MY ONLY AFRO-DISIAC

Its funny how, nowadays, people always seem to break up;

Falling in and out of love… with very little intentions to make up;

I give you these words to let you know that I will never let you go;

For if I make a mistake or two… Just assure yourself that it is only a hiccup;

You are my buttercups and my divine Lillie… and I will never go willy nilly;

Being with you will always be like the Earth in need of the Sun and Moon;

A life line that will forever keep me in tune; I wish to have you as my bride and I the groom;

…MY ONLY AFRO-DISIAC…

Being by your side, giving you the best of support, will never weaken by strength;

Because you will always replenish my plasma with the best of your care;

Even though I know that sometimes you will drive me crazy; I will humble myself and chauffeur you like Ms. Daisy;

…MY ONLY AFRO-DISIAC…

You have been the only one that has been down with me through all my bewildered times; I remembered when I could not sleep, and you was just an ether line away to console my defeat;

Your words alone helped me to be at ease, and without a doubt in mind… I felt complete;

I therefore slept like a baby and dreamt of when we shall meet;

…MY ONLY AFRO-DISIAC…

My friends say that I am wasting my time with you,

But I say they only say this because they cannot find a love that is so true,

There is nowhere else I would rather be but within your arms,

While at work I would text you pleasurable messages that will brighten your day and bring you charms;

For this reason I will let the whole world know how I feel;

And in time… all those disbelieving thoughts will heal;

…MY ONLY AFRO-DISIAC…

You’re the only one for me; the only sex that I will ever need;

No one else will make me feel… the way you make me feel;

Through my actions I will show you that this is the real deal;

However, forgive me if my sexual tensions are too intense;

Just let me know and I will slowly and gently caress your extremities with perfect tense;

I sometimes do not recognize my own strength; it is the energy in motion that will every now and then be in need of repentance;

Nonetheless, I ask that you bear in mind that your God given sensual…, breath taking…, curvaceous…, and voluptuous composition will weaken by earthly flesh;

Causing me to fall short of my cosmo-genetic, intellectual, and God given right to stand firm on my square and hold fast to my synchromesh;

As you know the attributes that I speak of… men will cling on to you only for sexual gratification;

But you will never have to worry about such attacks because I will be your shield, your knight in arms, and your forever wholesome satisfaction;

For you are…

…MY ONLY AFRO-DISIAC…

 

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell

www.mitche230@yahoo.com

www.floetry4souletry.blogspot.com

Copyright 2011

THE TOUCH

It was a cold winter and rainy day;

Outside I saw the glistering droplets of rain splashing away;

Darkness covered the atmosphere; but the rays of the street lights made everything seem so clear;

Inside were you and I reminiscing about good old times; yeeaahhh..., hot chocolate while watching the moon light shine;

Our attention towards each other radiated the room and brought such a delight that sparked an arousing thought in mind;

I TOUCH YOUR BODY..... YOU TOUCH MINE

Standing by the window, I gently covered you with my arms and slowly undressed you with each finger tips and palms;

Sensuously.., I began to relax you with various embracing touches...; sweet liquor rushes flowing through our veins as we kept calm...

Like a teacher teaching a pupil, you then took my hand and guided them into places that felt so warm and assuring;

Feeling provoked and engulfed in flames I set in motion to cover every inch of your body with tender pecking butterfly kisses...; ooohhhhh babe...you are more than just the Mrs...

Concentrating on the less open areas of your body; in search of that tangible pulse that would particularly respond to my tongue, I lubricated the back of your neck; the circular voluptuous curves of your breast; the soft skin of your inner thighs; the back of your knees, and not to mention the most explosive part of your body--that juicy liquefied, moist, soft, and temperature throbbing strawberry;

I TOUCH YOUR BODY... YOU TOUCH MINE

Now excited by the sounds as we moan and groan we took to the floor; dangling your breast over my body you asked me if I wanted more;

As you placed yourself on top of me.... I felt your control for sure;

Thus to have them slightly skim the surface of my skin you proceed to tease;

Overwhelmed by the sensation of your impulsive and electrifying stimulation, I begged you not to freeze

Deliberately, but yet so slowly you started to maneuver over me;

With long catlike licks, from my forehead down to my hips, you playfully rubbed your lips along the corners and texture of my phallusss;

I TOUCH YOUR BODY... YOU TOUCH MINE

Such a cozy night set aside for a slow seduction that felt so right....; light dim but not too grim;

Just enough to see the contour of your curvaceous limbs;

Seeing your body so glossy and wet with precipitation; feeling your volcanic body against mine made me feel like the weather was playing tricks on me, and you were my summer rain;

The thought captured the reptilian side of my brain; rrroarrrrr.. I am feeling soo insaneee....

