This Time…

I am happy to be happy;
To be loved, to love;
To discard the past;
To enlighten my present;
To patiently await my future;
And I see them, desperately,
Persistently, trying to invade me;
To darken my light;
But I will not be moved;
My faith will remain unshaken;
This time, my feet are firmly
Planted on the ground;
Praise God !

Silence

Silence is the loudest cry for help;
For more, for what and why;
It tickles your ears like distant echoes;
Vibrations will strike the ear-drum;
Yet sing a secret song
Silence is golden, worth as much as
A speck of light within a cave of darkness;
It often buys time, but usually cost
More simple explanations
Silence is my favorite answer to
"Do you love me?"
Because silence fornicates for
Orgasm's sake without a need
For props or high-fives¦
Silence will question your presence
In a room filled with loose lips
And silver tongues;
Silence is a soul mate in the heat
Of the moment;
Or a chill zone and a touch that
Means more than words allow
When you want me, to softly
Kiss your lips or massage your back;
Ask, silently, and I'll never refuse.

Wake Up Africa!!! "Who am I?"

Who am I?
The lost world, the beautiful garden
Of blissful ignorance, blessed with riches;
Gems too precious for the sinful piercing
Eyes of man to decipher;
Who am I?
That perfect sound of peace and harmony;
The music that runs through chaste rivers;
My forest ever so lush;
Filled with songs of stories from the jungle;
Told by the mysterious, feral branch perchers…
And the euphoric aura within that forbidden
Place is enough to mesmerize the mere mortal;
With lustful, passionate and taboo breaking
Emotions, inevitably molding the virginal clay
Of tomorrow's ordained monarchs;
Oh Yes, I am supreme, Indeed !