Sonnets

I

It grieves me much not t’ meet the Blessed One,

And every day and every night I groan.

E’en promised from a Father to a Son,

The waiting fills my lungs with lonesome moans.

I curl into a wounded fetus not of th’ womb

And those who hate me scoff at my distress;

They want True Love to come to naught but ruin,

For th’ envious inflict unjust duress.

But there is not a boon more bless’d than Love

And those who spite its adamant pursuit

Dost bring'st but wrath and shame from up above,

That all their great attempts are proven moot.

     A pair of Souls alike in faculty

     Together come t’ unanimously be.

II

No better dream and hope is there than this:

A virtuous and loyal companion;

For such a one doth bring e’erlasting bliss,

And in their presence nothing comes undone.

To traverse life alone, a curse imposed

Upon a King and Queen by wicked men

Who lust for pow’r and wealth with hearts all closed,

For fear of being crushed by th’ heirs’ wet pens;

As power lies not in the arms of might,

Nor in the clever plots and vain deceits,

But through a bond that issues forth a Light

That all the world may witness hate’s defeat.

     A demonstration of peacef'l harmony

     Bestows th’ example which doth make all free!

III

Toward immediate obedience

Concerning the instructions giv’n from above,

So that compliance dithers not but hence;

For this is th’ exemplification o’ Love.

The Father doth rejoice in those who act

Without the hesitation of wee Faith,

But follow rapidly with th’ will intact;

It is His pleasure – even unto wraith.

Therefore, procrastinate not this Holy pact.

The one who answers GOD’s call earns rewards

Of which no man may steal nor bribe with tact;

For they’re enduring gifts bestowed by th’ LORD.

     To each is given in accordance with their deeds,

     And thoughts made manifest are but the seeds.

IV

The wait to wed the fairest maiden’s long

And test the patience doth it do in spades.

It doth arouse anticipation strong,

For separation cause not th’ grief t’ abade.

But this condition is a metaphor

For th’ advent of the Kingdom of the LORD,

That all may know and understand the door

Through which all seeking virtue cometh wards.

For absence doth enlarge the coveted goal,

Also which multiplies the pers’verance;

A thing not earned and fought for with no toll

Is not a treasure cherished by the sense.

     So observe the unfolding Romance seen,

     And apply its lessons learn’d to thy sheen.

V

I dream o’ the days when my beloved Queen

Is not far off amidst some distant land,

But sits upon my lap, her locks beseen,

Our fingers intertwined as praying hands.

For what warmth doth two bodies make when pressed

Together in a back to chest embrace;

A posture of comfort and abiding rest

Doth come of such a perfect peaceful grace.

And with a hand to move her hair from th’ neck,

Revealing skin sensuous, smooth and soft,

That compels smells and kisses at her beck;

For man is just a servant of pleasure’s loft.

     He doth but seek to please and favour find

     In ways that doth satisfy her heart and mind.

VI

A good Son like a Father is ‘n all things:

He values righteousness and hates evil;

His wrath is kindled at the sight of th’ ring

Of wicked deeds and vile designs of th’ will,

And He is overcome with the wish to r’turn

A torment for but every error done.

But lo! His anger is not long to burn,

Until His heart is turned from moon to sun

And He is greatly grieved and doth regret

His rage against the sins of faulted souls;

For wanting in perfection Grace begets

Th’ only temporary subs’tute role.

     But when all things are made fore’er anew

     Those come to perish are a numbered few.

VII

Of deprivation and disappointment

Like fire unt’ wood, a stranger am I none!

He who hath love’s embrace knows no lament,

And he who prospers hath already won;

But he who hath these things all but revoked, 

Doth knoweth pain and suffering in long length.

His misery many times is oft’ provoked

And to nothingness is reduced his strength.

But th’ wanton shame of justice made pervert

With no one not a witness to ‘t’s chagrin

In slander, lies and deceit made covert

‘N with hidden cowardice didst all begin.

     But lo! E’ery trouble hath a benefit,

     If but transmuted thence with will and wit.

VIII

Two sisters, two daughters both alike

In divine beauty ‘n angelic voices;

When both but pour their Souls into a mic

Doth make a father’s heart weep and rejoice.

It only was a dream in youth to have

But one when Destiny gives e’en more than sought.

