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Your lips part
At the nape of my neck

You brush them
Against my tingling skin

Closing my eyes
At the slight touch of them


I'm home.
I'm often not sure whether

     ....the trees are waving

..hello

          - or goodbye.
Through the forest of trees from your lips

   I can read your unspoken words.

       As each leaf falls

   the view becomes much more clear.

       Words that once reverberated through the forest

   seem as lifeless as the fallen leaves at my feet.

        I await a rush of fresh air

    to stir and animate the dead silence around me.
You put yourself out there,
They shut you down,
Like the shade obscures the light.
Little do they know,
Darkness is just a contrast,
To the illumination of the soul.
The darker the shade,
the brighter the radiance.
I still remember
Frollicking in the garden with you
Falling in love with
Magical colorful lights
Your hand entwined in mine

Sweaty palms
Widened pupils &
Your pretty eyes
Infront of mine

A fairytale,
As psychedelic
Trips usually are
That's what you were
One big trip
An illusion
An idea of who
I thought you were

What I thought we were
What I was to you
Wasn't enough
Didn't mean more
Than the next party
We escaped to

It wasn't until
Frollicking in the garden
Past cold fingertips &
Warm coffee sleeves
A beautiful family
Holding hands

Fresh baby face
All theirs to hold
Did I realize
That's what I
Wanted
Instead

-It was within that one moment I wanted to escape to reality for a change.
#breakup #lsd #sad #follow
There is a
Fine-line
Boy
Between
Soaking in
Self-Interest
As your
Standard
Of decisions
& Healthily
Doing you

Is it really
Unhealthy to
Love
With your
Entire
Soul
Or to
Drain
Someones
Instead?

-When I packed my bags I took my empathy with me.
#follow #like #butterflyflags
I live among ghosts
Phantoms
They keep calling me
I walk by memories
Old haunts
I touch them ever so slightly
Carved through years of life
There are spirits
Vapors of life
I feel them touch me gently
They hover above
They watch everything
They listen to everything
They know everything
They are always there
I see remnants of where they were

I live among ghosts
I feel them
I can’t escape them
Everywhere I turn
Everywhere I look
I feel them
Echoes of them

I feel them in the air
I feel them in thoughts
I feel them in faces I see
I live among ghosts and memories
I am in spirit land
Women, bearers of warriors' marks,
You're the tough layers of the baobab's barks,
Best of the portraits that nature paints,
and Catwalk models of baggy pants.

You have been misled and misused
Your bodies and souls have been abused,
Yet, like a rose planted in a concrete
You majestically rose on your feet.

Women, flawless skins, lipsticks queens.
Fresh like shades of master's greens.
Big bones babes, skinny jeans chicks,
Gorgeous women, with kitchen tricks.
                            
You are every woman, universal mama,
Rest in peace to the mother of Obama.
God bless every woman from Uganda
to the outskirts of the land of Wakanda.

African woman, Mother of humanity,
Thou are endowed with enviable beauty.
Eternal goddesses, brides of great kings
Multitasks babes, doers of great things.

Oh, Woman, givers of selfless love,
Sent to us from the great man above.
Oh, Woman thou are blessed,
You shall slay, was long prophesied.

This is a tribute to Maya Angelo's mammy.
Bless your lyrically poetic womb.
 a solemn tribute to Mother of LeBron,
The NBA GOAT, King James of Akron.

Curvy Women work your gorgeous hips,
Smile with your Luscious rogue lips,
Thou are the pollen grains of biology,
and the specimen of perfect anatomy.

Eve of Eden, the apple of God's own eyes,
You gave every woman bedroom eyes
that pierces to the core of diamonds,
Like hardened bejeweled armors.

Woman, thou are truly nature's bounty.
Showcase your freaks and sexuality,
For which your petals toast monthly...
Slay dear queen, slay perpetually.

You came from Adams's ribs to give life
Woe unto any man who mistreats a wife,
Thou are indeed a blessed assurance,
Behold your grace, strides, and elegance.

For Sarah Brooks, my deceased mother,
and Sarah Ivana Brooks, my daughter,
For white, yellow and Brown women,
and all beautiful black African women.

 This poetry, I penned for women is a tribute to everything.
For those nights you stayed up to sing,
Those prayerful songs only God heard,
Lying on tears soaked pillows in bed.


#IvanBrookdpoetry© Bassapoet©
August 16-2019
*This a solemn tribute to all women,
Thanks for everything!
 Aug 2019 Tanisha Jackland
aimee
like Persephone bringing in spring,
I bloom when I'm with you.
showing a lil love for my favorite Goddess
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