MY HEARTIST by M

I sit in ponder of my beloved

So far, the distance kills the heart

I cannot vent

I am mad at him

Who gave him the authority?

To anger me and be angry at I

And with the distance

Assault to injury

It kills the heart

Yet my soul yearns for he

In love

In fight

In fury

In anger
In frustration…Still

I submit

Funny

That in these fiery times my insides burn most for him

I miss thee

I burn in anger and desire

So far

The distance kills the heart

I close my eyes

O my beloved is here

Staring at me

In my fiercest fumes

I want to burst…I want to charge…oh I should explode

And yet

Am halted

But how can I?

The exuberance of his charms won’t let me

Assuredly, he moves towards me

Am confused

My bosom heaves, uncontrollably, pleasurably

I miss you

His gaze fixates upon my eyes

Am bathed in calmness

His arms tightly but gently devour my body

I coil senselessly in submission

I totter in his intoxicating embrace

I blink

He lain me down, sunset reflecting in his eyes

The passion in them ignites my body, my desires

I want you

I tremble in his lips’ tender traces upon mine

Oh that…that I do miss, my heartist

The dexterity of your craftsmanship

Nay

Squirm not over spills and splurges of your shades on my surface

This canvas thirsts

Insatiable of your paint

Worry not of broken and of misplaced brushes

For the skills on thy digits is enviable

Alas! How they tickle

How they stir these nervous nerves

How they paint the corners and edges of this canvas’ curves

Your art on me is impeccable

When you work on this plane

Undesirables turn orgasmic

It is such

In breaking my heart

I would care less

You ponder why?

Well

Our fate, to be or not to be

Pieces of mine shattered heart form a mosaic of your face

Juxtaposition in thought

Of my love against your selfishness

Unfaithfulness

Disloyalty

Egotism

Anger

Disavowal

It don’t matter how far

Nor the distance

Every air you exhale

I feed my desire in its inhalation

Devoid of, I succumb

Nay

Its not obsession

Simply

The loves that burns for you

That the eloquence of words cannot quench

It refuses to die

Its destiny

For he know not the depths of my love

O reader,

If ye cometh across my beloved

Doth pass my word

That I deservedly declare

‘I am your canvas

Paint your love on me'


I received this poem from my girlfriend, so much I want to say about this piece. I wont, instead I'll say thank you, I am glad I am forgiven, loved and missed. I love you and I am honored you love me this much. I am yours; you are mine.

#100daysofblogging #Day11

your woman: myqueen. A response to the poem 'Betrothed then Betrayed By Oyoo Mboya'

This poem is a response to a poem I read by Oyoo Mboya I will post the original first then the response.

ORIGINAL:

BETROTHED then BETRAYED.

Tomorrow at dusk
She'll be in your arms
Her face behind a mask
Read the pattern on her palms.
Tomorrow at dawn
The priest will declare her your wife
Uncover the veil, beneath the smile
there's a frown
You are not what she wants in life.
Tomorrow at noon
You'll feed from the same plate
A (g)olden honeymoon
That seals your fate.
Brother,
Before she became your bride
I plucked her petals, still tender
In the journey to womanhood, I was
her guide.
Her body is scented with my stench
Kiss her and you'll taste my lips
Feed and wait to hear her belch
There's a name in her hiss.
Look deep into the fires of her eyes
The blaze that burns to blind
Do you ever care to ask why
She's one of a kind?
Dust her bosom for my fingerprints
The contours I caressed to break
The stains on her thighs
Are of pregnancies we longed to
make.
She'll cook, just like I taught her
In bed, my name will feature
I am her eternal star
Her past, present and future.

®Oyoo Mboya.

RESPONSE:

Photo|Courtesy

This are but tales you tell to satisfy your hungry past
You made a woman from a girl
that much I agree
But you remain a boy
Your words betray your ploy

Of the stains she's cleansed
Washed by the product of my loins
The hissing was quelled; she has just graduated
with a doctorate of the diploma you so graciously accorded her
I should thank you
for all the callous caresses you politely introduced her to
I could never have asked for an easier time
You are indeed godsent

I admit,
It may take a while to forget you
Its never easy to erase the opposite holotype of everything you are
Meticulous
Astute
Sturdy
Direct
She was a woman when she met me
You made her a woman

She is a queen under my care
An epitome of decorum
A royal diadem of peace
She is patience
Wrapped in royalty radiating love
She is my shield from pain
In her I find much strength

She is a queen
Executive director of the home
Symbol of my kingdom
and flesh of the flesh of my fledglings
Your one-time woman is my lifetime queen
It will take more than memoirs of your lips on hers
More than dusting prints of her thighs and bosom
It will take more than the past
for her to be annulled from this golden throne


Pablo Neruda writes I am not jealous/of what came before me I echo his sentiments.

#100daysof blogging #Day9

believe and be satisfied

Every one longs to give themselves to completely someone,

To have a deep relationship with another

To be loved fully and exclusively,

But God says NO,

Not until you are satisfied and fulfilled

And content by being loved by me alone,

I love you my child,

And until you discover that only in me is your satisfaction to be found,

You will not be capable of the perfect human relationship that I have planned for you,

You will never be united with another until you are united with me,

Exclusive of any other desires and longings,

I want you to stop planning, stop wishing,

And allow me to give you the most thrilling relationship that exists,

One that you can’t even imagine,

I want you to have the best please allow me to bring it to you,

Keep watching me expecting the greatest things,

Keep experiencing the satisfaction that I am,

Keep learning & listening to the things I tell you,

Don’t be anxious,

Don’t worry,

Don’t look around the things others have gotten,

Or that I’ve given them

Don’t look at the things that you think that you want,

Just keep looking at me or you will miss what I want to show you,

And then when you are ready,

 I will surprise you with the love far more wonderful that you will ever dream,

You see until you are ready, and until the one that I have for you is ready,

 Who I am working with this very minute as I am working with you,

So to have both of you ready at the same time,

Until l you are both satisfied exclusively with me,

And the light have prepare for you,

You will not be prepared to experience the love that I have for you,

Based on your relationship with me,

And this is perfect love.

And dear one I want you to have the most wonderful love.

I want you to experience, a relationship with me,

And to enjoy the everlasting beauty and perfection in love that I offer,

Know that I Love you utterly I am your heavenly Father,

Believe and be satisfied.

from my random surfing online this came to me and stuck..... Author: Unknown

#100daysofblogging #day5

You

My chief of staff

Diamond

In heaps of chaff

My imperfect princess

One I’m dying to impress

With action

With words

With my souls last breadth

            Can’t remember when I wrote this….can’t forget who though. Hmmm…I wrote a lot of poems of love

#100daysofblogging #day2

by His grace

 

But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.

1 Corinthians 15:10.   

It is by Him that I am
By Him
I was
By Him
I will be
How often I forget that my everything
To Him is NOTHING
And His nothing to me is EVERYTHING
I am but a vessel
Crafted
Molded
And shaped
By Him
And his grace
His grace is sufficient
If He is not then I cease to be
So if I be me, just me
Then I am not
For I will incredibly be
A NOBODY!
You be, I will follow thee
Better yet you be in me
That way you will guide my paths