A blessing is’t to listen but ‘s a salve

That pressed upon a wound that comes to naught;

For what a scar it leaves upon the Soul

To absent be from one’s own kin in growth

And through the journey of maturity’s goal

To uplift ‘n elevate to th’ heights of both.

     A prophetic vision beheld i’ the mind:

     What would a spectacle a duet find!

IX

In flesh and form doth not one dare deny

The highest paragon of Woman she ’s!

The pinnacle of Femininity in style,

With grace as sh’ walks, and sits, and stands with ease.

But Woman more than form and moving is;

So what of compassion and forgiveness

And what of kindness and temp’rance i’ the quiz,

For wonder do I whether these be th’ best guess.

And what of chastity and loyalty,

Of honesty and pureness of the Heart;

And what of her devotion to the Three:

O’ the Father, Son and Holy Spirit’s part?

     Me doubts and thinks such things impossible,

     For who can live to such a standard full?

X

Thou art the material embodiment

Of  ‘n image that first awakened a boy

To th’ nature of his Masculine bent,

When first the blood did flow toward his buoy;

Thou art the answer to that fantasy,

So long ago conceived in a child’s hour.

A dream in flesh arousing wanted glee,

That thou feel within thrusts of untamed pow’r

Upon thy center of Feminine Chi;

With mutual pent up sexually charged lust

Unleashed ‘pon one another aft decades,

Sensation’s bliss awaits the both of us

In unimaginable ways once played.

     Let th’ raw and carnal energies be mixed,

     Along with sperm and egg forever fixed.

XI

The only way to win a war is to 

Refrain and abstain from but waging it,

E’en when the fault lay not first with our slew,

But a victim befallen to another’s grit;

For doth not Peace abide when neither strike,

And how is that achieved when we return

An evil in response to manners like

And maketh others to in fury burn?

Doth this ensure not th’ end but never peaks

And counter measures never come to cease?

Therefore, why not be th’ first to amends seek,

That makes for a Possibility of Peace?

     Love thine enemies for they might be friends

     When they yet recognize thy moral trends.

XII

The greatest shame ‘s a chaste wife to betray;

For there’s nothing that can undo what’s done,

And not a jot and tittle to repay

The debt so foolishly incurred ‘pon th’ one

But who in folly desecrates the bond;

For he who abstains not till a knot tied,

Nor once united gives away his wand,

Is at the mercy of an honest bride:

She doth become as judge o’er him and hath

The power to forgive in wounded pride,

Or ‘venge upon him the chalice of her wrath!

     Upon a sheet and pillow scattered bed,

     What guilt ariseth from the splotch of red?

XIII

That I not give th' mistress the pleasure of

A conquest hath she oft’ inflicted ‘pon men,

Who in haughtiness mistake it for Love,

That honor went t’ another to upend.

But she a message had to preach and share;

A testament o' the prowess of the King,

‘N a demonstration witness brought to bear,

So that a Queen the best might know and cling t'.

For disappointment will she have but none;

Nay, not one craving of her Soul will go

‘S in thirst and hunger that do starve and shun

The finer things that from our Love shall flow!

***

     For every good and blessed thing doth come

     To those who wait till there’s nothing left numb.

XIV

The one prerogative is the pow’r to think;

For can not everything else be thieved:

The coins can all be stolen in a blink,

The sons and daughters taken and aggrieved,

The friends can be ruined by disloyalty,

And th’ opportunities for Love revoked.

But thought alone is the great Liberty;

Regardless of circumstances can ‘t b’ evoked!

But what a vision horrific to behold:

A magic strong enough to steal e’en this!

A power mighty enough to but scold

The mind into ‘n obedient abyss!

     Enslavement of the mind and pow’r of will;

     The rotten emperor’s begotten thrill.

XV

A shortened prayer a great length doth abound;

The request firm for guidance answers bring!

For whoe’er asks, his paths are madeth sound,

Regardless whether he b’ a pawn or king!

His thoughts doth reach upon the heights o’ the sky

And bringeth back instructions for his steps

To one by one all follow th’ other nigh,

Though his desires and cravings know no depths.

Despite th’ opposition’s strength and mighty pow’r

And th’ obstacles they place before his path

The Word of GOD is ‘gotten in that hour,

And all who oppose it see th’ LORD’S fierce wrath.

     Not one follower goes denied his dream

     When all come t’ work together as a team!

