Sun, 24 Feb 2013 02:13:49 -0800WeeblyMon, 05 Sep 2011 15:23:19 GMThttp://www.deozi.com/4/post/2011/09/lyrical-orgasm-by-eop.htmlLyrical Orgasm

Yes I am relaxing these words right off the tip of my lips
As the swirl around my tongue
I feel the numbness building
As verbs and pronouns
Begin to excite me
Stimulating me mentally
Stroking me and arousing my sensibilities
Dancing vision of this lyrical slayer
Spitting lyrical verses
Of illicit swagg, gravitating
My hips to move as my body moves
To this lyrical orgasm
As I lay here with my mind at ease
Allowing these lyrical verses
To keep me caressing your mind
Taking you on this orgasmic journey
Of verbal intoxication
As I flip a remix that leave you busting
Mounds of lyrical orgasms
You see we come to relax and sooth
Your mental frustrations
Those that cant be teased
Just by looking at pictures
We must hear the climax in your ear
As you inhale a deep breathe
And begin to spit phrases
That leave you paper chasten
Bleeding ink like a cool summer’s rain
Washing away the steam of the night
Leaving you remising   and thinking
On that morning grind trying to get your roll on
Crusade through society hill
Seeking that lyrical orgasm
Seeking that everlasting lust
That pill of lyrical X-stacy
That will leave you floating
Lifelessly through your wildest dreams
Tossing and turning you mentally
Injecting you with corals of poetic fever
Jumping around like a crack head
Looking for that next poetic fix
Knowing you just can’t get it from any where
It has to be the good shit
That right shit
To send you soaring the sky
As I keep pumping this lyrical injection into you ear
To set you free and to release you
Float on my poetic soul
Float on my lyrical orgasms

©2011 Cassandra EvolutionsofPoetry Covington

]]>Wed, 31 Aug 2011 13:06:28 GMThttp://www.deozi.com/4/post/2011/08/ilk.htmlILK

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 ]]>Sun, 28 Aug 2011 16:28:06 GMThttp://www.deozi.com/4/post/2011/08/love-the-skin-youre-in-by-kenneth-mcknight.htmlLove 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 ]]>Sun, 28 Aug 2011 16:21:08 GMThttp://www.deozi.com/4/post/2011/08/sacred-kiss-of-life-by-love-one-self.htmlThe 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" ]]>Sat, 27 Aug 2011 15:40:59 GMThttp://www.deozi.com/4/post/2011/08/emotional-rollercoasters-by-eop.htmlEmotional 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

]]>Sat, 27 Aug 2011 15:22:56 GMThttp://www.deozi.com/4/post/2011/08/believe-meby-shantell-cooper.htmlBELIEVE 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 ]]>Sat, 27 Aug 2011 15:16:58 GMThttp://www.deozi.com/4/post/2011/08/my-reflection-by-eop.htmlMy 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

]]>Sat, 27 Aug 2011 15:07:23 GMThttp://www.deozi.com/4/post/2011/08/a-open-face-canvay-by-shantell-cooper.htmlA 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 ]]>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 14:15:05 GMThttp://www.deozi.com/4/post/2011/08/closed-minds-open.htmlCLOSED 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 ]]>Tue, 23 Aug 2011 14:10:52 GMThttp://www.deozi.com/4/post/2011/08/vampire-plus-people.htmlVAMPIRES + 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 ]]>