As our feelings got more and more mutual; the tempo and pressure of our body increased; through each stroke I caress your clit-or-us.... My sweet Isis can you feel the highness... call me Highness or better yet Osiris...My Empress...

As you caress my manly steel- stimulating the head with rhythmic movements; I placed my fingers into the core of your vaginal entrance..., right between your labia---informally known as your sexual clarence;

Oooooohhhh baby..... I can feel the riveting motion of your body as it twitches from side to side....;

Submerged in the heat of passion, a night filled with romance and seduction emerged;

The touch of our body connected together as we add the venture--off into the manifestation of our fantasy;

While undressed in only our birthday suit with nothing to hide-- I can feel the chemistry;

I TOUCH YOUR BODY... YOU TOUCH MINE; SO SWEET THE MELODY

As the room began to spin and the heat/ temperature excel to a hundred times us... I thought I was losing my touch;

But the foreplay that brought the initial order brought me back together; now it’s time to scream bloody murder..

Your body being so tight, it manifested itself in such a world of imaginable and pleasurable disorder… we clamped onto each other so as to brighten the order;

I cannot wait to see and feel the intense passion of our position and performance;

The thought alone leads me into suspense, but i know that the action will be much more exhilarating and intense

My sweet seductive teacher----Tell me what’s next....As I touch your body and you touch mine...

Written By: Ricky Omar Mitchell
mitche230@yahoo.com

http://www.floetry4souletry.blogspot.com/

Copyright 2010.

BUTTERFLY KISSES

As he closes his eyes and puckered his lips… he felt you;

Searching high and low from the heavens to below … he flew only to be with you;

Thinking of ways how to get through to you; he flipped his wings from side to side; if only you knew

From East, West, North, and South he traveled worldwide;

Corner to corner he learned the avenues of your tide;

Surfing the platform of your lips he glides, with every lubricated outcome he gently takes his time;

With passion flowing so freely he dreamt of your lips touching his so vividly;

The texture of your lips feeling so exquisite: Soft, tender, plumpish, and curvaceous;

Even the lining between them reminds him of the equator that splits the heavens and earth so gracious;

One or two tongue stroke unlocks the mystery in you that he yearns to hold on to;

As you open your mouth the energy from your orifice ignites his soul;

Making him weak in his knees he begins to fold;

Lost for words he could not even speak… butter kissed; sweet bliss;

He saw his entire life flash before his clothed eyes…you he never missed;

His life nerve ending spark colors of rainbows… filled with beauty all he could think of was you…Pleasurable mist;

Feeling the compassion of affection that presses so jointly in line;

Butterfly kisses; yours and his will forever intertwine;

As you practice the perfect pout and highlight your lips so as to show them out

With lip balm and glossy prestigious products they automatically put out a shout;

It is said that you come in various forms: to name a few he can only think of you in his eyes and arms:

Seductive lips, wild lips, cherry lips, burning lips, and the curving ones that seem forever so hip;

It starts with you….

BUTTERFLY KISS…..TRULY YOU ARE LIKE SPRING BLISS

Written By: Ricky Omar Mitchell

www.mitche230@yahoo.com

www.floetry4souletry.blogspot.com

Copyright 2010

PERFORMANCE

 Skin to skin connection body to body concentration; so sweet the penetration;
Exquisitely responsive to a variety of textures and temperatures;
Your body reacts to his dazzling erection;
You close your eyes and fantasize as he pours drizzle warm honey and cold wine on your body;
As he caresses you with satin rough brushes, smooth rubbers, and soft tingling feathers;
With each touch your body increases as your nerve-endings weakens; you allow him to enjoy all your senses which causes you to explode with excitement and exhilarating orgasmic blisses;
Exulted by his zealous performance you utter with passion.. how much you adore the smell of the aroma around his genital;