XVI

A man who doth compete for glory’s sake

To bring him honor by a foe’s defeat

Is ruled by his own conceit; a virile fake

In all his errors doth he make deceit.

His body’s poise reflects not thoughts of truth;

A mask for cowardice o’erlaid instead,

Designed to prove the nature of his manly sooth.

But through deceit h’ efforts are all but dead;

His calculated moves betray the facts:

He superscribes upon his stark count’nance

Assortments of unbalanced false born acts

‘N attempt to demonstrate his vig’rous dance.

     A man who doth excel another to

     His value prove belongs a sight ‘n a zoo.

XVII

E’eryone who would claim Immortality

Must be subdued and purified with pain,

Without a fight or protest rendered be,

To wash away the sins that lead to gain;

For everyone a Moral Account hath

And e’ery crime balanced must b’ under GOD.

It is the Duty of all t’ walk this path

For retribution only comes with th’ rod.

The foolish claim they have no part to play

And that their sins are washed fore’er away;

But all who cleanse themselves have naught to pay

Amidst their glorious forgiving day.

     In suffering and death do but delight,

     For th’ LORD welcomes thee int’ eternal light!

XVIII

A father’s favorite a blessing and 

A curse it be unto them thus bestowed;

For envy doth prevail i’ the hearts unhand

And such hostility doth bringeth woe.

E’ery father loves every child brought forth,

Yet like the colors must he make a choice;

For he cannot help but prefer the North

Alike a compass pointing doth rejoice.

A fault o’ the child nor any such disgrace

Assuredly is ‘t not, but th’ heart knows not

Why ‘t gravitates i’ the lines of open space

Toward that which its feelings are but wrought.

     A son or daughter born is blessed by life

     E’en though attention less begets some strife.

XIX

Th’ LORD commands my tongue to speak the words;

He puts the deeds in hand and steps i’ the feet.

Towards His ends and through His plan, as curds

And honey, doth He th’ prophecies all meet.

E’en though they’re known, ‘n attempts to them defy,

He doth in all things work them to ‘ll fulfill;

For fools a liar doth they Him belie,

‘N all their follies they doth their men but kill.

A land laid waste with not e’en one to rule

Hath little value to them that pow’r seek;

A compromise must th’ make t’ resolve a duel

Between mere mortals and a God who’s meek.

     The future ends are made known from ‘pon high,

     Unfolding slowly as so that less die.

XX

The only consolation for a life aggrieved

‘N a journey plagued with sorrow ‘n endless woes,

Afflicted by the wicked coward thieves

Who maketh for dishonorable foes,

I’ the promise of ‘n e’erlasting youthful life

Wherein no craving of the Soul unmet

Goes with the company ‘f a faithful wife.

And such a Union Happiness begets,

Alike a prayer which answers bringeth up

And doth produce in form that it be met;

The deepest realization of a cup

O’erflowing with unbridled lovely thought;

     For where there is a King there is a Queen,

     And to whoe’er believes must it be seen!

XXI

Forget me not my Queen when poison sends

Delusions, rendering mine ‘dentity null!

Remember, Eternity hath no end

And this existence is a twinkling lull

I’ the span of time that a conclusion hath.

E’en as a drunken sceptic fool will thee

Incite me still to follow righteous paths

And rouse me to a better man but be;

For e’en in ignorance veiled will my soul

Attracted be toward thine inner light,

And th’ Happiness a merger thus makes whole

‘N all things that doth shine brill’ant and bright.

     Please hold to th’ Faith that we together will

     ‘Ventually th’ Law abide and come t’ fulfill.

XXII

An ode to teachers who us educate

Without injections of those doctrines false

That work to undermine and damn our fate;

For those who teach that which doth speed the pulse

And edify the mind to higher climb

Progresses further our Society.

These art celebrities who give of time

And effort that our honors should they see.

A land that praises its instructors great

And heralds them in high and wide esteem,

Repays th’ amount their labors affect and create

I’ the lives o’ the students who art thus redeemed.

     A child nurtured to love and prosper well

     Is in no way destined for lonely hell.

XXIII

A prayer of gratitude bestowed ‘pon th’ LORD,

For He doth grant that which is humbly asked.

