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Tameka Brent Poem
I have the glow of Eve in my eyes. Genesis. In the beginning there was heaven and earth. Here I am in the Garden of Eden looking at the tree of knowledge, the tree of good and evil, and I think alright, I already have foresight. Epiphany. I felt that was not blasphemy to feel that way, nor was it sacrilegious because if I were not religious, I would not be in the garden of Eden. The plants were green with envy and the water was blue with denial. It id summer in Le Afrique and I am free and feeling good. I felt emancipated from birth. My heart beat and that was an emancipation. When I touched my rib cage I knew that there was one rib still belonging to a man. But it is mine now. I am feeling good and feeling free. C'est le vie. C'est fini. Et tu Brute? Is that what I am so suppose to say? Brutus has yet to betray Julius Caesar so what would be the point in saying that? I am free to walk through this garden capisce? There is no need to fight there is no need to take physical flight I am alright.
The flutter of a butterfly's wing can cause a typhoon across the world. And so maybe I will twirl and turn from that tree of knowledge. And so I am here without a doubt. And I doubt that I have to continuously smack my lips and shake my pointer finger about. And what about antonyms? That was rhetorical. It would only be logical to understand that Genesis and Revelations are not antonyms. IF I get forgiveness for wanting to be alone, maybe we can talk about Revelations, maybe we can just be silent. Skeptical I am that I am here alone. Revelations.
Copyright © Tameka Brent | Year Posted 2016
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I am young and pretty. And I will be pretty and in love my entire life. I am in love with a man who never makes me cry, that has made me his wife. The love of my life and I will spend the rest of our lives in a castle in the sky. I will not take for granted my lover nor will I take for granted his love for me. I will not take for granted my castle up above in the sky that he built for me made of stone that is granite. Every time he kisses me I smile and sigh. The castle's floors are made of gold and the castle's walls ceilings are made of gold as well. Living in my castle in the sky is like heaven it is not like hell. There is an abundance of food is my castle, food so decadent I eat without feeling shy. I feel enraptured and I feel that living in my castle in the sky with my love is similar to my heart being captured.
Copyright © Tameka Brent | Year Posted 2016
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What might they find there, if someone were to look there.. down deep into my soul? They would find young spirit not one that is old. They would find a soul that is aware of it's self, and that the body that the soul is inhabiting is in good health. They would find that my soul is free and full of light. They would find that my soul is bright and not dim, and that my sold is happy not grim. They would find that my soul worships Him, God Almighty in heaven, and that my sold is not hiding the holy gates to heaven. They would find that my soul has not committed any misdeeds, and that my soul knows there is a God indeed.
Copyright © Tameka Brent | Year Posted 2016
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The sun is shining. Rays of light shine upon my skin, and my inner light within assists me in me being incandescent. I emit light. I am luminescent. Reminiscent of the morning star I shine bright, and brighter than light itself. I know myself and it is important to know thyself. I breath in the Earth's air, and I yearn for the sweet taste of my favorite fruit , a pear. The taste of the fruit tickles my tongue, and I hear myself giggle. The juice from my pear trickles down my chin, and I see I have eaten every part of the fleshy fruit, once a beaute, and now all that is left if the core. The core of me, the part of me that is central to my existence, is living. I can smell the fructose on my breath. My appetite is not pacified, but it is close.
Copyright © Tameka Brent | Year Posted 2024
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