Monday, April 21, 2014
Written By Luchetta(Cookee) Manus © 2014 Title: And Lead Us Not
The thorn in my side
Blind
To the reality of harm
This causes me
A deterrent
From my destiny
Help!
Someone save me from myself
Repeating the same actions
Wanting changes
Insanity
Thinking I could get away with dirt
Vanity
The truth hurts
Clarity
I wanna use my life line
Salvation
Avoiding destruction
Temptations
Title: Celestial Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus © 2014
Title: Celestial
Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus © 2014
The night air
surrounding me
like embarrassing arms
Of a lover
Safe and secure
Rain
Drops
Dripping on my forehead
baptizing me and erasing the troubles
of my day
I wonder if everyone
Rid themselves of problems
This way?
Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus © 2014
The night air
surrounding me
like embarrassing arms
Of a lover
Safe and secure
Rain
Drops
Dripping on my forehead
baptizing me and erasing the troubles
of my day
I wonder if everyone
Rid themselves of problems
This way?
Wrote a poem for Pa Dre to use for a track Called "Illusions" Poem title: New World Order Written by: Luchetta manus © 2014
Liars
Theives
Fakes, frauds, and phonies
Wolves in sheeps' clothing
Talkin like y'all know me
Government
Officials
Spiritual
Wickedness in high places
While the righteous occupy Lowly spaces Poverty fills our nation
The sane Is the new "crazy"
Manson's babies
Women Having surgeries to fit in
Natural is a sin
They've taken the throne from our men
Kings and queens
Is who we really are
Numerous as the stars
We can be better
Than what we are
Teeter Totter Written by: Luchetta (Cookee Manus) © 2014
Straddling a fence
Feeling defenseless
Tight rope walking
Between success and quitting
Hell and heaven
God whispers
Devil beckons
Which voice has my attention?
free speech
It is absolutely 100% vital that we uphold free speech and ban censoring allowing freedom of expression. It is vital than we keep tangible print alive. Freedom of expression MUST be upheld!!!! And is the upmost importance
Title: Old School Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus © 2014
I was listening to some old school R&B and wrote this just now
Listening to old school
slow jams
Slowly transports me back
when melodies were sang to subliminally woo the panties off the ladies
when love pumped through the speakers, making you sway back and forth and wanna grab the one you loved
Even if it wasn't the one you loved, it was the one you loved for that moment
When the familiar song plays and grabs attention like an elephant in the room. It starts to play
everyone throws up their hands yelling,"Heyyyyy!"
Music has a way of bringing everyone together like that
Freddie, Luther, Aretha, Anita
Responsible for baby booms, which were never recorded in history books
Old school R&B responsible for the joys of undersexed, over worked wives cleaning their homes forgetting for a moment that they are unwanted.
Old school, classics, works of artistic love wind, flowing through the air of the love starved and optimism ears of people
R&B never really gets old
Listening to old school
slow jams
Slowly transports me back
when melodies were sang to subliminally woo the panties off the ladies
when love pumped through the speakers, making you sway back and forth and wanna grab the one you loved
Even if it wasn't the one you loved, it was the one you loved for that moment
When the familiar song plays and grabs attention like an elephant in the room. It starts to play
everyone throws up their hands yelling,"Heyyyyy!"
Music has a way of bringing everyone together like that
Freddie, Luther, Aretha, Anita
Responsible for baby booms, which were never recorded in history books
Old school R&B responsible for the joys of undersexed, over worked wives cleaning their homes forgetting for a moment that they are unwanted.
Old school, classics, works of artistic love wind, flowing through the air of the love starved and optimism ears of people
R&B never really gets old
Social responsibility
MY THOUGHTS ON ART, ARTISTS, AND SOCIAL RESPONSIBILITY.
Art is subjective, it can be interpreted differently from person to person. There are no rules, guidelines, or format to how an artist chooses to express him/her selves or methods used in doing so.
Social responsibility is an ethical theory that an entity, be it an organization or individual has an obligation to act to benefit society at large.
Every expression of art CANNOT BE POSITIVE. Being that most of the time an artists draws from His/her own experiences or knowledge of. This world is not a pretty place and negative things do happen.
To say an artists has to censor his/her methods of express because of negative content will be contamination to the art form in which that person uses. It will not be his/her truth.
So, if someone curses in a poem, shows nudity in a drawing, or show war like devastation in a photograph, it is still ART even in a negative light.
