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i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon
If I make the lashes dark
And the eyes more bright
And the lips more scarlet,
Or ask if all be right
From mirror after mirror,
No vanity's displayed:
I'm looking for the face I had
Before the world was made.

What if I look upon a man
As though on my beloved,
And my blood be cold the while
And my heart unmoved?
Why should he think me cruel
Or that he is betrayed?
I'd have him love the thing that was
Before the world was made.
A Beauty you are out and within
I have an insatiable desire to write poetry on your skin
Your body my canvas feel my gentle brush
Writing ******* with my ****** touch
Cinnamon lips I love your tone
Soft and silky to the bone
Finding words..be my guide
As we connect I come inside
Filling each other..there's no strain
Steady my thoughts I must maintain
Watching my penmanship using a steady stroke
I start hallucinating from my mental smoke
Sends me into a frenzied flow
I'll find my pace..go on a roll
My words soak in as you taste
My emotions invade your inner space
Down from your toes..Up to your eyes
Writing Haikus between your thighs
Poetry on your body every inch
You start writhing from my Scorpion pinch
Sinfully venomous my words forever sink
Into your skin my poetic tattoo ink
As you lay naked I visually feast
Every line of your body a masterpiece..
M.A.N 3-7-14 One of my favorites I really enjoyed writing this poem..^_*  ♏
 Mar 2014 Scottie Green
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And dream that ya'll
have grown a sense of humor.
 Mar 2014 Scottie Green
Akemi
doe
 Mar 2014 Scottie Green
Akemi
doe
Bright eyes, all
your little worries
transcend thought,
to movements
of soul and body.
6:06pm, March 19th 2013

Sometimes, you seem so sad. I truly wonder why.
 Mar 2014 Scottie Green
Akemi
Am I losing hold?
In a hurricane thought storm
Little deaths on the television
Remind me of my inactions

Said I’d even myself
Out, after giving into self
Doubt. Unstable, leaning toward self
Harm, while the world tumbles itself
Round

Bitter at my own lack
Feel the fire dying in my breath
While the world
Burns and breaks and blisters in a growing wreck

Did my stutter break another heart?
Did my whisper **** that child?
Too quiet for him to hear the reason
I searched for myself, at sixteen

Is every stilted thought, wasted potential / opportunity
To better myself, better the world,
And every person I'll ever meet?

I will not let
Hesitation
Separate
Soul from body
Ever again

I am not lifeless
I am not cruel
I will not be a bystander
I swear

I am not lifeless
I am not cruel
I will not be a bystander
I swear
Ever again
10:35pm, March 12th 2014

1) I've been marred by hesitation. Fear. I've let opportunities slip past, friends drift away, feelings die.
I need to be fearless, not just for my own wellbeing, but for the wellbeing of others. There are so many people in need, physically and emotionally. I want to help people. I never want to see another friend die, lose themselves to substance, depression. I want to know I've helped people in countries other than my own as well.

2) I've been feeling increasingly disheartened about my own future. Stupid, selfish, self-entitled thoughts.
Some people don't have the luxuries we do. They aren't frozen by indecision. They don't think about how inane 40 hour weeks would be. They have to work to live. They might never realise their full potentials because they'll never be offered a place where their passions can flourish. I have these opportunities, and I swear I will use them to reach others who are not so fortunate.

I will make the world a better place.
 Mar 2014 Scottie Green
Anon C
Mistress of the night
sweet smell of darkness
oh how cherished was the scent
never knowing until it was too late

true love's blinded sight
a pain never fading, forever ageless
tattered soul left in fragments
pain that never will abate

oh mistress of the night
*please don't fade into the shadows
The winter wasn't cold enough for me to feel its chill
The ice is slowly melting now as I begin to spill
So what of this analogy and how does it compare
To what is really happening, I haven't been aware
That everything inside of me is nearly dead and gone
Yet I will never let myself forget where I went wrong
The purpose of a memory I've harbored all this time  
While years of every season passed, you never left my mind
I wonder where your feet have been, the soil and the sun
Have written on your skin with words that may have even stung
I want to tell you many things and hear your story too
I'll start with an apology for what I did to you
I let myself become the cold that I was breathing in
I let it stay inside of me for how long has it been?
title taken from The Soil & The Sun's, "Raised in Glory"
 Mar 2014 Scottie Green
st64
you are so beautiful

such grace
in your words, power spills forth
with magnitude


you are so beautiful

may your light shine
beyond
all boundaries


YOU are so beautiful





st - 5 mar
so inspiring.. humanity at work.
such finesse.. wow!

http://www.upworthy.com/oscar-winner-lupita-nyongos-speech-on-beauty-that-left-an-entire-audience-speechless?c=reccon1



sub-entry: beauty in / / beauty out

what is it?
is it upon the rags of your face.. ?
or is it the ***** you flaunt?

where is beauty?
perhaps.. in the things
we do not see.
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