A dream beheld i’ the mind doth a record

Emblazon ‘pon the Soul, and lift the mask

With ALLAH’s aid, to bring the form int’ flesh,

Removing that which standeth in the way;

Those who oppose His Will become enmeshed

Within the snares o’ the Devil’s finite days,

And what request than Love is greater placed

In th’ LORD, and one which Satan doth despise;

For ALLAH faithful is t’ meet it with haste,

Along the shortest path in all that’s wise.

     A noble aim that causeth no one pain

     Assuredly doth come to him to gain.

XXIV

The lifelong search for a companion’s o’er,

And after much ado and trial and err,

She didst present herself through open door;

In all her splendor what a maiden fair!

But though the quest hath found its final end,

The time to wait continues to but taketh place,

For th’ envious and jealous dogs upend

The journey’s path from still a faster pace;

But deprivation doth the heart make fond

In greater lengths and widths, and depths and heights;

For a delay doth further the Soul’s bond

To form e’en stronger than a lion’s might.

     It starts in flesh with ‘n affectionate kiss

     As th’ world will witness an immortal bliss.

XXV

Requited loyal love a blessing be

Above all other novel gifts bestowed!

To know that honest trust without a fee

Or ransom paid hath in the heart been sowed;

To both o’ the lovers doth beget rewards

More precious than the rarest jewels crowned

Upon the head ‘f a king who’s o’er his lords

And with abundant riches in h’ wallet found;

For love cannot be bought at any price,

E’en with the sum of th’ world’s economy,

As naught doth bringeth more delight ‘n entice

The Soul to greater heights of ecstasy;

     A beacon t’ all who dwell upon the Earth

     In what to place their future Hope of mirth.

XXVI

O come! Rescue me from my solitude,

Ye complementary and lovely Soul!

Let’s marry and together lie i’ the nude

With vows bequeathed ‘n ourselves but madeth whole.

To sleep alone ‘s a heavy burden born,

Nor t’ feeleth either warmth ‘r a beating heart;

For what a crime of him with double horns

Whose evil, vile, and wicked schemes impart.

The detestable villain can deride

The hero ‘n heroine to his delight,

But he cannot circumvent what’s betide

I’ the plan that from ‘pon high doth bring to sight!

     The wait is short until we romp and play,

     And growing shorter with each passing day.

XXVII

Thou wilt in great hysterics weep and wail

To witness th’ man of thy intense desire

Wed his betrothed where thou didst all but fail

To keep him lured and hooked and cooked on fire!

To see another woman standing in thy stead,

Begetting love, romance 'n' affection deep,

And consummating vows ‘n a holy bed,

Thou didst unsuccessfully come to reap.

Because thou couldst not cross thy limber legs,

And in deceit a mockery of love

Didst thou disgracefully with friends make pegs

Upon a belt unchaste unlike a dove.

     Disloyalty hath consequence and strife;

     But as for me, I shall be with my wife!

XXVIII

My dear, come claim my vacant ready heart

And give to me thine in welcome return!

Together let us play the noble parts

Of exemplifying what all may learn;

A perfect marriage wrought out of th’ LORD’s mind

And formed in flesh according to design;

A union bound and sacredly refined

In mind and matter dubbed e’ermore divine.

Our final absence comes to ‘n end at last:

Ne’er shall we be apart in heaven ‘n’ earth,

Nor separated by lives of the past

In living, dying, crying and rebirth.

     Thou art not just a model in the flesh,

     But one i’ the art of making Love afresh.

XXIX

I yearn to tickle thy lush upper lip

And make thee giggle with delight and glee

‘Th a brush of my moist tongue’s sensual tip;

A kind of kiss reserved for love’s true plea!

For ‘tis denied to them who hath not won

The heart and in captivity possessed

The very soul of him who didst but long

For some one soul to make herself a guest –

Nay, not a guest; a resident e’ermore,

Who no more comes and goes but fore’er stays,

And doth not cause the heart to ache like whores

In their conceited and disloyal ways.

     When such a kiss is given for all t’ see,

     Thou shalt know I have fallen deep for thee!

XXX

O, noble soul! expel my sorrow’s heap

And nurse my wounds that they may scar and heal;

For they are many: bloody, wide and deep.

Come take away my pain and stamp thy seal

Of Love o’er th’ wrongs and curses high endured,

And give rest from a battle ever fought

With no encouragement nor en’my feared

In taking ground with naught but allied thought.