He in return expresses to you that the strawberry taste of the lips of your vagina are as satiating as the zestfulness of a margarita with a cup of tequila;
Sweet sixty-nine- using your saliva you begin to lubricate his phallus; sucking licking, and rhythmically pumping it with each stroke of your orifice;
Paying special attention to your clitoris he initiates long tongue strokes from your vagina to the marginal sector that divides your assets;
Gently he continues- nuzzling your lips and sometimes piercing your insides with his tongue;
Feeling dominant you climbed on top of him, pinning him down, you began to take control;
Every breath taking stroke, the feeling has you sprung;
Facing away with your back towards him, you began to regulate the depths of his thrust;
As the performance increases your position changes; with your hips lifted and your assets connected to the lower part of his thighs; he enters you;
Supporting your hips with his hands he penetrates you;
Every motion; every movement stimulates the core of your walls and touches the surface of your G-Spot....oooohhhhhhh...he began to hit the spot;
Swollen and tender your vagina drips with liquefied slippery and glossy cream;
Your body begins to shake as your legs tremble.. weakly with every thrust that he makes;
All tensions has now been released from your anatomy;
Feeling appreciated, loved, and satisfied
You began to kiss his nipples and caress his skin gently;
While cuddling he tells you this is only the beginning;
Now its time for the romancing.



Written By: Ricky Omar Mitchell



www.mitche230@yahoo.com



http://www.floetry4souletry.blogspot.com/
Copyright 2010

BE LI EVE

Bless those who are still breathing;

As you see your vision through black crimes while brothers in packs crying;

It seems like everybody is dying;

Too drugged up to ask why, the explanation of genocide is when we exterminate our own kind;

Watching our down falls; witnessing the end;

It’s like we don’t even believe in God because we living in sins;

Nobody mourns no more;

Not even the dead receive the comfort of any grievers, for sure;

Is it the miniature caskets with babies; victims of stray bullets; drug dealers’ gone crazy?

That makes our souls become savage like wild raccoons with rabies;

What is it that we all feel, as we look into our reflection in the mirror?

We cannot escape faith because it keeps getting nearer;

You cannot close your eyes because all you see is terror;

The hatred of a man in the mirror because of his image makes the pain turn realer;

Is this the manifestation of our reality that we bread as our own creator?

You started out as a beginner, entering the criminal minded mainstream you are now a sinner;

As you fall on your knees and beg for mercy not known whether or not you are worthy;

The weed and patron cannot comfort your pain;

Stressed with the thought of living just to die, where is the fame?

Tears fall like droplets of rain; still we search for frames;

Murder; Murder; look it’s Mr. Lucifer,

No it’s a picture of the devil while he shoots at you;

It’s all political as he tells you no need to get spiritual;

So you continue to be the product of his conniving rituals;

BE LI EVE

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell

mmailto:mitche230@yahoo.com
http://www.floetry4souletry.blogspot.com/

Copyright 2010

POETRY- MY LOVE

You are the source of love that governs life;

With you I am continually energized with the force of the unique verse which keeps my strife;

Every day I thank the lord for your attachment to me and your persistent beauty;

A romantic and breath taking connection, with your excellence I am in synch with my serenity;

Sometimes I can feel your pain… even when you are a thousand miles away;

I remember those days when loneliness stared you in your face as we lay;

Tears running down your cheeks from emotions that seemed so unclear and murky;

Relaxing your mind I remind you of the joyful days that await our future family;

Knowing that I have so much to show you; Baby allow me to fulfill your fantasy;

POETRY-MY LOVE

My dream lady I often find laughter in your comical, cheerful, charismatic social spheres;

Even when we fight and disagree only to agree I still find splendor in your every gestures and tantrums which shows that you care and the love is still there;

Thus as I wipe those liquefied pearls from your silky facial skin and bless you with kisses from my sugary lips;

So warm and tender you are so ecstatic in your emotional bliss;

You are the one who keeps me calm through the storms that I often fail to miss;

I will always need you in my arms to hold; as you are by my side while lighten thunders and roles;

We will forever flow as dust and dawn unfolds; and the wind beneath our angelic wings soars;

POETRY- MY LOVE

With so much compassion I know that you prefer my presence than Hollywood;

For you are the more than just the center of a single thought that could;

You are poetry; my loving soul-mate that will always glitter like gold;

Nothing can take me away from you;

For you are the one that takes away my sorrows when I am blue;

Whenever I am with you I feel so brand new

I love you boo;

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

http://www.floetry4souletry.blogspot.com/

Copyright 2010

ALWAYS AND FOREVER

For you I will hold on to the moon just to see your face in its bloom;

