Pink Pleasure! (The Raconteur)

They say you're just a carriage for baby making and nothing else.

You say you're just a carriage for baby making and nothing else.

I say one person is telling a bold lie and that's you.

No one knows you better than you,

How you gonna let people run a marathon for you when you're in a race with yourself alone?

Your whole being spells life,

Your whole being spells mother with undying affection.

You are pink,

You matter a lot,

Pink matters.

Cotton Malibu candy,

I compliment you better when it's pink,

Though you got shades of different colors like the rainbow.

With the banana and peaches made for mouth-gasm,

Is it safe to say the banana when isolated is a Lone Ranger?

What happens when it meets a fellow Lone Ranger?

Makes for sweet serenade,

Pink pleasure.

And I heard someone say the stars are the spies of heaven,

I can boldly accept that statement in all honesty.

With how far they are, it's no wonder they seem so close.

We pray for good and better ways,

But how good is good?

At what point is good goodly or Godly?

Cynosure of the beating heart,

A modern woman with pieces of her African roots imbibed in her,

You worth more than they say,

Pink matters baby!

Pink pleasure.

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1AM

It's 1AM, As I think back 5 hours ago, Watching grown folks indulge in the idea of marriage. Such a beautiful thing when its true essence is given, However the case, The reverse isn't the same. I felt like a bird on a mountain top, Looking down with a vision of that of an eagle trying to see what I can get from it. I listened as they rambled about adult jokes. A soothsayer wasn't needed as the drift in class could be told. The song on the radio is sung along by a wife, With lyrics that seem to shred fragments of the heart. A beautiful voice but with emotion and pain littered around it. The rest said their good nights to their spouse over the phone. Standing over on my balcony as the clock is 17 minutes away from hitting 1AM, Lonely as hell, But somehow I find confidence and comfort when I seldom let my thoughts run loose, Days when they are controlled, I seem to run low on the double C. My heart seems like an uncaged beas

Untitled.

See every time we went out, Everyone noticed you and kept me at bay, Like I wasn't there. I hate when it happens. I know you're well known across these lands And I'm just a foreigner, On Strangers tide. Often time, I'll play the buster girl, Doing the who is? Call me crazy, Call me jealous, I call me greedy, But all I wanted was, The strings of our heartbeat in perfect accordance, To an unheard melody. All of you, And all that was in your heart was my desire, Felt like it was too much to ask. I know I had gone astray, And I needed a second chance. Who doesn’t? It looked hard, everything was against me, Even my own shadow was. The face I thought that shinned brightest, Couldn't create a spark during my dark times. Guess I figured why I was mostly kept at bay, Just a little too late. We were untitled.

December 6th (The Raconteur)

Words can't basically describe how this day ended, It felt like roll camera and action whereas it wasn't scripted. We all didn't come to this world to enjoy the fancy things, were her exact words repeatedly. It felt like a familiar stranger talking to you, Indirectly telling you your worries and giving you the solutions to them at the same time. It felt like a messenger from God, Similar to the ones we read about in the Holy Book. I felt bottled in her ideology but I wasn't too deep in it. She said, We are God-like, since we are made in his Imagine, And each and everyone of us has a purpose on earth, Depends on if we actually want to fulfill that purpose and if we say we don't wanna do it, The Most High has replacements in abundance. It's pretty much you could be part of the greats but you really aren't relevant. The human form is weak, Even Jesus Christ couldn't bear it anymore whilst on earth, "Father l

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