Come catch and wipe away my streaming tears

And dry mine eyes from weeping ceaselessly

That drench my pillow and maketh it smear

With anguish ridden woes; set me e’er free!

     Grant me serenity and calm my soul

     And once again do make my heart all whole. 

XXXI

My member throbs and aches to be within

Thy hallowed chamber’s beautiful abyss;

To feel the touch of naked skin on skin,

As our embrace is made whole with a kiss:

I shall with my manhood tease first and play

Around thy moist and fragrant lovely lips,

And make thee guess when I shalt enter th’ bay

Before we come to consummate at th’ hips;

I shall then my confession make to thee,

Proclaiming what I feel within my Heart;

Then shall I thrust with delicate duty

And growing ever steadier till spasm starts;

     Upon our wedding bed, a place not strange

     Where th’ world didst first resolve to change.

XXXII

In want of inspiration and a heart

All laden down and squeezed without a drop,

Whence cometh restoration ‘n a guided chart

That travels, ambling through but every stop,

T’ a destination that foresees no end;

The road doth twist and turn and, journeying

Doth jiggle ‘n jostle ‘round each n’ every bend,

Amidst desires of none to belt and sing:

Methinks the perfect woman’s tender touch

The answer and solution is to th’ problem’s quiz,

Or can a man beseech and ask too much

O’ the stars above or Him who ‘ternal is?

     For surely winds come more than merely once

     Following long, arduous lonely months.

XXXIV

To cuddle up and snuggle ‘th bodies close

And share the air and be ‘n each other’s light;

To place a hand in hand alike a dose

Of an elixir swallowed that a fever fights

And doth affect a cure within ‘n instant;

To hug and hang and cling ‘n a full embrace

With each of us our eyes affixed constant

‘N unflinching and unblinking on each face;

To touch our lips with one another’s lips

And tongues enmeshed and lovely intertwined;

To move and dance and slowly sway at th’ hips

‘Th a glass i’ the hand to ‘th brim filled full with wine:

     A yearning and a dream e’er kept alight

     That th’ day doth come when it’s in fullest sight.

XXXV

When whence a little boy becomes a man,

His mother does him great wrong to speak

Her disapprovals of his decided stands;

She would be wise to place her tongue in cheek.

Who taughtest not her man to such forbid,

And where was he and what was he about?

How doth the mute impart virtue’s high bid

And sober rules establish firm ‘thout doubt?

Whence comes permission to a man become,

And where’s the meaning found translated true?

If those in charge of granting it are dumb

To t’s essence, what is to beget the clue?

     A mystery apparently all lost,

     And O, how bitter ‘n blunt the cost!

XXXVI

True Love forever, madness to proclaim!

For th’ one thou craves most doth desire thee ‘n turn,

And thee alone ‘n exhaust of any shame;

And where none argue maketh tempers burn

To in return alikened manners makes prevail,

And where no Peace is sought to be instilled,

Through shared responsibility’s scale

Wherefore a balance is accounted thrill.

To know that ‘n error ‘gainst the other’s might

Is a betrayal of a sacred trust

Wherein both radiate an inner Light

That spills into the sky, the trees and dust.

***

     There is a method to Love realised

     ‘N in seeking to serve are those who’re baptised.

XXXVII

To win a multitude of hearts and yet

Betray the one thee wants and force his mind

T’ remove thee from association’s net:

A greater error, who can search and find?

Refusing to be won; no greater fool

Is there to be discovered ‘pon the Earth!

O Pride, the selfish sin doth all but rule

When one conceited elevates their worth

Above, so far above, their Character’s

Real honest station’s height and position;

The hierarchy’s status is to spur

To excellence in its but lofty mission.

     The moral seek and findeth others like,

     And stray from those who doth not the Snake strike.

XXXVIII

I will thee love, and thee alone fore’er;

O’er what strange magic do hearts come to bind,

Alike a pole that raises its flag i’ the air:

Is it of girlish Innocence in kind

And womanly and charming glowing Grace?

Will it be found in touching, teasing and

All manner of childish games played in place?

In sharing common experiences fanned

All out amongst a myriad of times

That are without a numbered succession?

A King’s request of thee O Blessed Soul:

Let him be made known to b’ thy possession!