You and I will be forever; for better or worse we will soar the heavens together;
A fool I would be to find true love and let it go; it is you and I for which you already know;

Having shown that you love me unconditionally; through whatever you will stay by my side compassionately and devotedly;

You are the one I trust with all my secrets and all my inner beings;

No other will be able to take your place as being my loving queen;

Sacrifice my love; my life; for you to love, I will hold on tight;

No matter what comes my way, I will do whatever it takes to make things right;

Before you I was empty and hollow like a withering cave;

Falling into a state of distress which made me sad, I lost my brave;

But when you came along you lift me off the ground and took away my frown;

You rescued me from all the pain I felt before I met you;

Dried my eyes and made me smile again you helped me get through;

Now I feel like I am flying above the clouds;

So high as we rise with nothing to hold us down we glide above the crowds;

Baby you make me weak as you control my chemistry;

So weak in my knees that I feel as though I am hovering so vividly;

Every hour and day I love how you take my breath away;

So hypnotized by your touch when you hold me, your arms are like angelic wings clothing me as I pray;

So extraordinary and more than special when we are together I feel so complete;

My heart races for you as I am caught up in the love that is so neat;

So safe and secure I am, knowing that I am with you I feel so great;

Let us lay together forever in this loveseat, for you are my mate.

THANK YOU!! MUAH!!

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

http://www.floetry4souletry.blogspot.com/

Copyright 2010

SWEET SEDUCTION

Sprung from an introduction;

As he converse to you through seduction;

He sees you blushing, knowing you wanted something;

Come and get a taste of the Jamaican most wanted love potion;

Rum and Champagne plus erotic touching and fucking;

No intention of busing until you learn your lesson... straight loving;

 you begin to get so wet as you think of him; sex lubrication taunts your interest;

Every time you need it, you send him a text;

Filled with lots of jewels you are his nest;

As you both proceed to begin to undress;

Between your legs he feels how you are so blessed;

Circular motion with your tongue, sweet felatio; mixed with French kisses..Oooo, just say yes;

As he thinks about you, feeling your breast;

Curvaceous caress; your body starts to sweat;

Playing in your hair; massaging your flesh;

The room illuminates with candle lights; bed covered with a mesh;

Sensational aroma; intertwined bodies submerged in pulsated precipitated water;

He calls you mama; you call him papa;

Sexual pleasure... tonight he wishes for you to be his baby mother;

Yearning for you to be his property and him your owner;

Sparked by your tunnel of love; he becomes your lover.

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

http://www.floetry4souletry.blogspot.com/

Copyright 2010

MY BABYCAKES

A woman so qualified to bring me joy;

I see you as the jewel of my Nile;

An African Queen... you are so incline to bring my child;

Knowing this I am sure that your fruit will never spoil;

MY BABYCAKES

When I wake up early in the morning and look in the mirror;

I see your reflection so bright and pure;

You make me feel like an invincible pharaoh... this I am sure;

It is funny how something so simple can make a person change;

When I am around you it is such a wonderful feeling, a feeling that is hard to rearrange;

MY BABYCAKES

You are the wind beneath my wings; you make the angels sing;

Sweet hymns of romantic and holistic rhythms of simplicity;

Touching my heart with motions of harmony;

Mesmerized by your loyalty and agility,

Sometimes I would stop to stare at you and pinch myself to see if life is true;

MY BABYCAKES

There was a time when I could not find a perfect love and a peace of mind;

I never thought that love would make me feel this way;

But with your passion each and every time I pray,

To carry me on my way or help me through my day;

You are the comfort to my soul, and the fraction of my whole;

With you I am complete; with you I have no regrets;

never will I forget how easy love begets

Easy to love/ hard to forget

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

http://www.floetry4souletry.blogspot.com/

Copyright 2010

THE BAD MINDED

Rumors of wars express the envious minds of those who despise;

Situated in their conrners contemplating on ways to bring you under in demise;

While whispering amongst themselves words of conspiracy, but yet they are so contrary;

They manufacture their spears by sharpening their tongues with malice intentions of treachery;

Seeing all their dirty ways are like disasters, crabs in a basket, they endeavor to capture your cosmic powers;

THE BAD MINDED

Heartless killers of motivations they scrutinize your wealth with bloodguilt eyes;

Waiting for you to fall so that they may devour your existence like carnivorous crows they spy;

