Do you mean the ones who live on the other side?
Clear across the ocean, two miles in from the tide?

The ones that live with little means or the ones that live like we were meant to?
That work, play, stress, fear, and cry, just like we do?

The men who were created from the earth and the women from Adam's rib?
The ones who fall asleep staring at the same galaxies wondering if we're all there is?

Do you mean the ones in straw houses near dirt roads?
That learn how to survive on the land and wear the clothes that they sew?

Others and me,
I'm sorry, pardon me... I'm just slightly confused
Because when I think of them, I think of me
I can't separate the two.

you feel like my favorite song

Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore,
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience,
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore.
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound
your ears need to hear.

i would
rest my head on your breast
and listen
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonize

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things,
The Nubian Queen,
Sunflower Child.

~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS

I was new to this place,
And the first thing I saw,
Was her beautiful face,
And I stood there with an open jaw,
My heart started to race,
And blood rushed to my face,
I was too shy,
And couldn't talk to her for days,
I was naturally shy,
That all I could do,
Is watch her pass by,
And I would be jealous,
When she talks to other guys,
And because of my shyness,
All I can do is,
Watch this princess.

They say there's plenty other flower
But you're the one that matter
Should i want another?
This flower meant more than a lover

The last few petals are still there
Making it hard for me to stare
Inevitable, i still care
But who's to say all is fair

You fought well hard & true
I guess i did so, too
I'm trying to save you, really i do
Tulips are weak, like us two.


**Svelte Rogue, ACS

The more I know,
the more I am convinced.
That every source of light,
casts also, a shadow.

There is nothing
Of this earth.
Nothing more
Important.
Nothing more
meaningful.

Than what we
Create with no
Outside influence .

The Gifts we share.
The Arts.