The Lost Generation. A poem by Jonathan Reed.
It's their choice You do what you can There exist circles within circles And these circles are in cycles They run a course It is their choice You do what you can.
I see you And you are beautiful A glow surrounds thee I see you Think with love Go in peace Val...my beloved! Why are you such a legend? Love is always A gate yes it is Your eye should guide the heart Lovealways!
My soul dances for thee I move to your rhythm my king I belong to you; see me! My spirit is thine my handsome lord For what is the moon absent her sun? I am but thy glory reflected abroad. My body belongs to you my stud Strum my strings, beat my drum... 'Klepto', I … Continue reading For You
I am here I am there My flesh renewed suddenly I am as one that dreameth Everything synchronizing... Your pain is now my pain.. I am here Yet not quite This is it! My spirit yelled, Initium of realizing power.
That evening it cracked Torrents wiped away all defunct The day the dam burst. Then the most glorious sun It's lights illuminated the cosmos So sprouted Africa's Jungle.
I am just a normal woman. As in... I am young and married. I am a mother of two children. The boy is the older one. He is ten years old. I have been married for nearly twelve years now. I know that this fact is not your business. But there is a reason for … Continue reading Dr. Saint Valentine
Nature's crucible of life She is life's Van Gogh She is not property Please... Hear me. A womb-ed man; A hu... Man She is so much She can be so much I hear say men dey beat women Tabloids say dem rape woman CNN say dem even kill woman... Na wa! She has rights man... … Continue reading Human Rights!
Tell him... That you love him That you long for his body You are ecstasy. He, the fantasy. Court him... There are things that he likes Invest shrewdly; you cannot lose You are the music. He, the lyric. Touch him... Seduce him incessantly Use his body, he is yours You are Qetesh... He, Pothos.