So patriotic in their ways they are branded with the auras of menace;

Guilty of jealousy the devils eternal fire subdues their anatomy with no repentance;

THE BAD MINDED

No sadness... No apologetic madness;

What will become of your foes who are filled with vengeance of selfishness;

Tomorrow will not be the same day; make due while the sun shines its ray;

Yesterday has past and gone, as today is what we know as being our blessed way;

He who dwells on earthly possession shall surely lose his position;

Good will overcome while evil bows down to righteous sons;

David slew Goliath with a sling and a stone; while Samson conquered the phillistines with a donkey's jawbone;

As you aspire to exceed the stratosphere of the heavens;

In hope for a better tomorrow, with G-d's grace you will circumvent many heathens;

As a being of righteous bliss you were always told never to fear the bad minded;

Hold fast and think about the beauty of G-d's glory for which you are continually reminded;

Always remember the (BIBLE, QUR'AN, TORAH, etc.) BASIC INSTRUCTION BEFORE LEAVING EARTH;

PSALM 23, for instance, will continue to shield your earthly birth.

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

http://www.floetry4souletry.blogspot.com/

Copyright 2010

DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL I.A.M

Pearls of joy, you must learn that this world is yours to take;

Although it is filled with shady people, understand that your passion will not break;

Remember that the color of your skin will never make you less of a lady;
The lessons that you will be blessed with will assist you in becoming more than just a baby;

No need to grade yourself because I will teach you better;

Life is not all about glitter, diamonds, and leather;

However, in time you will be furnished with all the best of its glamour;

Nonetheless, materialism will never govern your sanctified cosmic structure, because you will be forever greater;

Hold up your head, swallow your pride, and never allow the earthly obstacles to haunt you as the devil strives to taunt your glide;

Over stand that you will not fail with G-d's grace you will prevail;

Take the teachings of daddy's days for yourself, so that you will never grow too fast into becoming a pray;

Lies and deceits of men will crave your intellectual anatomical beauty, thus rise high and never let yourself stray;

Be careful in the heat with cold feet and keep your head steady;

My imagery is somewhat like G-d's chemistry; blasphemy through me you will know proudly;

With the strenght of your covenant with the lord you will lay and stay;

His angles will guide and protect you as you humble yourself with prayer;

Clothed by his cloak you will be through all your stormy weathers, which will enable you to be forever so clever;

Near him you will be protected as you continue to grow;

Through my experiences most of your wonders will flow;

Earthly love is built on deceptions, but through daddy's acknowledgement you will see it all through your naked eyes; therefore you will recognize the falsehood of men and the pretenses of his plan;

Continue to love G-d and allow him to create foot prints ahead of your own;

For as you walk you will cover his with yours as you become strong and grown;

In my demise darling don't cry, always bear in mind that I live through you;

It is you and I against the world boo;

Though you may not understand me now; in due time I will break it down;

Just remember that you will always be daddy's little girl with a crown;

DADDY LOVES YOU!!!

For: (I)mani (A)bigail (M)itchell

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

http://www.floetry4souletry.blogspot.com/

Copyright 2010

WE WERE ARE SOLDIERS

When we were soldiers;

Only time would tell whether we live or die;

A family in uniform we were like brothers and sisters in arms;

Putting aside our differences, we shared the same values;

Loyalty, duty, respect, selfless service, honor, integrity, and personal courage;

Leaders of today and tomorrow we ventured through the darkest voyage;

If you came into our world you would see that we were more than thugs;

Men in arms we trained and fought with our hearts filled with love,

While standing firm as lethal worriers;

As we leave our families behind, still in thoughts, they were our armor of defense,

And our shields in the battlefield;

Protecting our tender most precious organs; we clung unto them until our wounds healed;

While bullets flew across our naked eyes; we took refuge in their spiritual arms,

As we returned fire in order to maintain our lives;

Looking over our shoulders, the only thing worth dying for, we saw that we were never alone;

When all of our muscular strength and endurance were gone;

We carried each other until we were well and strong;

Through various communicational avenues our souls endeavored to release our secluded pains;

In contrast we felt the energies of your psycho-kinetic crystal tears;

Knowing that you would fight with us until the very end;

You stood fast on your square and never bend;

Keeping the flames alive because of you;

We continue to fight; for all that we do;

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell

Mitche230@yahoo.com

Copyright 2010

THUG' S CRY

Born in rage as a child…. and granted first to be a “G”;

