EXPRESSION

How sweet you are to thee; as fresh as honey from a beehive to me;

and as pretty as a new born baby's smile, I see;

So jealous am I of your clothes cause they touch you more than I;

my affection for you is as radiant as the twinkle in your eyes;

When I am in your mist, your presence is as lovely as the summer bliss;

you are worth more than the wealth of materialism;

your wisdom is as precious as a men's freedom;

for the breath of your existence I shall not miss;

You are the counterpart that I have been searching for;

say yes, and commit to me;

for my true love will reflect on thee;

I wish to wait no more... to do so would engulf me with mourn;

tell me how much you care for me;

and proclaim to me that you will be there in time of need;

Let us add the venture to adventure, and surf the world that is meant for us;

the earth is like an oyster and you are the pearl;

so imperishable and desirable;

you are the force that makes my life twirl;

Written by: Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

Copyright 2008

THE ESSENTIALISM OF WOMEN

You were constructed from only a fragment of men's composition;

for this reason you are forever compatible to his constellation;

a replica of your mate, you are a representation of his simplest trait;

however you are still in all so great;

From the genesis of time you have been blessed with divinity;

a liken unto the source from which you came from;

you are the true mother nature of humanity;

Given the ability to assemble a nation with much continuity;

whether it be through intellectual, spiritual, or domestic,

men have held you in high esteem for centuries;

You have been referred to as the wise-dome of men;

the vessel that comforts his understanding;

and the manisfestation of his wisdom;

blessed be the virtuosity of your queen-dome

The one that amplifies the life line of men's twinkling eyes;

you will forever be assimilated within his social-equilateral spectrums

Blessed be the existence of your presence and the glorifiction of your essence

Written by: Ricky Mitchell

Mitche230@yahoo.com

Copyright 2006

CHILDREN OF THE FUTURE

Children of the future how cumbersome are your existence;

Erected in a strange world of diversity;

You were viewed by many as being a bundle of visual innocence;

Since your time progressed, your action is looked at as a reflection of your environment;

Struck with burdens that is far beyond your youthful comprehension;

You have become the object of bewilderment;

Birthed out of the horrors of neglect, physical and sexual abuse, Aids, Crack, and rampant, random community violence;

You endeavor to integrate yourself in such a way that matches your infrastructure;

Not knowing that the world that you reside believes in a higher level of lenience;

Law makers have bestowed on you a false realization of your democracy;

imposing a fragmented, chaotic and debilitating facet that breeds un-perfected hopes and hypocrisy;

lacking the intelligence of adequate emotional, educational, and economical preservation;

Guardians are sucked into a games of Russian-Roulette in order to save your virtue;

Parental controls are thus infringed by the dominance of family's in need of supervision;

placed into a system that is euphemized as the modern- day orphanage you are secluded from your loved ones;

You are now left to make self-thoughtful decisions that impact the morality of your mental and spiritual compositions;
Now surrounded by peers who have similar if not appalling instances;

Society has branded you as being irredeemable ungovernable and habitually disobedient;

Discombobulated reactions gradually impregnates your performance;

Adding on to the inquisitive and impromptu decision-making that was habitual;

You are now viewed by many as being criminals

Written by Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

Copyright 2007

MY AFRICAN QUEEN

My African Queen

Just like the sun lights up the Earth, you ignite my life with all its worth;

You are the only one I have ever seen with a smile so bright;

Just the other day you came around and eradicated the night;

you have changed my ways with your awesome astonishing beauty;

Sometimes i believe you can even see right through me;

Hypnotized by your spell i see no ordinary thing;

A supernatural being, you are brighter than the moon, brighter than the stars;

You can even be seeing from afar;

i adore you just the way you are;

My African Queen

Molded by the liquefied elements of the river Nile you were perfected;

From the soil of Egypt you erected;

Carved from the bone-fide structure of hue-man;

God has created you to be the back bone of my template;

with skin of ceramic delicacy;

