Fear me you labeling society; for I am not what you think, I am the one person quick to check your hateful ways, put you in your place, making you feel embarrassment and disgrace. I’m NOT the one to waste time sitting
No matter how you lament lie scheme snarl cry revolt sex birth abort re-birth make semblances of war or peace tear down old tribes raise up new morph into unfamiliar ways or any of the above Acceptance for you from them
I think of him Until perspired intention Innocently drips Concentrating Selflessly Slowly enough To muse for millennia On his head one to toes ten And everywhere In between He has yet to disrobe For me By way of Unashamed Dignified revelation Shared
Looking for a Calm Every day I look for a calm that reaches outside of the norm, An inner haven of peace and nonresistance A solemn mode of contentment I’m in search of a tranquil existence, Where the outside nuisances can’t touch
THE GOD IN ME (dedicated to my wife) When I was asked the question? How are you able to express yourself so easily through your poetry? I replied ITS THE GOD IN ME! When I was told that I was a young
BATH floetry by MaNGOD Nigerians put the fear in their Women… When they hear sexual feeling revered they shed so many tears living here BATH… the aftermath of clitoral mutilation, an ancient ritual of female humiliation, perhaps
Miracles Written by Elle McLin For the world who believes only in visuals…let it go! For the world who believes in miracles…let it show! I’ve experienced great pain, and illness to my demise, Drought my eyes, with day long, and midnight cries
“Through sometime
Aging
Young one
To
Prime
Mature one
One day at a time
Life teaches
Decreases
Increases
Your BEING
All eyes
Begin
Seeing
Seeking
Self-Knowledge
Focusing
On
That
Mirrored Reflection…”
The Stranger… A Poetic Spill by Poetess Elle and MaNGOD Elle~ I felt his energy… His voice faint, Eyes were bright and vibrant They spoke to me His head hung, His shoulders were slumped That body of his Displayed of discouraging
I have No Field of Lilies Only Cotton Flowers that Bloom When I dance Nurtured and watered by By Bloody Fingers that drip from being pricked Twirl Spin and Fly High Gravity is my Sky For I am unable to be
It doesn’t always rain… Someone is out there feeling alone, Someone I don’t know feels a great deal of pain But I am here to tell you, That it doesn’t always rain I know you feel in darkness I know you feel
GO AHEAD & JUDGE ME THEN CONTINUE TO PRAY FOR MY BONDAGE FREE RECOVERY I’m GOING THROUGH SPIRITUAL CHANGES CAN’T YOU SEE? OR ARE YOU LOOKING FOR THE DEAD GIRL I USE TO BE? WHEN SATAN USE TO STRUT ALONG SIDE ME
As I comb through existence. My fingers vibrate. Picking up weighty jewels for examination. Eyes closed. Experiencing the innate to and fro of The cosmos. Pricking my finger on the edges of comets. Paint color on the tapestry of the deep. And
Peaceful Tides Granted upon thee a form of peace, A time to gather in silence, commence no words The star lit sky begins to lighten The soft tweets from birds begin morning’s dialogue The early bird forgets the worm Eager to arise
People need a little more faith today The world is becoming so dismal, So many have lost their way New age sensei says believe in me Accept the truth and it will see set you free Middle East is getting more war-torn