Mr_Lmn

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The Mystic's Cauldron

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Hello and blessings, how may I help you? I'm seeking a potion, is that something you do? Yes my son, I know you seek TRUTH and there's one more thing that I must share with you. Give me just a moment or maybe even two. Ah ha, this recipe should work swift and soon. A 1/2 cup of rosewater for tranquility. 1 teaspoon of mint to soothe you mentally. 1 teaspoon of sage to ward off bad illusions. A sprinkle of basil to avoid bad misfortune. A tablespoon of sugar to help digest. And a tablespoon of ginger to speed up the process. Here is the vial, it's only a trial. One drop a day, for one hour you must wait. Recite these words, then immediately you must partake. "Truth now come to me. All to me the truth will tell. No lies I shall perceive. Let the truth come to me. Such is my plea. So mote it be." But there's one more thing that you must believe. The truth sometimes cuts deep and the potion may not agree. Once the truth is revealed, you cannot escape the truth's reality.

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Mr_Lmn

Here we go again...

Skin as black and grisly as a widow's rose
Hair dreaded up or sometimes even corn rolled
An humble smile telling a tale of twisted foes
Atlanta swag telling a truth that they'll never know
Beautiful scars painted around your nose
Thug passion got me losing control
Turning little birdies into big crows
Flippin and dippin these strawberries like a gourmet pro
Cross young sweet and the clique hops out commencing the woes

Clockwise

Tell Blue he can join in too. While the lights are low the room has a pink hue. Pass me the matches, I'll light a candle. Now put it in rotation, please no cameras.

Southern Crying Maples

In Summer, the sun wrings the trees. Silver water droplets fall off the leaves.

My Sista

She waves and sways. Hips for days. She's becoming a woman. Entering a new phase. All the guys want her. She wants no donor. She's classy and independent. Gotta let their mind wonder. She's dating now, I can only imagine, getting a call at 3am, Lyric, something has happened. I love my sista and I bet she knows it. I would do anything for her. I would even cold him. Everything is all good living in the hood. But how many young women are keeping themselves as they should. My sista is black. My sista is beautiful. My sista is strong. My sista is the definition of fruitful.

A Poet's Vibe

If I could convey this emotion I'd say, it would most definitely take all day. This passion swelling deep within me, has me hot as the summers eve. I'm overcome with emotion, I'm drunk off of your love potion. Let's vibe like a love song. No fears, our insecurities are gone. I've given you the master key, should you choose to unlock my destiny. Never ever leave me or else I'd be found lost in agony. This time it's tight and it's right. I'm making love to Poetry tonight.

The Woodpecker

The hard working woodpecker is busy today. Knocking at the tree's trunk wanting for a room to stay.