Eyes of Deception

There eyes enticed each other to inquire within,
Beckoning them to explore more;
The dark mystery that is housed in their soul awaited beams of light,
Femininity balanced with masculinity,
Thump,
Thump,
She hears their heart beating to their own erratic rhythms,
He feels his primal vibrations pulsating,
Saluting their unique mating dance,
Girth and pastry greets,
Spirit to Spirit ,
Wood to womb they connect,
Pleasure they encounter,
Vulnerability is nigh,
Consciousness awakened,
Motives revealed,
Fears exposed,
Reality conjures up the bleak possibilities of this soul connection,
He and She,
Held captive by deception,
She thought he was ready to be King,
He only wanted she to fulfill his lustful addiction,
Dominating causal sex,
They both stare complexity in the eyes…..deception

Step up, Cover and Celebrate me...and get off my tit!...By my Bestie Kira Buckley

I had to share this piece...I echo my Bestie sentiments...Men and Women need to get it together...ENJOY!


"I'm not saying us Women are perfect,

but we carry the load and carry it well,

some of yall men really need to get it together-

Expend much time/effort and thought on male empowerment

and then just maybe yall males wouldnt feel the need

to criticize what females don't do!

have you takn the time to look at the stuff you're doing?

if you wanna lead me anywhere,

you must be capable of effectively and efficiently following/serving,

prove to me that my independence is optional,

I will coexist with you,

but look in the mirror first

and handle your refelction of issues

before you attempt to diagnose mine!

we've taken the fall for men too long(historically proven!...)

now its time yall step it up and get off that tit!

Focus on what you're doing and let us be the emotional beings...." (Shout out to Natalie on this one!)



So easy to point the finger...real men are accountable for themselves,

emotionally and physically. How about we each concentrate on ourselves

and highlight more good qualities about each other-

men and women.

Women can we celebrate men?

Men can we celebrate women?



..and stop complaining so damn much!, If he or she aint got/doin/ possesing/speaking/listening/sharing/manifesting/claiming/exemplifying/carrying

livin/empowering what you want....



move the hell on!



There are too many wonderful/powerful/successful/beuatiful/intelligent/charming/productive/executive-minded/spiritually and physical sound and whole-minded gentlemen and ladies in this earthly realm....to be complaining and venting about what one trifling fool didnt do or did to you!



If she or he aint it, right now....then WAIT!....balance and perfection (for you) will come! Stop setttling and rushing. Live this Life...Serve somebody....Treat yourself right!...manifest something...be productive and stop' talking' so damn much!.....



with much compassion in my heart,



Love&Light Beautiful!

Poetry In Motion:Twin Tales by DaiDaGlamazon and Deme

My spirit soars free like the winds traveling North, South, East and West...I draw energy from the sun while son rays radiates thru me...I am Earth..love richly fertilizes my soil...I am a life source...I am WOMAN

The moon fuels my empty ass darkness seems to clutter this space...my womb..screams for freedom..she shudders at the thought of you entering me...No longer can I fight this feeling it just consumes my being...yelpin in agony I cry out for you.. love..why won't you come shine your rays upon me...I am the goddess of fertilty yet my womb stays barren...memories of delusional models of our essence mock me..I stand as the world moves slowly around me with various hints of life and warmth...while I stay cold..tell me how and the hell can light and darkness dwell...heat and warmth...love and hate..in me.. a mosaic... awaiting to be completed

A complex mosaic piece..intritricately woven with purpose..I gaze at the fine detail of the scattered lines, diverse shapes and blended colors.. loss of time I hadn't noticed how the canvas of me has evolved... In admiration, I sigh...I inhale the sweet aroma of change.. promise..hope and expectation; while I exhaled..I purged toxic fumes of lack..fear.. bareness.. doubt and aniexty... for all of these experiences have cultivated this unique art form.. For I keep my womb free of impure radicals.. inorder to maintain a ph balanced fertile space..the paint brush of words splash vibrant colors of life..So Deme whenever blood is flowing through ya womb.. there will be life..love..even growing pains.. thus, your words..your paintbrush holds the strokes of your womb story..paint on my sistah..for our "canvas tales"..our collaborated art form has only just begun...