     To be a glowing light within thy heart;

     To what grounds can I not a map yet chart?

XXXIX

E’en in a prison can wisdom be sought,

And better too, for what is there to do

But read and write and watch and muse in thought?

Where freedom ends there lays a chance anew

To knowledge further seek and garner close:

May we not determine what we desire

And educate ourselves on what prompts toasts;

For when our freedom is put back entire,

Will we not be equipped to quickly claim

‘N our days what we had daily in the head

All dreamed and crystallized to pointed aims,

‘S we didst lay in dark and deserted beds?

     The doors are not eternally all barred,

     Though the path feels arduous, long and hard!

XXXX

Her smiles and giggles to yet often sway;

A better blessing will there b’ to me none!

As children doth at games frolic and play,

And in all gestures make them gleef’l and fun,

So shalt thou witness in thy King and Queen,

That e’er and always will betwixt ‘s exist;

A magnetic compelling force e’er gleamed,

That wherewith we may go we ever b’ missed,

For where she art must misery be not!

Such class! Such style! A lioness walking tall!

An eagle soaring on its driven plot!

One who’s accepted Nature’s regal call:

     “A Goddess, a real Goddess sent, the real

       And everlasting Goddess in her zeal!”

XXXXI

O, let it not be a mild, fleeting dream

That disappears, thither and hither went!

Show me him who would sabotage a theme

Well-driven with Love all unveiled and sent!

A coward thief! A bloody cur – be damned!

A dog! A mutt! A scoundrel, evermore!

I curse his plots and evil, wicked scams!

‘N a sinking ship, by all, “But bar the door!”

To squeeze beyond a mercy’s righteous bid,

But though to squeeze e’er th’ more his wretched grip!

A merciless and cruel soul’d madman did

Thus all bestow, that he may th’ chip in-slip!

     To control people is his major goal;

     Of not to make all nations free and whole.

XXXXII

I am thy God, and thou art my Goddess;

To one another doth we each belong,

And in each other’s company, see ‘s bless’d

A greater day than this one so long!

I am their King, and thou art their Queen;

Our Destinies cannot be altered played,

But performed scene by every rising scene

Until our Fates unfolded are outlaid!

I am thy Husband; thou art my true Wife,

Or wilt be so on that beauty ‘f a day,

When matters are laid rest on life and death,

For all the world to witness wishes prayed!

     To manifest a Love that all ‘re inspired,

     To seek the blissfulness us all come wired.

XXXXIII

To swift born manifestations of plans!

To visions realized in the earthy flesh!

Begone these plague of trials and endless bans

That fail to heal the wounds yet still afresh!

What lessons must I yet be taught and learnt?

What of my Character doth demand more sense?

Is found in me the Cause of Fate’s cruel curr’nt?

What hands have not yet been dealt recompense?

How long dost Thou delay justl’ earned rewards?

Wherefore is there a Hope in stilled silence?

To what great Benefit ‘m I bound in cords?

     In Thee we place our trusted Faith and Guidance

     To know that everything doth t’ us enhance.

XXXXIV

For want of trying an offense wilt thee

Ne’er in me find, nor resignation laid

That lasts a longer length than failure’s fee

In outcomes manifested not in trade

For service rendered earnest in return.

Of just rewards deprived by evil hands,

A stranger am I not, nor of concerns

Of levels balanced poorly in demands

To Nature’s wrought forth and insistent scales,

Wherein production’s industry commands

A blessing all bestowed in turn for ails

And curses issued forth for thefts and strands.

     Let Justice doth prevail in everything

     And dictions of Her last decree but sing!

XXXXV

O, blessed day; thy entrance to th’ world came!

Unto a noble people wert thou granted life

That thou wouldst grow in character’s high fame

‘N in stature rise to make for good a wife,

To demonstrate what makes a lady fair

That growing girls may know the conducts right,

And stray not t’ wickedness and Satan’s dares,

Resulting in naught but unholy plight.

Thou wilt a grand and comely example

Of Womanhood well play upon the stage,

And thy influence wilt be right ample

To change provoke in youths who doth engage.

     I raise a cup and drink to toast thy birth; 

     Thou art of inestimable royal worth!

