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My Poetry - Part 5
RESPECT YOUR WOMEN, MEN!
Hey brothers, Let me pull your coat-tails about the spirit of love.
The Zen Master, I know you have heard or even read my thing.
Me, entering into women’s dreams doing that cool and wild thing.
I’m not here to disrespect you but to tell you honor your sweet flowers.
Hear me out brothers the time is now for you to treat your women right.
Yeah men give them your full attention allow them to explain their emotions.
Brothers forget about hitting the streets with yeah me and my boys’ game.
I’ve watched you dudes making all those so-call smooth moves saying I’m cool!
Your women covering home-base talking to each other coming up with their plans.
I’d see it coming my brothers and it is a shame the game that is about to be played.
For some of you who refuse to listen hollering, mental and physical abusing it’s no use.
Why, I the Zen Master is the women creation to build their confidence and that’s real.
Forewarning if I’d enter their dreams you’ll know when she starts those sexy screams.
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THE GAME
Have we have been played?
The day Massa unlocked our heavy chains.
You know nothing has changed.
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OH SWEET DARK FLOWER
I’ve watched you closely day and night.
Oh your hue gives something desired that is cool.
Yes your smell is an expensive bottle of any best perfume.
Your petals are so soft to my touch I’d almost screamed.
I’m so glad that your beauty is part of my garden of delight.
Because Dark Flower, you got your power more so than any other flower.
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MY POETIC THING
Me putting my pen to paper like my brush to canvas.
My mentality shuts down and my creative flow run free.
The first word to come into the mix starts the process a running.
Love with you is my thing when holding you my sweet dear.
I see me kissing you all over making sure I have not missed a spot.
Your body so fine and sweet tasting as your eyes is wide open and excited.
Slowly I’m making love to you to feel your real womanly sensuous groove.
Reaching the erotic bliss we both burst into a factor beyond time with our sexy cries.
As a great painter I then stroke my pen the opposite way and come up with this
Yesterday I walked a forest trail.
Thinking of the life I live and where I’ll be.
I’d noticed all the trees and plants moving as singing.
The wind is blowing quietly through the path as to carrying their tune.
I’m stressed out something say quiet within me and hear the songs.
Yes my son pay close attention for what you’ll hear is very soothing.
Music just came to my ears as tall trees and small plants just sang their songs.
Now you know why this is my Poetic thing everyday there’s new and exciting things.
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SIGHT OF MARY’S PEAK
As I open up my front door I’m greeted with Mary’s Peak.
I thought just a mid-size mountain that was always very green.
Driving up the path was a steady climb with trees to be seen.
More than halfway I see a small waterfall with the cleanest water to taste.
Go up a little further and there is a pull-off to the left with a valley view.
Looking down into the valley one way is a just mind-blowing experience.
To be able see landscape like in a plane patches of this section or that section.
The sun is moving in the direction of another mountain range giving off a golden hue.
Finally reaching the top of Mary’s Peak and it is quite the sight to look out and see beauty.
As far as my eyes can see there are three mountainous ranges with land extended out.
Nature versus the progress of men can be seen very well and God out did himself for sure.
From my prospective as a poet Mary’s Peak would be quite the writing zone of creativity.
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