So I said all that to say this it is NOT the responsibility of the artists to sugarcoat things as such to where his/her art form is not true to the person creating it.
No I do not believe in censorship, I do believe in the power for people to determine for themselves what is or isn't right for them. What is right or isn't right for their children and families.
instead of censoring stuff...monitor what you kids intake through their gate ways(eyes, ears,nose, mouth) teach them, what is real and what isn't. Fact from fantasy. Allow stuff which is age appropriate at the right stages of their lives.
Allowing your child to only view positive things is only doing them a disservice and functioning in life as they find out the evils of the world too late will only do more harm than good.
So do I think artists should be made to be responsible their reception of the art they see...my answer is, "No"
Art is subjective, it can be interpreted differently from person to person. There are no rules, guidelines, or format to how an artist chooses to express him/her selves or methods used in doing so.
Social responsibility is an ethical theory that an entity, be it an organization or individual has an obligation to act to benefit society at large.
Every expression of art CANNOT BE POSITIVE. Being that most of the time an artists draws from His/her own experiences or knowledge of. This world is not a pretty place and negative things do happen.
To say an artists has to censor his/her methods of express because of negative content will be contamination to the art form in which that person uses. It will not be his/her truth.
So, if someone curses in a poem, shows nudity in a drawing, or show war like devastation in a photograph, it is still ART even in a negative light.
So I said all that to say this it is NOT the responsibility of the artists to sugarcoat things as such to where his/her art form is not true to the person creating it.
No I do not believe in censorship, I do believe in the power for people to determine for themselves what is or isn't right for them. What is right or isn't right for their children and families.
instead of censoring stuff...monitor what you kids intake through their gate ways(eyes, ears,nose, mouth) teach them, what is real and what isn't. Fact from fantasy. Allow stuff which is age appropriate at the right stages of their lives.
Allowing your child to only view positive things is only doing them a disservice and functioning in life as they find out the evils of the world too late will only do more harm than good.
So do I think artists should be made to be responsible their reception of the art they see...my answer is, "No"
thoughts
My soul is attached to his smile, which warms my heart. Significant thoughts. - Written By Luchetta (Cookee) Manus 2014
Poem title: Forbidden Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus © 2014
I willingly allow him to imprison my body
His aura taunts me
All my thoughts
are enslaved
held captive by him
Me not wanting that man
Next to slim
My heart doesn't care
its wrong
My mind wants to do right
His hands on my body
Wins the fight
These four walls are
Forbidden to speak
what is done
Above the sheets
A vow of silence
Rendezvous and
times spent
Drastic measures
taken to create
Exotic pleasures
Lust, sweating
Bodies getting wet and
Precipitation
Calling for rain
In the forcast
Our love making drains me
Only behind closed doors
Can he yell my name
pain
"I never loved you, and I never wanted you." He said it once, but I heard it over and over and over again. The anger in his face made tears form in my eyes flooding like dams breaking, crushing my soul into fragments, too small to ever be whole again
Once words leave lips and travel to the ears, its no turning back. In my head I envisioned all the times I told him I loved him and meant it from my heart. All the times I pledged myself to his many causes thinking I proved my love and loyalty to him time, and time again.
Then I held my head to the sky as if to plea to my creator for relief of the pain I felt in my chest, I was almost sure it would kill me. "Lord, I just wanna die this is too much."
I thought about how I fought to keep him with me. How I pleaded for his attention, and constantly craved his affection which with everyday passing became less and less.
Then the realization came to me that...
He was right! He never loved me and he didn't want me.I was just to blinded by my own desires for him.
That day a little more of what made me Luchetta died. I never was the same.
Written by: Luchetta (Cookee)Manus
© 2013
Once words leave lips and travel to the ears, its no turning back. In my head I envisioned all the times I told him I loved him and meant it from my heart. All the times I pledged myself to his many causes thinking I proved my love and loyalty to him time, and time again.
Then I held my head to the sky as if to plea to my creator for relief of the pain I felt in my chest, I was almost sure it would kill me. "Lord, I just wanna die this is too much."
I thought about how I fought to keep him with me. How I pleaded for his attention, and constantly craved his affection which with everyday passing became less and less.
Then the realization came to me that...
He was right! He never loved me and he didn't want me.I was just to blinded by my own desires for him.
That day a little more of what made me Luchetta died. I never was the same.
Written by: Luchetta (Cookee)Manus
© 2013
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