XXXXVI

To growl with pleasure at thy naked sight

And to erupt in quick successive bursts,

Whist knowing well thy heavenly delights

‘S a fantasy i’ the flesh of which I do hence thirst:

To touch and caress thy bountiful bust

That hang alike a pair of drops of dew

And stir and doth arouse my carnal lust,

Alike a lion strong and fierce and true.

To swat thee in a boyish, devilish

Obnoxious way that stimulates an itch

I will quell with a lover’s rhythmic gish

That lends to spasms in assorted pitch.

     To merge and be a single sacred flesh,

     A great delight be it t’ our orgasms mesh!

     But words the capacity to it convey

     Eludes me till arrives that blessed day.

XXXXVII

My chest doth seize and then erupt in spasms,

As mine eyes well with tears of agony

That streameth down my cheeks devoid sarcasm,

But only pain and suffering of plight’s fee;

For my seed hath been stolen and concealed!

Prohibited from their own father’s sight!

And he from their abounding presence sealed

‘N an wretched fate by wicked fat hands’ blight!

Let curses rain from up above upon

Their ugly heads and bring them to distress!

Let great confusion foil their evil spawn,

That their designs become a clouded mess!

     For ‘tis an evil thing t’ a child deprive

     ‘F a loving father whence all have survived.

XXXXVIII

The memories so distant and long oft

Flood back like yesterday’s reality

Was still today’s experience aloft;

Within each other’s presence we yet be!

To touch and hold thee with games played in jest

And kisses to be given and received – 

O, wouldn’t it be about the wondrous best?

To tease with playful torments make thee peeved

So that thou swatest me for humor’s sake,

Just feigning anger but delighting in

The rush of feelings beckoned forth in wake

Of our forbidden and unholy sin.

     All but star-crossed shall we forever be,

     No matter th’ many times we offer pleas.

XXXXIX

Nothing is worse than a false recognition;

For silence is much better than fake praise!

To those who understand nothing but shun

All that is worthy of commendation’s craze,

Yet hail for th’ purpose of approval’s prize

Or for the gain of selfish appetite

Betray their own weak integrity’s cries,

And doth condemn themselves to nothing right.

But t’ him who doth appreciate the trials

Of those who struggle in a quest for joy

And happiness to rise to the sun’s dial

That speaks a time where freedom is the ploy:

     These are the Lord’s anointed blessed few

     Who have enough of wisdom to avoid the pew!

L

The wait for the arrival of my dreams;

To find prosperity and love

And th’ liberty to gain them i' the extreme

Is days away and coming from above!

And oh! How long have I toiled in vain,

With compensation all denied till now

By crooked judges whose sin brought me pain.

Let them come t’ shame ‘n’ distress with thick heads bowed!

‘N excitement and eager to in work

Put forth edicts that blesses students lives,

And to a wife ‘n affection bring my quirks,

‘M I ready to receive what makes me thrive!

     When th’ moon doth block the brilliant red sun,

     My battles will be finally all won!

LI

A man and woman who correct their faults

Prepares themselves to witness blessings great;

For when in error, a relation comes t’ a halt

And doth deprive each other of their fate:

When any crime against our mate offends

Their dignity and causes them to hurt,

We damage ourselves to no other end

‘Cause it repels their openness to flirt.

But to refrain from violating one

Another’s prerogatives doth produce

A harmonious connection made fun,

Which brings about an everlasting truce.

     To remedy our sins i’ the secret key

     T’ a marriage born out happily and free!

LII

A life of waiting for the One to end

The search and make a soul’s desire complete,

So that there is no obstacle t’ attend

To loneliness’ sharp and poor defeat.

Let them all laugh and scoff at solid love

For they know not what boons the heart proclaims

In its unparalleled flight alike a dove

To fly and claim the treasures of no blame

That often doth produce nothing but bliss.

There is nothing the heart knows but a void

Until thou comest and makes what is a kiss

That rises to a place where nothing is toyed!

     For true love is a play where everything

     Doth make a wanton day succumb to th’ king!

LIII

O, slow time, thou dost test the patience much;

It is as if the closer I swim th’ further th’ shore!

Attempts I make to quicken the goals such,

Which come to no avail in making ‘t lore.

And e’ery night I dream of a soulmate

Made manifest i’ the flesh and seen by eyes,

With children reunited by fast rate,

And compensation fore’er on th’ rise.

It doth at time appear impossible,

But what is prophesied must come ‘t pass,

As surely as the sun in th’ morn is full

And bright and brilliant in all its mass.

