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“The Moon”
I saw a Sun taken by the moon.
She had a gaze of warmth in passing in meeting
Her physical caress my thoughts like a whisper entering a room
Not really there but tones haunting with sweetness by a glance
I can hear her thinking…my thoughts, within the confines of my mind which was suppose to be mine… she danced
She left a photo on the inside of my eye lids
So I see her when I close my eyes
Blinking became her movie, and the moved of us and we
Became her… than me… surrounded by violet evenings
She was the pedals on a flower.
Mysterious inside before opening up to the sun
She brought the math to speech. Intervals 2 by 2 becoming one
Her feet planted in a memory tied by walking in the aroma of time
She left handprints on there, and sat next to somewhere
With vibration on her fingertips, my heart beating flipping 6’s to 9’s
Baptized by her smile, she became my muse
I connected stars, dotted the heavens from what held them
Suspended… blended within blurs of shadows just to soothe
The moon…
The Moon...
The moon…
The moon that creates its own light in the dead of night
Mother, daughter, goddess, and now soon to be wife
Oh lord…she gave me sight
3RD eye wisdom…
My mind romanced the thought of those lips
And how I wanted to kiss them…
Moment’s I’m captive collecting planets to place at your feet
For blessing me with melanin to get me out a the hell I was in
Those few seconds I was weak…
I saw the sun taken by the moon
She was in my arms, so charmed by love
Setting the world afire by the rubs
And strokes on her hips
Longing for the chocolate chips in her cookie
While her milk drips from my lips
And I’m stuck in her light
Captivated by her I’m Moonstruck...........the sun
©copyright 2004 Rasta Asaru Hotep El
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"At the risk of seeming ridiculous, let me say that the true revolutionary is guided by a great feeling of love. It is impossible to think of a genuine revolutionary lacking this quality." - Ernesto Che Guevara
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Tight Warrior God keep em coming!!!
" Fried, Baked, Grilled, Boiled Or Smoked, The Only Good Pig, Is A Dead Pig...Fuck The Holice!!!"
Beautiful lunar adoration!@Rasta Asaru Hotep El
I am sure the moon so graciously reflected all of those kisses of light, too.
So many gems hid beneath the caverns of this treasure chest of poetry and lyrical synergy!!!
I love it.. bless us again. And again.![]()
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