ELECTIONS

 

Wake up!

or forever dwell in the dark
paying astronomical costs
content with being lost

we failed before we got started
... false impressions we were smarter
humans failed managing humanity
poverty, hunger, chaos, and calamities
devouring purposed filled lives journeys
for many
destruction of choice by a few
decisions

WAIT!

I want to make it to the greener side

Feels as though I’m running outta time

Tic toc

Tic toc

Hear the sound of my beating heart

My pride my faith

I wanted to form my lips to say, "I finally made it."

The sand is sifting to the last particle in my hour glass

Roosters are sounding

The day has began

He shows annoying appearance
Church bells blaring
time is as sparse as the air
I breathe
I’m running behind destiny
I need more time to complete me
Hold up!

Wait a minute!

GIVE ME A SECOND!
First half of my life was painful and wreck less
Second half cleaning my messes
I need more time to embrace destiny's caresses
Be all I can be

Heaven,

Quick please,

Save me!
The pressures are caving in
My vital signs are faint

Yet, I’m attentive
Trying to resuscitate this life

I’m barely living
If I judge my life from its beginning

there will be no happy ending
people want see me fail
Crab in a barrel syndrome
When I die my soul will still be livin
Speak to my children of my existence

My life
seeing from my vision my insight
Hoping they have time for their own destiny's plight

THE MAN WHO HAS EVERYTHING

wish I had someone to cherish
who will comfort my soul unlock passion
someone who wants me, like I need him
destroy the walls I built

allowing him to walk in
... i wish I had someone to share life's victories
we'd write our our stories
create history
he'd say "i want" and I will say "yes you may"

cause only a real man can get me docile that way
its ok

 he'd be king of my heart, the ruler of my affection

 to me he'd be perfection.
We'd share in life's victories, write our own stories
histories, love's glories
-wriiten by Luchetta (cookee) Manus

He Reminds Me of Romantic Music (Reflections of a date)

He reminds me of  romantic music

with a certain sleekness embodied

The insight to see right through me

Brings me to my next level

In his presence on a pedestal

He reminds me of the smooth sound of the sax

young, energetic

intelligent

I ponder the words he speak

I'll never forget

The planets aligned

The moon shined

Was this a sign?

He reminds me of the depth of poets

His talks are three dimensional

Subliminal

A unplanned something sensual

He doesn't even know it

Allows a certain foreplay

Sex delayed

Sensual torment

Desires keep dormant

Till his hands stray

for the first touch

 It’s never enough

He reminds me of the flow of rhythm

Not too many men left like him

A rare gem

The strength of a bass drum and tin

He reminds me of romantic music

He is debonair, honorable, and above pettiness

He reminds me of a romantic song

filled with soothing happiness

Looking forward to seeing this brotha again

?

Do People know how to love anymore?

What is out purpose? What are we here for?

Storms close windows

Love opens doors

Hearts waxed cold

Saying, “Love is old.”

A thing of the past

Over time the concept of love dwindled

Fast

Quick

Get ya lighters up

Better yet, ya cell phones

Hold a memorial

Cause love is gone

It’s legally dead

Love took shots to the chest

People concealing love

Like booze to Elliot ness

Without love we can’t breath

Being loveless is a debilitating disease

Humanity wishing on stars and

Praying on their knees

For it

Can’t ignore its importance

No one can live without it

Willing to die for it

Where do broken hearts go?

No one knows

But without love

Humanity dies slow

Ramifications

When Darkness hits

Souls are sold to the abyss

No way of returning

Lost souls mourning

Decisions made out of ignorance

Eyes blinded by mystics

Death imminent

A Father’s heart torn

By oaths sworn

No way back home

Deceitful lies

Cutting off familiar ties…

Of your original birth origin

Behaving abnormal

Temples defiled

Perception distorted

But people ignore it

Pretending not to see

Warfare for the fallen

Battlefield like dreams

Strategizing cleverly

Maintaining the homeostasis of the Heavenlies

Two sights fight for authority

Prestige, power, and glory

Writing histories stories

Cross this line I double dog dare ya

And when done

The ramifications are scary

Almost demonic in nature

Wondering whose hand you left fate to

My child only if you knew

What you choose, will cause you to lose

GAME OVER

No sequel to this story

Moral

Never compromise your glory

The Waltz

I danced with the devil

Missed God by a few steps

Had to go back and repent

Hypnotizing, mesmerizing, compromising

What I possess inside

When I wept doves cried

Too weak to wipe my eyes

Way too tired to try

Weeping cleanses the mind

Refresh the soul, helps you to grow

Bold

Yet no one knows

No one knows me truly

They think they do, because I peak their curiosities

Arriving at their own conclusions of me

Their generalities

Stereotyping me

Wanting to keep me confined

In their lil boxes

Unwillingness to move beyond

Destroys the minds

Drawing from wells without water

Willing to live blind

I’m persistent

Like my God in Heaven, I speak things into existence

Into space, time and distance

What is good for the body isn’t always good for the mind

Pushes the heart and spirit aside

Left cricked, tangled, and entwined

Nowhere for the soul to dine

The soul needs spiritual food

Solid meat

More substance than occasional body heat

Soul and mind entities

Run spiritually deep

The body a couch

The soul and heart

Love seat