Your body, my body,

tangled in a whisper

we can both see.

My body, your body,

wrapped around a voice

we can feel vividly.

Skin to skin,

captured by breaths

refusing to let go.

Our bodies,

entwined with our minds,

immersed in pleas...

What's wrong with You?

There's nothing wrong with Me

No, what's wrong with You?

I said there's nothing wrong with Me

I know there's nothing wrong with Me

What's wrong with You?

I want You to stop asking Me what's wrong with Me

There's nothi...

You gotta think outside

the box in order to

figure out how to stuff

a couch inside a box.

I lost granny at the age of ten.

Thirty years fast-forward and

I lost granny again.

Where one left my life too soon,

the other made amends.

She lived to be eighty-five, and

though three years have passed,

I’m still frozen back at thirty...

We learned to ask for mercy
From our mothers before we
Understood that mercy meant mother.

We pray, Mother, and our mothers
Tell us to pray to our Father.

We forgive our Father for the storm,
We forgive our Father for the flood,
We forg...

Across five centuries, fate refuses to release its grip on NayNina, a woman of ancient Fairy lineage whose blood carries secrets powerful enough to reshape the supernatural world.

From the shadows of the 16th century to the modern age, NayNina ...

Somewhere Over The Rainbow
You will call out my name
You will raiseyour eyes to the hills
As the trails and tribulations blanket your inner soul
You will hear the faint echoes of ancient mummers
In that old French Creole dialect
Loudly in yo...

A taste of yearning for you runs so deep
Beautiful combined rainfalls, passion escalating higher than the snowcap mountain peaks
Mm…Psalms of your heart making me hunger unjustly for you
My sexy red panties slowly you peel off, gently fingeri...

Make tender love to me
As your manly hands
Scribble your beautiful credence of your heart’s poetry
Gently plow within the essence of my soul

Finger me with laden pleasure words cannot taste, my body can only feel
Render me breathless
Ope...

We live nine lives unda the gun

The 45 caliber conundrun

Put a pistol next to your temple

Blow away your preconcieved notions

With a pull of a trigger

Do black lives matter

Does black lives splatter

Brains stain cathedrals mad...

Tucked in the corner of a

crowded spoken word den,

her delivery lit my mind’s

wicking readiness,

casting the silhouette of a

new muse.

I was left inhaling the

capacity of her unseeable ink,

refilling my starved pen

with borrowed breat...

I Am a Child No Longer

I am a child no longer.

Simple joy eludes me.
Simple expression
becomes calculation,
for no one holds space
for adult emotion.

I am a child no longer.

My regulation
is willed by consequence,
for all actions...

Take me back to simpler times,
when life was mapped out,
when it became linear in scope.

One accomplishment,
paving the way to the next,
as if lined up like dominoes:
one falls,
the next follows,
until the full scope is revealed.

Take...

A thousand times, I mourn your absence, a recurring wound which stains every moment.

I mourn you alongside every achievement, the absence of your pride taking center stage.

I mourn you as thoughts of what could have been accompany my living....

In retrospect,

should have been a moment

I cherished,

held onto so deeply

that even death

could not pry it from me.

I should have clung to your embrace

a little longer,

stolen your scent,

archived your voice,

captured...

Time becomes a keeper of all decisions; it holds the consequences, like a collector hoarding treasure.

Time often wonders, I'd assume, why we never learn. For examples present themselves, along with choices given.

Yet the minds of men cling ...

To go is to see, Every step leads to new experiences, New adventures, And lessons to learn.

Every step ventured Is the accumulation of stories, Of tales which lead the mind to wonder, To be amazed, To be astonished, To be heartbroken at times...

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A song for all the Vibe Staffers and Management

Just A Touch Of Love by Slave

I have been laying on the sauce real thick, I think I upgraded from sauce to molasses. I was keeping things stick sticky. I barely got out of there, for all the damage I have caused I never thought to have anything like regrets. I was a part of th...

anything can be sung

you don't have to hear

the music to sing

our voice is an instrument

all weneed is a heartbeat

rhythm doesn't need permission

a melody doesn't need a name

a song is just a feeling

looking for a way out