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S Smoothie  Jul 2017
Lit
S Smoothie Jul 2017
Lit
The search for besuty
in the fires of your heart
start at warmth of it and never ends

at its inception
the masterful makers of heart fires
marked you out as extraordinary

I am captivated by the feeling
well before I see it burning in your eyes
Take me with you
light me up like a burning man effigy
explode my heart into a million stars
to chase across the skies
with one simple yess
a doorway
to a thousand and more exhilarating deaths
and rebirths

Set me alight
with all the colours of your love
x
Mateuš Conrad Nov 2017
it's no wonder they called you *******... and not kenyars... you ******* quasi Nubian allocations of sub-Sahara; unlike Indian, the darker you are, the more aristocratic you become... west africans are peasant in comparison to east africans; which is why their women are so much more attractive,; that lushness of plump skin, skimming the sea, meeting while at the same time engrossing the moonshine in being mutually reflected; Rhodesian beauty will always outstrip a Nigerian ambition.*

i'm starting to get worried
about afro-american women
these days,
who don't know what
dark choc east african beauty
looks like...
a sort of plump besuty
that might make a white
boy get a hard-on...
west african women are paler,
they have no aura of
a darker skinned east african
woman...
they arouse reprisals
of arrogance rather than
appeal of libido...
         unlike the Hindus -
darker esst african women are
more desirable than the paler
skinned west african:
slave trade material
gummy-mouth-off-*******!
with their castrated Herculean
slam-dunk dummies worth of
manhood.
at least east african women are
ball-dropping gorgeous
compared to the west african mouthing off
undesirability calibre of woman...
seems it translates around the
Greenwich bellybutton
            timing of reference.
Jay 1988 Sep 2017
The summer of nineteen-sixty three
Cherry blossom in the tree's, just you and me
Birdsong, leave's blowing, your naked feet
Your eyes close, you sigh as my fingers caress your cheek
Your violin sleeps in her case right beside of me
And my guitar abandoned, you took my hand and guided me
Pushed back that hair that obscured your face
I unhooked the straps of your blue vest from your shoulders
And gently slide it right down onto your waist
The sun from the clouds came and covered you, your skin so golden in the early morning summer dew

Tilt your head back just a little
I've never kissed you there
Your eyes looked deep inside of me and ask me why i'm so scared
Beauty never tasted so sweet
We became one as i kissed your toes, rainwater fell from your feet
Rainbows and rainclouds watch over us, the wind rolled across your naked form
My hands fell onto you, held your waist tight, kissed you in places only known inside my wildest dreams each night
I pulled you closer to me, whispered something in your ear, but you were already asleep
Watch you rest in my arms, why have you chosen me ? Kissed you once more as i tried to find peace

So if i wake in the morning and you are no longer here i pray that you know what this day meant to me and that i'll never see life the same

So if you wake in the morning and i'm no longer here i pray that you know what this day meant to me, and that i'll never see beauty quite like yours again

Darkest thoughts inside my head, why would she stay with you they said
Threw my guitar over my left shoulder and left you sitting
Surrounded by the grass in the wheatfields and the spaces we made love in

And the pain of kissing your forehead and leaving
Was nothing compared to you one day leaving me grieving
I saw the hurt and pain deep inside your eyes
Kept on walking, in the distance your violin cried

It's been a few years now, i often wonder where you are
Me, i just sit playing my strings to passers by in bars
Every time a pretty woman comes walking through the door
Your besuty a marker to judge them by, my head lifts from the floor

Neck a whisky, swallow a gin, in my dreams i still feel your touch and hear your violin
Love songs i wrote about us
Play them to crowds who flock in the pubs
Men and women claim our songs their own, kiss each other
I watch on and just keep going
If i'd known the world back then as i know it now
I might have more faith in myself and in you i'd have no doubts
One night with you was never enough to let this old soul sleep
Maybe you'd have loved me some way
Maybe your love i could keep
But here i am, i walked away and now live in clubs and bars
Your beauty forever scarred inside my heart but by my side just my old guitar

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