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I Wanna a Man that wants Me
Laying in his bed 
Soft curls nestled
just beneath his head
Long legs wrapped
'round Mine
holding me tight
Pulling us down into the
soft nest of night

In His strong soft arms I would lay
Till morning meets the misty break of day.

I Need a Man that loves the way
I smell, taste and breath
Cares for what I want
Considers what I need
Enjoys the way I form my thoughts
Listens to my dreams

I Wish a Man that accepts me
My peculiar ways.
treats like I am precious
In his strong arms I would Lay
Till morning kisses meet
The misty break of day

I Dream of a Man capable
accepting love from Me
Enjoys the way I touch His skin
Knows how Good things can be

Most of all I want a Man
That wants to be loved too
A Man that never
hesitates to say
"Woman, I Love You"


Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved.
I Wanna Man
When the breeze turns sharp
and trees begin to undress
when it dawns on me
my world is not the same
I see you
I feel you
as you were
when you were strong
before another chose to bring you down

How could I forget...

November skies tell me
how much I have lost
and remind me
of all the love I have known
and I don't know if
I should laugh or cry
Memories of mum and dad...wherever you are
 Nov 2014 Zemyachis
King Bacon
Adorable
Mellow
Elegant
Lovely
Incomparable
Angel
 Nov 2014 Zemyachis
King Bacon
Dear God, I'm trying hard to reach you
Dear God, I see your face in all I do
Sometimes it's so hard to believe in...
But God, I know you have your reasons
Black Thoughts
 Nov 2014 Zemyachis
King Bacon
I’m having black thoughts again,
my eyes are flinching,
my skin is peeling,
my brain is bleeding,
those memories are coming back again.

my eyes are sweating,
my skin is drying,
my brain is breathing,
rapidly.
I’m having black thoughts again.
 Nov 2014 Zemyachis
King Bacon
Puffed his prayer filterless and snorted higher forces
bloodstream is filled with chemical collision courses,
tied to his past which was tied to a gun
el Cucuy smiled with ******* traced in his gums.

He talked to God while a devil manifested within'
tried to **** it with the poison he'd inject in his skin
his best friend a pipe, his wife’s a syringe
head back, eyes close, let the chemicals in

I once had a friend named Ashley,
Guys went into her life, she turned nasty
She dropped,
She cut,
She loved,
She fought,
and ended up with a baby girl named Nancy,

Nestor was always smarter, but he never looked up colleges
He had a ****** up life, and understanding of what knowledge is  
Now he lives inside a cell,
which must be hell
Amigo, should of listen to that bell.

Angel was the champion when you gave him a soccer ball,
instead he got drugs in school, and never went to class at all.

Chantelle got ***** a lot, but no one ever seemed to care
She met the church, and made it seemed that God was there,
She was thankful that she found a reason to keep living
A year later killed herself,
I guess she was trying to meet him.

I fight against momentum, but the pendulum wins
Accept your faith, and destiny, your acceptable sins
Don’t ever believe that you're better than him,
The Devil has manifested from within

Those that don't believe the lies and realize that demons lie
Inside these so called angels are the one that angels demonize
But those that don't desalt the word and realize who jesus is and judas is
Are usually the people nailing someone to a crucifix
The root of ruthlessness with evils use of foolishness
Someone tell the doctor there’s a virus in the nucleus

The window to the broken soul resembles that of shattered glass
Some live by the ****** axe, some live by the lonely ranch,
They spent a lot of lives in opposition but their caskets match.
Little Jamar raised
His voice authoritatively,
"I'm a man, and
Men don't cry!"

Jordan grabbed him
By the shoulders,
And admonished him,
"Men don't cry..",
He exclaimed.
"Boy who told you that lie?
Men do cry sometimes."
Of course they do.
my little cousin and my younger brother
 Nov 2014 Zemyachis
B M
You're loved
 Nov 2014 Zemyachis
B M
When you realize
You are made of the molecules
As millions of stars,
You’re breathing the same air
As beautiful migrating butterflies
And you’re alive because
Of the love and care of thousands;
That is when you realize
You are not as broken
As you think you are
You are full
Of the world
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