I am forced to fix my eyes upon your artistic accuracy;

the temple minus the veil, you have always triumphed and prevailed;

As i march for freedom you stood by me and shed your tears;

you comforted my fear and soothed my pain;

You prayed for me when i felt all has failed;

Never will i segregate myself from your universal care;

My African Queen

The lady of my dream, you have taken me where i have never been;

you make my heart beat the sounds of Zionistic rhythms;

Out of a million, you stand as one, the out standing one;

When I look into your eyes; all i see is paradise;

My faith and my soul you will always magnetize;

Each and every day I thank the lord for your presence;

For you are the light of my tomorrow;

And the joyful wonders of my essence;

With all the constant sacrifices of time;

You have showed me the true meaning of life;

Blessed be unto you; the gory of my lifeline

My African Queen

Written by Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

Copyright2006

FORGIVENESS 4 GOODNESS

As days goes by.... thoughts of you ruptures through my mind;

Volcanic eruptions of a single word, "Forgiveness", splashes alphabetically... so desperately trying to find;

A course in time that links you and I back together again; holding each other and feeling the warmth of our love;

As I reminisce about those laughter's and memorable chapters of our lives;

Hugs and kisses electrifying our bodies; bringing us into a trans-dermal state that only defines romance;

I am engulfed with all types of emotions; my body stretches out for your compassion and devotion;

Thinking of the times we spent together makes me smile; cherishing the moments we had, tears of unforgettable times sheens my eyes;

Now I am left with only thoughts of missing and needing you;

No one ever said that love is easy, and then again our internal hearts were never built to appear smooth, unblemished, and sexy;

mistakes we learn from; experience we grow from; and the extent of time heals all wounds;

I know that you will never forget the wrongs that I have done; but I asked that you give me another chance to make things right;

I never meant to take you for granted;

The periods we spent together were so real and enchanted;

To lose them... I would have to put up a fight;

And even then I would endure with all my might;

I wish I could have represented you better;

As a friend, a lover, a companion, a benefactor, and et cetera;

I want to give you my all;

For consolidation your arms I need in order to keep away the loneliness;

when i think back on the times I have looked into your eyes;

I begin to realize how much I need you in my life;

Never have I felt this way about loving; never have I felt so good and assuring;

Each day that I spend without you takes my breath and starts a burning in my chest;

I feel so weak, discombobulated, and incompetent when I think of you;

Life wouldn't mean a thing just emptiness if I have to live without you;

Although action speaks louder than words; I ask that you accept these expressions and forgive me for goodness;

until I am able to reach you physically remember that I love you more than words,

And in due time through your acceptance I will animate these words with every inkling of my mind soul and body

Written by Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

Copyright 2009

BLACK CHILD

The present black child;

lost in the moment that adds to tomorrow;

Focuses on the ghetto delight that is circumstantial;

Shackled down by the superiority complex that defines you as a minnow;

Still you endeavor to withstand the longevity of time;

Succumbing to the fixation of musical icons;

fascinated by the pseudo-intellectualism that represents self;

You glorify the street life while seeking love and redemption;

Believing that through guns blasting, sexual promiscuities, and high price fashion;

Your fabricated beauty will set you free;

The ghetto warfare puts you in a state that is so unclear;

Brave hearts in despair, gang banging, drive by shootings are the day to day reality that flares;

Permeating through the hoods;

Crips, Bloods, and Latin-Kings where created to over ride oppression and destruction;

But the congregations has been viewed as the parasite of your nation;

Seek your eternal dreams; the ones that keeps you in tune to what is real;

Never lose hope of the goal that shines and gleams;

Your elders of past times have set you free;

Remember their means;

They will emancipate you from contorted ideological themes;

Ancient times lost in line;

Ghetto child stand firm on the truth that will keep you in pursuit;

Arrest the hands that tics and tocs;

For every motion that it makes will signify your faith;

And notice that the sky no longer has its limits;

