Shirley Horn – Here’s To Life
Released: 1992
Tag: Poetry
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The Supremes – I hear A Symphony
Album Released: February, 1966 -
Starlight bathes you Moonlight covers you Sunlight embraces you Polaris guides you My aura is drawn to you My heart belongs to you My soul loves you Silk drapes on you Diamonds adorn you Love radiates from you The universe cradles you -
Marvin Gaye – Just To Keep You Satisfied
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After a flood of thoughts
And futile reasoning,
The descent into hell begins. -
Though you cry,
you are beautiful.Though you are weary,
you are resilient in your journey.Though you suffer,
you will survive the winter.Though lovers have fallen away,
you have recaptured the essence of your aura.Though you are immersed in anguish,
the fire in your eyes is not extinguished.Though you are ridiculed,
you will emerge triumphant.Though you endure torment,
the strength of your spirit will not relent.Though you have wept for many seasons,
now is the time of your healing.Though you have suffered injustice,
a reckoning is on the horizon.Though you feel unloved,
the universe cradles you in her womb
And Polaris shines upon you.Though you contemplate eternal sleep,
your heart still beats, and you are not weak.Though you are sorrowful,
your spirit will not wither.Though they try to confine you,
you are blue fire, subjugating detractors
and illuminating the darkest depths of deep waters. -
When kindness is taken for weakness, the weakness is in not recognizing the healing light of kindness, because treachery of the heart and degeneracy has long caused blindness.
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Searching for light I plead my cause and plight. The vast darkness of a deep well, my road of suffering is that of hell. I have seen with my eyes and heard with my ears the cries and screams of the afflicted, sorrowful moaning and the deep bellowing of the tormented. The voices of their pain fill the void and ascend to the heavens. The stench of it burns the nostrils. Fear stalks me and apprehension holds me against my will. I must cross over the abyss, or forever I will remain in darkness. Vile beasts wander aimlessly in search of sustenance; a songbird refreshes my resolve. My lamp is dim and my oil is low. I must move faster; I must make haste. In my pocket she sings—again my songbird sings. We are both weary but hopeful. She will cross over to the other side with me. We must make it over or perish here in the land of desolation. I thought I saw the treacherous bridge, but my eyes deceive me. Still we slog on, for we are replete with determination and hardened in our travail. I see the bridge now; that treacherous bridge over the abyss. We make ready for our journey over. Yes, we will cross over, Songbird and I. She peeks out briefly, her beak resting on the edge of my worn and rugged pocket. A new song is sung.
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Be still my heart
In the fiery storm
And waiver not,
For you are strong. -
The breath of your whispers are a taste of the essence of your being;
I deeply inhale you, and I am addicted.
My will is to thoroughly please you …
In my sensual approach I am uninhibited.
Your moans of pleasure are an erotic measure,
Telling me subtly the carnal necessities of your body;
I am an eager vessel of your delight,
Use me until my cup is poured out and completely empty.
The silent reflections after, are the moments we most remember —
Your head resting against my shoulder with your hair taken down
In wondrous beauty, like a waterfall long held back and finally released
In mid spring, under the warm rays of sunshine magnificently glistening.
Your soft kisses reinvigorate me and again stimulate my will;
I’m enthralled, and willingly with much vigor, I give my all.
The sweetness of your lips is heavenly bliss;
Let me now say, I love you, lest I am remiss.
The very nature of your aura is what I savor;
Endless days and nights I taste of your flavor,
And I am overcome with passion.
Let us lie together and immerse ourselves in love everlasting.
The femininity of the arches of your feet
Are aesthetically pleasing to the concupiscent eyes that stare;
The lust that overflows within me is palpable every time you’re near.
I reach for you, pulling back soft silk, beautified in ultramarine blue.
The warmth of my hands driving your desire,
And your Sagittarius heart submitting to anticipated pleasure.
Waves of ecstasy ensue.
Intimate Compositions 