A don at an unknown age they were taught who they should be;

Faced with the demons of hearing victims creaming;

Guess they were evil from birth, products of cursed semens;

Hate it or love it the thug in them thrived on misery;

Left alone they grew up amongst the dying bread;

Street fames bringing paranoia to the minds of the negative lives;

Ghetto children poisoned by the warfare, an eye for an eye;

Will there ever be a heaven for the rebels without a cause,

They lye resting in the cemetery, souls deleted they cry;

Hell bound they are struck with mirrors of their own demons;

As their neighbors try to quote scriptures; the innocents are buried in ditches;

Tired of being held down; temperatures rising, gunshots firing,

They pray to live another day with a frown;

Baptized in the hell fire of the devils desire

They wonder why their hearts were broken as a child, with only inverted crosses to admire,

No trust in the laws of men; they say fuck the world because they were cursed with a plan;

Having vision of leaving their foundation in a hearse they bow down to only one man;

Praying to God to open the paradise of heaven;

And to forgive them for their sins;

They cry; Thug til they die

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell

Mitche230@yahoo.com

Copyright 2010

THE WAR OF REVELATION

As you wonder about life coming from the ghettos;

You see junkies and rock-head dwellers;

Survival of the fittest every day is a trail;

Youngsters growing up so innocent and fragile;

After submitting to the oath and the constitution with a crowd;

You would think you were a part of the unified nation feeling so proud;

But sometimes you are confronted with racism and the heirarchial chain of classism;

Blacklisted and placated with sarcasms and cynicalism, your feels became foreign;

The darker you are the bigger the problems;

Placed into the revelation of the biblical scriptures as soldiers reaching for the stars;

You noticed Asia, Africa, Europe, France, Japan, Pakistan, America, and Afghanistan;

All fill with vengeance, hatred, and resentment for their fellow men;

Protestants, Jews, Blacks, Arabs call the truce! World Peace... Stop the killing;

Machine guns, bombs, and tanks we are becoming endangered species;

Harmful to ourselves we are the products of our own absences shattered in pieces;

Since the beginning of time we have been in arms fighting;

losing lives while the Pentagon keeps rising;

We must remember that we are God's children;

The earth was never made to be ruled by one race;

To all colors and creeds that's who it belongs;

We crave lands, mansions, glitters, and golds;

Diamonds in Africa and oil under our control;

The world's natural resources and all its residuals;

But comes then the foes... We have to guard them with missiles;

Now we have become the most wanted;

Who will come and save us form our self-destructive vesssels?

Written by: Ricky Omar Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

Copyright 2010

THE EXISTENCE

Can you recall when the earth was your couch and the heavens your canopy;

beneath your feet rivers ran steep into streams of crystal like hormany;

From a picturesque height a beautiful landscape circumvents your anatomy;

The world of the sole creator expressed his covenant to those who he considered greater;

Higher than we, you were recon to be their elevator;

A single atom to them, you were endowed with emotions;

An overstanding of the inner and outer portion of the highest and lowest devotion;

The power of will and choosing became the attribute of your composition;

The ability to have mastery over your fortune and nature;

A liken to your own architect, we were the greater power of our initial intellect;

Having the privilege to be a vicegerent, we were blessed with the acts of pure fulfillment;

The Lord and owner of our own face, we became the reflection of grace;

Not understanding the reason for our existence, we were classified by our holistic pairs as being misfits;

filled with preconceived mischief;

Miseducated about the meaning of our being, they accepted our birth with every inkling faith;

with the trust of their hearts, all that they knew were good;

Thus they acceded and bowed down their angelic wings to fate.

written by Ricky Omar Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

Copyright 2010

THE AFFECTION OF WORDS

A single word blossom into a unified thought;

The main body that governs our physiology and put into motion our cosmotology;

Everyday that flickers by we are blessed with these sounds;

Vibrations of electrified units that transcends through our anatomy;

And seeps through each and every molecular entity;

So affected we are by these instrumental morphemic connections;

But yet so discombobulated at times because of the tempo of there intentions;

Visualize with me as we take a trip with words of affection;

The death of a person brings forth compliments and colourful roses that were never mentioned or given during existence;

Leaving the spirit to only feel the compassion of our heartful sentiments;

But not being able to exhibit the warmthful affection in return;

Thus our energies are left with mixed emotions of clarity;

