Me has Controversy or see me as Eccentric, But when I Speak from the Heart my Words are Authentic... Never to Be Duplicated~Never to be Waivered, I'm not the Creator of this Universe But I'm Definitely his Most Highly Favored.... Recognizing Him But I'm Still Mother of This Earth, EMBEDDED~ ENCRYPTED well before my BIRTH... Complex Entities I Derived from them All, What makes me SHINE And Stand so TALL... Consciousness and all that it Represents, I am of Living Flesh but my Mind is of Another Descent.... Crossroads and Levy's Impose Theoretical Distractions, But I'll Travel Backwards and Arrive with the same Abstraction... Close to Edge but ever Closer to the Core, My Mind is like a Book it Can't Be Silenced No More.. Entrapment is what they Sought~ but Simplicity is what They'll Get, Trying to Contain the Mortal Side but my AWARENESS IS TO THICK... Boundaries is a Unfamiliar Lifestyle In which I don't Wish to Claim, I'm Searching for My Soulmate The one that Bares the Markings of my Name....
© Copyright 2011
My Reflections….
Yeah, I took a look in the mirror this morning
I see that same chick I saw yesterday
And the day be fore that
And the day before that
A beautiful reflection of me
Yeah, That 5 star chick
That one who knows she’s a queen
Diva down from head to toe
All dressed up in designer clothes
Gucci, Fedia, Prada, Lou vaton
Hell, whom can touch me
When im looking this damn good
As my reflection in the mirror burns
Not needing or wanting anyone to crowd her space
She knows she is that chick every man needs on his hip
That ride or die chick
Down with the get down
No matter for far down she has to go
Hmmmmmmmm as I began to giggle
Laughing at myself beyond disbelief
As my true reflection begins to shine through
Trying to understand if I am so great
Why am I sitting here alone?
Jonahing for that love jones
Looking for my mister right
Hell, I’ll take Mr. Right now if he is available
Naa, I’m not that hard up
As my reflection stares at me from across the room.
You never truly know yourself
Until you start exploring yourself
As I stare at my reflection
I find myself reminiscing on a lot of things
One things for sure
Your reflection will not hide the real truth
No matter how hard you try to deny it
The reflection will burn through
Like that time I worked at the strip club
While turning tricks on the side
Hell I thought I was doing the damn thing
Until I found out I was being stalked
At first it thought getting this money would be easy
But my reflection of scars and burses tell me something different
My self esteem was at an all time low
Not caring about myself
Not giving a [expletive] how I dressed
Damn your reflection is a true [expletive]
Something you just cant deny
No matter how hard you try
Like the day I meet you
My reflection smiled for days
I could stand in the mirror
And listen to my reflection sing to me for hours
Listening to me saying
My first name with your last name
As though we were already married
Yes, girl he made your reflection come alive
As the mirror reflects our passion
As we make love for hours
Jumping in and out of the shower
On top of the dress, to the recliner
Oh damn you got me doing a headstand
Wow you will be amazed
At what you will see in your reflection
As you scroll through your vivid imagination
Some may be bitter sweet
Some dark and cruel
But the reflection in your eyes
Will never lye to you
My reflection is da realest [expletive] I know
Deep and complexed
Always keeping it real
Never lying to me to my face
My reflection tells it just like it is
And don’t give a damn how I feel
My reflection does not judge me
Simply acknowledges the fact that im real
I make foolish mistakes
A lot of bad choices
Traveled to many dead in roads
But my reflection has never talked about me
Never slandered my name
Never slept with my man
Because my reflection knows he is great in bed
My reflection burns deep in the mirror
Shines through my eyes
Like an hourglass half full
Can you see your reflection?
Can you every tell me your reflection don’t keep it real with you?
I’ll trust my reflection before
I would ever trust in you…
Remember im da realest chick
Dat 5 star chick
Yes that on every man wanted to be with
My reflection told me so
But yet im still standing here alone
Looking at my reflection
©2011 Cassandra Evolutions of Poetry Covington
A OPEN FACE CANVAS.........