I Know Why The Caged Birds Sings: Reflections

I know why the caged bird sings...because her pretty wings are torn and tattered from beating them on the cruel bars of society's cage. Her efforts of getting someone's attention has left her jaded. The daily voyeours that pass by watching, speculating, probing, admiring her through those cruel bars are using her song and physical beauty for their entertainment. Not once does someone see the pain and fear in her eyes. Not once do these on-lookers hear her blues songs of liberation. Not once do these on-lookers think that her beauty should not be confined to norms of a caged bird. No once does the on-lookers see the blood stained tears from weeping and singing her soul out.



Yes the caged birds sings for she has beaten her wings for so long aganist society's cruel bars that today when her Master opened the cage she does not move. She is paralyzed. She has been conditioned to stay on her limbs poised on a splinted perch and sing her blues songs of awaited freedom. Hence, she sees the caged door open, she no longers has the strength and courage to make the first step, for fear the door will be closed on her.



So she sits there crippled by her own fear and now she has become her own oppressor. So yes I know why the caged birds sings...because she is free, but she has not accepted the fact that she now has the power to fly free...even though the door of liberation is wide open in front of her....its a choice of free will... 



So tragic that this symbolic reflection is very common today amongst women and men...Let us not be like a caged bird ... Take flight and fly free my people.. the choice is yours...the unknown is always scary but its so much better to fly wounded than be too cooped up in society's cage with a broken spirit that has you paralyzed with fear.

Mystic Lady

Presenting Mystic Lady a poem based on a real encounter…Ever since our chance meeting I have not been able to shake the conversation that manifested… Her eyes have stalked me in my dreams. Her words have brought solace in the midst of latent dreams… Her face a beautiful portrait to behold…

As I sat across her from her dinner table,

our eyes locked,

they connected and our souls meet,

they greeted and began to converse,

revealing hidden mysteries,

while exposing secrets,

our words became confirmation that being gifted,

anointed,

may put you on the fringes of society,

but yet were not crazy,

in fact we are more normal than most.

We both consciously decided to be uniquely centered in da midst of chaos,

her eyes reflected divinity,

her words illuminated truth,

her platinum blonde and sandy brown hair neatly flowed into a pony tail,

exposing her youthful face,

beauty in God’s purest feminine form.

Mystic lady found me by way of flutters in my soul,

we found each other spiritually,

kindred spirits,

I was she and she was me,

A beautiful juxtaposition,

time spiraling by making our encounter disappear by the second,

panic begins to set in,

reality bits,

I gotta process all of dis shit we just unpacked together,

wounds exposed,

wings clipped,

heartbroken,

dreams shattered,

bewilderment invades my psyche,

the room is moving under my feet,

we say our “see you next time” .

And Mystic Lady and I go our separate ways,

on this jigsaw puzzle of life,

both of us our awaiting God to strategically put our pieces back together again..

Past,Present,Future:My Compulsion

Often times I am so consumed with the what's next and particulars of my future that I often miss the beauty of my right now. I so often forfeit living in the now because my future seems brighter, so much more attractive and interesting. As my obsessive worrying consumes me, I unconsciously duplicate cycles of missing the beauty of my current space. My grandiose visions and aspirations launches me into a distant space, my future. Causing me to blindly neglect my current place. I am so oblivious that my former current space is my immediate past and my awaited future is now my current state.

Yet I am un-filled and un-inspired.So again I peek over my shoulder, glancing at past and notice that I am left vexed, empty, of the things I have left un-done. I have a wish-ah-would've-could've thought process plaguing my psyche. Had I embraced my right now, I would have been able to live in the moment and embraced all of its un-folding possibilities. But No! I forfeited it by day dreaming of tomorrow, planning for what will come sooner or later.

Albeit, I am grabbing hold of today, my right now, for this circular movement will end. I understand now that my future is the inevitable. Thus, my right now needs some tending too. So I send up liquid prayers, open my eyes, sway my hips, while poise and grace guide my feet.....I freeze my thoughts and just be.. I am embracing my right now season, while blindly believing God for the unfolding, un-limited possibilities that is right lies here before me...

I Just Wanna

I just wanna be the oxygen that you breathe,
as you inhale my fresh essence,
slowly my love penetrates your lungs,
propelling them to release carbon toxins as you…..
Exhale,
I just wanna breathe you,
consume you,
complete you,
and intertwine magnetic energy with you,
Honestly,
I just wanna be with you and only you!