"Sticks and stones can brake my bones, but words will never hurt me"

A phrase that conjures a breath of dejection from multiple verbal attacks and blasphemy;

Barricades that are meant to protect the torn down feelings of the sufferer;

Or a facade to conceal the twisted emotions that runs deep through our vains;

We utter these words not understanding how much of an impact they will have to the latter;

Pain and unwanting agony spoils our pride and loving dignity;

Now we are left without a bridge to cross back on;

And a soul that yearns for companionship but feels so empty;

The consolidation of the heart so ripped apart;

Such language has become judgemental as we begin to see ourselves as failures and disfigured temples;

Take this scenario for example;

A pilot leaves his beloved for a journey that he had to embark;

As days and weeks turns into months he prays for his love not to be lost;

Through correspondence he engaged in small playful romantic conversation with his confidant;

One day he received a message that he thought was from his entrusted;

Continuing with his pranks he later found out that it was actually his beloved;

Lost for words he fumbled words of forgiveness; however with out remorse his beloved was livid;

Displeased and disappointed she obliterated the relationship;

As the months proceeded he earnestly tried to reconcile their differences;

Through love his beloved returned; however with an antagonized heart that still burns;

While trying to rekindle the flames; the pilot had to leave again;

On another journey he begins to feel lonely;

Trying to connect with his mate through correspondence failed without reason, unknownly;

Hurt by the ambiguity, and to even the odds he decided to send her a message vigorously;

 the message stated that he wished her dead;

As years passed, sorrowfully he realized his wrongful deed,
He attempted to connect one last time;

The connection went well;

However his beloved words of affection was staled because he wished her dead;

We may lash out at others for the pain that we experienced in the past;

This will cause friction when positive vibes are vital in mass;

It is hard to be shield from subconscious pains that can be jolted like voltage;

We must always remember that words leave scars and open wounds;

They can also bring forth happy tears and joyful tunes;

Tools for building up or weapons for tearing down;

The affection of words;

Tell me..... how does this sound?

written by: Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

photo by: James 119
copyright 2010

LIONZ OF ZION

Blessed to the queens of the African/ Edenic Diaspora;

With the eclecticism of your mind from the servitude of time;

You have revolutionize the worlds many infrastructures;

Time has elasticized your queen-dome into becoming a source of profit;

Corporates has commercialized your physical beauty and projected your sexuality to the masses;

Conforming you to the Tell-Iie-Vision that falsify your essential merit;

Still in all with Gods will you have already proven to them that they are a bunch of crosses;

Clinging to your heritage and culture is what makes you and your king compatible as a unit;

Even though the diversification of your circumference leads you to vulnerability;

You are a compassionate being who expounds upon the true meaning of the word humanity;

You are to mankind the source of their delight and the hight of their might;

In rage you will stand firm and put up a fight;

In love you will show the magnitude of your affection and the core of your devotion;

Sacrificing yourself with every convulsion;

You are the LIONZ OF ZION.

written by: Ricky Mitchell

photo by: Ethiopia Het-Heru

mitche230@yahoo.com

copyright 2010

THE ART OF TRUE LOVE MAKING

As I look through the windows of your soul; I see you in return looking through mine;

The oval of your eyes commenced to open as our connection began to unfold;

Feeling the  neurochemicals of your emotional colours;

The beauty of love reveals its self so bold;

I touched your mind; you massaged my intellectual lines;

So vividly fine... I cannot leave you behind;

As you caress my intellect and wreck my kingdom with crescent waves of cerebral orgasms and brain spasms from your queendom;

A new course of love has emerged;

At the center lies a fascinating hormone called... you and I,

I want you spiritually and mentally; forget the physicality which needs to mantain its rightful place as being secondary;

No need to rush for the bed; undress my mind and come inside my core instead;

Surf with me through the deepest soulistic water of my intellect;

Hold me close to your neurological fibers and allow our passion to spread;

 The mind is the most powerful, hypnotic, intoxicating, and narcotic force in the universe;

So when we converse let us exercise our mind and expand the challenges of each unique verse;

Can you feel the essential most natural aphrodisiac of all times?