It has been revealed through men's the technological gimmicks

Written by: Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

Copyright 2007

MY TROPICAL HORIZON

As i look unto the heavens and hope for its splendor to unleash its self onto my crown/Godly presence. I think of you;

My Tropical Horizon;

Years have passed and still i sit and watch the seasons change: winter, spring, summer, and fall; but still the theme remains;

My Tropical Horizon

Extended from the Northern hemisphere to the vernal equinox; the change of the weather doesn't seem to interfere with the solistic attributes of your multicolored pigmentation; for this reason you are a combination of the four seasons;

Color so clear filled with glare, you are the heaven i swear;

upon horizon the tropical high zone,

all i can think of is you as time spare;

Complexion mistaken for caramel, but through my eyes you are far more then what the naked eyes can tell; tall and slender within a vertical structure; your hair so elongated and spiral with radiance in spell;when touched by my fingertips my soul ignites with bliss;

ooooohhhhhh

I am hypnotized by the aroma of your very smell;

How can i forget your luscious voluptuous lips; so solft and wide; stretching from each tender facial side; only to bring for the manifestation of pearls of joy,

Let me not negate to mention those glorious hips that mold the movers and shakers of civilization;

Pondering in every way as the ancient of times is projected throughout every generation;

like the coils in a tornado that keeps the propensity of its mobility; you are the back bone of time; the history of mankind; and the reality and existence of what is divine

My Tropical Horizon

As your circle is clouded with whirlwinds of emotions; remember that while some are lacking the endurance, you clothe yourself from the droplets of rain,

and are still able to direct the courses of chain;

The gift to produce, cast and shape enables you to bring forth what is great;

Sunny rays; rainbow skies; birds flying and singing sweet lullabies;

truly you are Gods blessing to those who come across you; but for those who tries to destroy you will only achieve the rapture of despair

The mother of this planet called earth;

so proud you are to be for all that's worth;

Happy I am to be because you are my tropical beam;

Thank you for all that you have done for me;

My love, peace, and prosperity has been redeemed

Written by: Ricky Mitchell
Mitche230@yahoo.com

Copyright2008

THE MAN IN THE MIRROR

A man born into a world filled with inequality;

raised into a family of nine who were driven by the same agility;

with one agenda which was to become wealthy, financially;

he was able to arrest his preconceived dreams;

but unconsciously he sacrificed his youthful means;

Faced with a physiological complex that was exposed to him by his own;

he amended his pain through various surgical instruments and additives;

through years of commercialized exposure, he transformed himself into what he was told

to be the greatest of all beings

still without contentment, he devised a place where he would regain what he never had:

a childhood; however through scandals and painkilling agony his desperation was shattered and obliterated;

the boy that would never grow old was now struck with adulthood and a home that became a thriller in disguise and a nightmare in time;

As moments progressed he became more and more depressed;

however through his vocalistic sensational talent;

he was able to set his mind free through each melody;

music became his ventilation; dancing was his invigorating expression;

lost in it all, his spirit was embodied with poetic electrifying earthmoving inspiration;

Touching the hearts and soul of billions all over the world; he was like the axel of many;

the hummingbird of plenty; and the salvation of all those who accepted him as their

remedy;

with all his external glory he was still without his truthful joy;

a person who kept to himself, no one knew his happiness nor his pain;

feeling out of place but yet intertwined into a world that he knew not;

he physically altered his appearance in order to be one with a world he was forced into knowing;

At the age of fifty he is now a posthumous entity; known for his choreographical performance and his self mutilation;

what has become of his history; leaving behind three children and eight siblings he was the number seven; the leading singer, and the first to reach his death; why is it that the colour of his skin and the structure of his physique was so important then his performance and his contribution to this world;

As a man seek what he always wanted, a childhood;

but instead he is left knowing the confusion and pathology of what he hated the most,

hypocrisy.

Written by: Ricky Mitchell

Mitche230@yahoo.com

In Remembrance of Michael Jackson

Copyright2009