My darkest hour may be my greatest Accomplishment, I put my Right Foot Forward as I move Closer to my Descent... Standing here in Straight Canvas Form, Waiting to Paint this Image as if I were Being Born... Array of Colors as they Blend into my Existence, I hold the Brush of Life Cause I'm Ready to Exude my Confidence... Because The Natural Essence That Gives me Tranquility, I revoke this Entity that Jeopardizes My Stability... Although Pleasantly I remember his One of a Kind Essence, Ocean Fresh Scent was the Exact Name of His Fragrance... The Aromatics Seems to Be always Lingering, I Close my Eyes as if I'm still Tingling... Wanting to Envelop what Memories I Share with my Mind, I Grab Hold Of Remnants That was Left from way Behind... Now I'm Laying in a Pool of Silk Satin Sheets, Painting this Mural in these Open Virtual Streets... Aware of my Movements Aware of my Pain, I put Forth my Best Effort and all that I Claim... Moving on suppose to Be Easy Right? But how can you Move on when you Still reach for him in the middle of the Night.. MISSING The one Ingredient that Seems to Make You Whole, Trying to Fill that Void from this empty ass Hole... Substitutes Don't even Count they're only Temporary, I need that Blood Moving Spirit who Name is always gonna be Legendary... Etched Across my Lips just like No Other, He's King Supreme My #1 Fantastic Lover....
© Copyright 2011
CLOSED MINDS OPEN
we should love more and envy less, hate leads to an empty nest
chaotic fighting, unfriendly mess
we always become strong, when we mesh!
only people with sense, know this emcee best
gossip, is bad product, it's a Wendy Guest
ignorant chat, an ignorant assembly next
hearsay increases, rumors spread like fan blown feces
especially when a man moans 'Jesus!'
the enemy is shrouded as sheep
talk a good game, great smile, the outfit is deep
there wearing lamb's clothing, I call it goat gear
parasite your pockets, because they provoke fear
people in mental prisons, religions, you will find it
devilish leaders, prey upon the close minded
there's only ONE CREATOR, and the Spirit is timeless
look within yourself, you will find the Right Conscious!
DEOZI
VAMPIRES + WOLVES = PEOPLE
when your life is fragile, and all the great weapons fail
you'll be in an underworld, like kate beckinsale
hunted by humans, waking from a slumber
in the midst of vampires and wolves, as your number one hunter
see vampires can be family, men who act manly
sucking your life, and bring strife, infectious and angry
and those who act like sheep are real wolves
devour your mind, so make sure, you're wearing steel wool
plenty hustlers out there, that you may find deep
but when they transform, reveal canine teeth
run for cover, or make it your mission, to kill the crooked
could be your brother, so just position, the silver bullet
inside your mental pistol, the right ammo, in the temple with you
and who controls, the pen or pencil, cripples
the loser, and in this world, there's three species
werewolf, vampires, and humans, need greed
victims lose resources, bodies indeed, bleed
knowledge is your defense, so family, PLEASE READ!
DEOZI
Selfish love
As I think of you so many thoughts run through my head
Listening to the whisper of your voice in the distance
Excites me, yet renders me powerless
Because of my selfish love
You see time and time again
I have listened to your lies
When looking into your in the eyes,
I have seen the truth
Yet I still choose to believe you with my selfish love
I miss the sound of your laughter in the air
Filling the mass spaces of emptiness that surrounds me
That emptiness that feels the very depths of my soul
Longing to have you here next to me
Wrapping me up in your strong arms
Until I smell the scent of her perfume
As it tares through me like a sword
Slashing my heart & soul in two pieces
Knowing that she was intimate with you
Knowing if I ask it will just be another
Notch on my belt of selfish love
Just once I would love to hear the truth
As I sit her contemplating
If I should leave
Just pack my shit and run away
Wondering would you even love me
Would you ever think of me?
Or even miss me when I’m gone
Or would you just run to her
As though I never existed
How could I have ever loved you so selfishly?
You see God gives us great perception
You know that internal instant that keeps us on our toes
I saw you the other day
Laughing hard and chatting it up at the coffee shop
I started to introduce myself
But my instant says, “No just observe from the distance”
You see that selfish love was turning me into someone else
Someone I had never seen
You see, Selfish love will indeed bleed
As I watched her fixed your neck tie
I thought about the many hours
I spent washing, drying & ironing your clothes
As she feed you a bagel
I though about the many dinners
I planned for us when you were working late
And never called to say you couldn’t even make it home
I mean serious how selfish could my love have been
As I hear the sound of a child voice calling you “Daddy”
When I’m the one you beat,
The one who suffered at the hands of your abuse
Only to never be able to bear your seed
Yet I stayed with you in fear of my life
When your selfish ass is out living a whole new life
Just how deep can selfish love kill?
Oh so many tragic thoughts
My heart is racing
Beating out of my chest
Oh lord help me I can’t catch my breathe
Blurred vision, flashing back to those beatings
When you were choking me unconscious
And then making love to me as I laid there
Bloody and lifeless,
Scrambling to find my sanity
BANG! BANG! BANG!
My selfish love has just rested upon your chest
©2011 COCOVINGTON…. E.O.P “Evolutions Of Poetry”
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