So creative we are with our artistic feelings that no other being can accept its foundational element; 

through you I see the lost of love for women kind;

so dark, so unsure, and so confused;

like animals they move indiscriminately from one mate to another in search of love;

failing to realize that they have lost the true path;

they have abandon the neocortex of their language, which is the mainstream of their be-loved brain stem;

The foreplay of the mind and that intellectual and sexual gradification that follows,

leads you and I into a social stratusphere that is so clear and divine;

I see you; you see me; I see your family; you see my dynasty; so shall it be our destiny;

I wish not to unlock our connection,

But I know that having too much of you will only weaken and spoil the beauty of our affection;

 Thus I will let you free and pray that we do not allow our lower anatomy to capture our mental and spiritual faculties;

written by Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

coyright 2010

THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY DEGREES

Glory was the days when you were hustling away;

Crack, cocaine, Marihuana, you name it; you had it made;

The street corners were your precious domain;

Needy people flourished around your presence craving for the essence that would ease their pain;

Dressed in suit and ties, like the aristocrats of modern times;

Education was still planted in mind;

Camouflaged like a chameleon, no one knew your real intentions;

To live the life of glamour, you sacrificed all that you could remember;

Up and down the iron horses you would travel;

Bus runs were your routine pedal; seven days a week you would struggle;

Wanting those presidents that have already been covered with pebbles;

Six feet under they humbled;

Rest assure the day came where you stumbled;

Confined between four walls and a couple of bars; you withered in storm;

Feeling lost and gone, you prayed and mourned;

As you continued through the days, years swiftly and rigorously clothed your fears;

Bearing time on the cross of injustice now became the crusade that you faced;

What a disgrace, family and friends gradually became displaced;

No more grace stood in place;

Now confronted with thoughts of change;

The transitional phase uprooted in flames;

Gallons of sweat flooded your pores as you submerged in rage;

The battle began between the four devils:

Lust, envy, hate, and jealousy of all that stood in you;

Three hundred and sixty degrees you screamed like a banshee;

Past actions of running the streets became your nightmares;

Can you go back, should you proceed, or should you let it be and flee?

Such misery clamped onto you to keep you company;

Still in all the day came where the trumpet would sound;

You thus psyched out all that surrounded you;

Only to listen out for that sweet melody;

Free at last, the meteorological climate gradually dissipated;

Feeling refined you journeyed on with your life;

Thinking about all the goals and aspirations that you had created;

The tools that would build your foundation continued to be mended;

New associates, new friends, new and old families, and a job that allowed you to be contented;

This is the glory that is now the milestone of your past;

What won't breake you will only make you stronger;

As you get older these thoughts of yours you will always remember;

Three hundred and sixty degrees brings forth a new chapter

written by Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

copyright 2006

GHETTO ASPIRATION

Living in the heart of the ghetto people struggle to find their identity;

Minds twisted with all sorts of sorrows, sympathy, empathy, and poverty;

their longevity still strong enough to uphold with humanity through immunity;

Staying truthful to the life that they live;

they voice their opinions through instrumental grids;

While others look to see the coming of a new born messiah;

new people are born in to the linage of the struggle;

Mothers upholding their responsibilities to maintain and support their future;

While fathers situate themselves on the metaphorical Vatican Mountain to fight the battle of Armageddon through their nine to five;

Babylonian affairs gradually crumble like the Great Wall of China;

Structures turning into dust and ashes through scorching flames of fire;

Politicians of every nation seeks the key of knowledge to unlock the mystical events that were predicted by Michel De Nostradamus;

Canvassing many areas like scavengers they are faced with acquisitions like Nicodemus;

Lonely spirits flood the cities;

Blood showering down like bulks of rain drops;

As gun shots reek-a-shay off buildings from building tops;

Salvation is yearning by the people;

The black star lines ventures to return to the front line of the ocean shores;

Waiting for repatriation back to the home land of the cradle of hue-men;

their glories are as sweet and tasty, as meat is to carnivores;

Africans of all descents join together like the million men march of nineteen-ninety-five;

Like lions roaring for satisfaction,

the Diaspora screams out for joy and ecstacy as they revive;

Lost souls of the gehtto stands firm with their guns ready to blaze;

Unification of the righteous civilization repent upon the scornful retrospective days;

Like the Buffalo Soldiers of modern times;

The universe shines bright with the colors of red gold and green;

Like wolfs in sheep's clothing false prophets are revealed by their true nature;

Equal Rights triumph over the relentless chauvinistic monarchies;

Hue-man- entities (Humanity) continue to await the day when they should reign as kings and queens

written by: Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

copyright 2005