(Title) Blurry Truth
(By) YO'LOO
(Real Name) Yolanda Alfred
See... the devil is the author of all lies.
He'll tell a magnificent lie and still continuously cry,
but... mostly he leaves some of the honest truth missin.
Like... bow down and worship me I'll give you the fame & fortune.
Unprotected sex, you can have intercourse, get pregnant &
do abortion, but... "GOD" said worship me, be fruitful &
multiply & first cast out thy beam out of thy own eye.
They say love is universal but.. that's really be pigs
because people be their beatin children and they be raping their kids.
Then once they look on the news, they see them in jail &
without asking a thing they just write them in mail.
Then their family say free them cause... they did no wrong.
Instead of finding the actual truth & making the victims strong.
Getting your attention I am sure
Right now we are having Intercourse
Some fear this word in conversation
Hidden for lack of education
Man has perverted this word
Placing sex above conversation
If I were to walk up to any women and say
I think you are very pretty may we have intercourse
What would her first thought’s be
This simple example may open your eyes
To how man has complicated communication
We take our evil thought’s and pervert our words
We over use our words this waters them down
Love has lost love and hate has gained
Gay no longer means happy
We change our meanings to our words
So how can we understand or have
Intercourse when we mix up our words
This may sound silly and not to important
look around we all have been separated
From lack of Intercourse
I want to jump through my skin
from the pages of print and have intercourse with you
my mind is off on an even keel
the unfolding of hands
at the diner at noon the slippery spoon
you want to impeach Trump but then who is left
a life of no regrets
Margaret Thatcher and the spinning wheel
beggars with no big deal
the thousand loosened horse men in the street
only the phantom should preach
to neck behind the microphone
the naked zombie & the telephone
alone with hands searching for its *****
art has changed the notion of thought
a zombie soul can't ever be bought
with hands to hold upon the nucleus
The phamtom is living under my bed
it comes to me in a dream at night to fright
picks up my soul and carries it across the room
draws strength from the conclaves of darkness
with a pitchfork in hand eager to understand
the remedy of suspicion
a soul in derision
Fly Who Flew Like They All Do
On surface of my skin fly started to skim
And so I surely wanted to get rid of him
As he flew around in a circular fashion
Not trying to talk or ever trashing.
Fly sure seemed to like lighting on you
Maybe some times or more than a few
And may find him a ferocious menace
Terrible when fly tries to play tennis.
No matter what happened or is occurring
Trouble up flies always want to be stirring
With destructive effort meant to die
Got him out of my eye when hard did try.
Then after many rounds of mortal combat
Found out it was not a fly but a small gnat
Who with fly preferred to have intercourse
Both were found in some state of remorse.
Would it be a fly in my eye or gnat in hat?
Or hat worn by fly who was found to be fat
What finally ended up being last resort
Fly entered a session conducted in court.
Where had the flow recently flown from
An we had all found out just how dumb
Fly was who landed under Christmas tree
Being electrocuted by both you and me.
Did I actually write this?
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Make love to me with your eyes
Let me see the fire there
Devour me in a look
Undress me till I am bare
Make love to me with your voice
Wrapped in desire… say my name
The need I hear in your tone
Will ignite me into flame
Make love to me with your words
Make them drip with passion sweet
Choose every one with care
Make impossible my retreat
Make love to me with your hands
Give them freedom to explore
Let them travel where they wish
For they make me beg for more
Make love to me with your lips
Let them pull and tug at mine
A slow and rhythmic dance
As on this, our love, we dine
Make love to me with your tongue
Let it glide, tease and savor
Taste to your heart’s content
Love’s latest sweet new flavor
Make love to me with your body
Entwine your strong one 'round mine
The poetry of our motion
Has a perfect rhythm and rhyme
Make love to me with your soul
Let our thoughts have intercourse
As each fantasy bursts to life
We climax at ecstasy’s source
Make love to me, my darling
Take from me this guarantee
What you do to me in love
My actions will far exceed.
Eileen Manassian Ghali