Melt the MIC's blog: "Poetry"

Each time I am finished with you, your savory flavor lingers on my tongue. In my mind I reminisce over how you bring me so much joy every time you come. Passing by my lips soothes all the years, days, and hours of pain I have endured. And the fact that I am not alone in this ecstasy for certain I am assured. Each time my tongue passes my teeth it changes your form. My heart races knees become weekened and my whole body warm. When I am with you I become drenched in sweat. As I try to make each experience one that you will never forget. An audience watches as I create you by bringing on dramatic crescendo. Then, allowing you to settle softly, like a January snow. You are so good to me that after I am completely satisfied. I share you with others so that they may experience the joy I feel inside. What we have is more than the average bond between man and woman. Because, We make love. We make love like we are the last two lovers on earth. And the survival of the world depends on you giving birth We make love with the heated passion of two hormone raged teens. Youth, whose expression of love is limited to carnal means. When we make love you stimulate me… Intellectually! And, you make me a slave to thee… My baby… Poetry

Yesterday I woke up wanting tomorrow to be over so badly that I forgot about today. Now today has dealt me a losing hand and I have a multitude of tomorrows just like today. All because; I forgot about today. I forgot about today. I forgot about today… Please don’t forget about… today.

When I met her… I was trapped somewhere between hell and insanity And she… was married. Although she said; “Not happily” I was reluctant to correspond at first But damn! There was something about this sweet lady’s verse. She was from L.A. And me… The DNA-LEVEL-C Her vibe was angelic, Like that of the city from which she came But, she was strong willed And even insisted on calling me by my birth name What began as a conversation About the inhumanity of our situation Evolved quickly like caterpillar to butterflies To include stories of each others lives And I was drawn to her like moth to flame Like players to game But like the cookie jar an the top shelf She… was out of my reach And I began to want her desperately Like a mute desires speech I was dreamin’… California dreamin’ Dreamin’ of ways to become part of her life Despite the fact that she was another’s wife So I whispered memories of my past to her Hoping that she would include me in her future As we discussed literature and poetry… She asked me to keep in touch when I became free The surreal nature of these events Caused me to become tense Because what had been to me a secret fantasy Was fast becoming my reality Damn! I must be dreamin’ California dreamin’

I melt the mic I am a symbiant to the mic It commands me to whisper my thoughts It’s not snooty like It spreads my words to both the haves and the have nots This is how I melt the mic Telling stories of life stories not seen The mic drips As my words slip You know what I mean You know I melt the mic Reverberant energy Unique urban synergy Spelled out for beatnik nerds As well as those without complex words Because I melt the mic My dialect is mean From a silky, smooth flow To “Yo! Bum rush the show” You never know what to expect when I hit the scene I just melt the mic This is my Harlem renaissance influenced style My unique experience Then mixed with an ounce of temperance All brought together to make you smile As I melt the mic

Welcome to my blog. If you read my profile then you know that I am a poet. Stop by every now and again as I will be posting some of my hotness on here for the general cherry audience. I hope you enjoy; and that we can all have a little fun while on line. But for now... PEACE!!!!!!!!!!!

IT WAS A HOT SUMMER DAY AND I JUST WATCHED THE WAY YOU SWAY FROM THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU, I KNEW I WAS IN LOVE YOU BROUGHT PEACE TO MY HEART; LIKE THE OLIVE BRANCH TO NOAH FROM THE DOVE THE SHEER MATERIAL OF YOUR DRESS CLUNG TIGHTLY TO YOUR HIPS. SO I CHECKED MY GEAR, SLICKED MY HAIR, DUSTED MY SHOES AND LICKED MY LIPS HONEY YOUR WALK IS MAD FLY THE KIND TO BRING A TWINKLE TO RAY CHARLES EYE ALTHOUGH I HAD TO LOOK TWICE I REMAINED COOL AS ICE ENTICED BY THE GLIDE OF YOUR STRIDE THERE’S ONLY TWO WORDS I COULD THINK TO DESCRIBE YOUR SWAY. THIS WAY THAT WAY I MADE YOUR WAY MY WAY DAMN BABY! IT’S GOT TO BE YOUR SWAY SWEET CHOCOLATE GIRL... I CAN TASTE YOU ON MY TONGUE AS YOU STEP LEFT THEN RIGHT, I CAN FEEL YOUR RHYTHM MY PULSE RACED FASTER AND FASTER! BABY GIRL; YOUR SWAY CAN CAUSE A NATURAL DISASTER! JUST LET ME BE A PIECE OF THE ELASTIC IN YOUR THONG TRUST ME BOO; I KNOW I CAN HOLD YOU TWICE AS LONG DON’T THINK I’M TRYING TO RUSH ‘CUZ IT AINT GOTTA BE TODAY I JUST WANT TO BE IN TUNE WITH YOUR SWAY FIRST I MEASURED YOUR SEXY LEGS FROM SKY TO GROUND THEN THE REST OF YOUR BODY AS YOUR HIPS MOVED ROUND AND ROUND BABY; I MUST TELL YOU THAT YOU BROUGHT SUNSHINE TO MY OTHERWISE CLOUDY DAY SIMPLY BY THE WAY THAT YOU USE YOUR SWAY MORE REFRESHING THAN A COOL GLASS OF WATER I WANNA TELL YOUR PARENTS THAT THEY’VE RAISED ONE HELL OF A DAUGHTER BABY I’M CONVINCED THAT YOU ARE THE EIGHTH WONDER OF THE WORLD WITH YOUR PRETTY EYES AND TEETH LIKE PEARLS YET AND STILL, WHAT HAS TURNED MY HEAD YOUR WAY WAS SIMPLY BY THE WAY YOU USE YOUR SWAY GIRL THERE MUST BE VOODOO IN YOUR HIPS ‘CAUSE YOU’VE GOT MY MONKEY DOING BACK-FLIPS THAT WALK YOU GOT IS SUGAR SWEET SHEEED TRAFFIC STOPS WHEN YOU CROSS THE STREET THIS WAY THAT WAY GIRL DON’T PLAY I’M OJEKEME AND I JUST WANT TO BE IN TUNE WITH YOUR SWAY.

Diversity is Jimi Hendrix playing lead guitar in Elvis’ band while, Duke Ellington conducts the “Horny Horns” As the Dixie Chicks sing backup to Janice Joplin while Elton John lays down the harmony on this Neptunes produced track. Because, “Nothing Ever Really Dies”.

I see poetry every day Whole lotta rhythm not too much rhyme Full African hips sway, sway In melodious time Are you tellin' me that she aint poetry? The dance of Manjani What they call karate That summer time party Hell yeah that's poetry! The way African people move and groove is so smooooooth... It's got to be poetry. That touchdown catch My love's morning stretch Our children’s first sketch Man, you tellin me that aint poetry? You see We, we are living history of rhythm and rhyme Complex measures frozen then syncopated in time. Yeah man we are poetry. Our smooooth sun baked bodies Entangled passionately For what seems to be An eternity Damn! Now that's poetry! Poetry is Trane blowin' that horn. Poetry is Coltrane blowin that horn. Poetry is John Coltrane blowin that horn. Softly... As I sleepily... Cuddle up next to thee. Yeah... That's poetry