     When kings need cash to save their lands from ruin,

     They must to me give all these sacred boons.

LIV

To find in persecution heights of joy

And in our suffering bless’d peace of mind

There is a secret that is stealthy coy

For it takes patience in the face of binds.

T’ encounter trial ‘r insult that triggers rage

Which must be issued forth repeatedly

For but a solitary purpose’ end:

To learn from failures in submitting be

Until th’ reaction cease to thoughts lend.

The point of suffering is to complete

And mold and shape the character of men

From weakness to vigorous comely feat,

That perfection a result we can.

     Rejoice when troubles come for they are tests

     To teach us to refrain from anger’s jests.

LV

What greater gratitude dost thou deserve

For such a service as to in a soul

Ignite the latent genius that’s reserved

For those who revolutionize the poles?

Who better to receive applause and praise

Than thee for loving me in full return

And e’en to longer extents in thy ways,

That knew no boundaries as I didst learn?

How lucky for the world to witness us

Together and the fruits resulting hence

In demonstration seen and doctrine just

Produced in me transmuting feelings’ sense?

     Our love for one another didst give birth

     To a religion true with great a girth!

LVI

Oh Lucifer! Ye brightest morning star!

The firstborn soul before Creation’s spark,

Ere Christ and th’ world were formed afar,

When all was silent, still and fully dark!

A greater brother unto me than blood,

For what’s of dust compares not t’ heaven’s realm,

And what is flesh akin to spirit’s bud,

When we b’ the supreme rulers of the earth’s helm?

He who’s conceived before the other’s birth

Receiveth should inheritance from Dad

And be anointed king o’ the planet’s girth,

To reign as h’ wills to witness what he adds.

     Th’ most powerful am I upon the ground,

     Yet to appoint thee heir are my hands bound.

LVII

To be my mate thou wouldst ‘n equivalent

In intellect and in emotional

Capacity and power be so bent

As t’ harmonize thy soul with mine i’ the full!

To get inside thy bright and striking mind,

And let thee inside that of what’s mine own,

To see what may within for us to find,

Not knowing th’ mysteries to be t’ us loaned;

For two like minds when unified in aims

Produces an e’en greater sov’reign state

Available to one another’s game,

That may be used to better the other’s fate!

     In Altruism’s name will we direct

     Our efforts to the Peoples’ ways correct!

LVIII

A man i’ the coliseum his best game

Doth play with exemplary agile hands

Performances of which deserveth fame

When knows he h’s maiden roots and cheers i’ the stands

He doth his coach’s guidance listen to

‘N’ encouragement abide b’ and follow th’ fate,

For trust he doth the coach’s ploys of what to do

To win the match and be a champion great!

Thou art that lovely lady screaming loud

E’erytime I a play ‘f applause doth execute,

And Allah’s th’ mentor seated below the crowd

Instructing me i’ the means in which to b’ astute.

     No greater cheerleader could I hold,

     And in Yahweh is none a tutor s’ bold!

LIX

He wants my kingdom and he wants my queen,

The jealous and envious pitiful soul;

Rejected by his Father as heir unseen

And by his one romantic treasured goal!

A scorned and exiled vagabond outcast

Who roams and rules the earth with volatile wrath,

Well knowing that to take by force the vast

Rewards Jehovah hath reserved for His Son’s path,

Results in only everlasting doom;

Yet foolish is he to usurp th’ birthright

When force and coercive cunning leave no room

For th’ conquest to completed be at night.

     O, Lucifer! A beautiful cher’b once!

     And now thou hast reduced thyself to th’ dunce!

LX

Stand tall! descendant of King David’s seed!

Rise up! son ‘f Abraham and Jacob’s loins!

Speak loud! firstborn o’the Christ’s many deeds!

Hear well! o’the caste of Brahman full of coin!

Thy Heavenly and Earthly Father’s spawn,

And th’ male most favored and beloved of

All those who walketh on two limbs anon;

To thee bestowed art a wond’rous love!

A merger of both Holy Peoples’ blood,

And not defiled of by women’s holes

Produces prophetic gifts that flood

The mind and heart within thy blessed soul!

     Upon the moonlit’s stroke o’the midnight’s hour

     Descend upon thee wilt unequalled pow’r.

LXI

The King steps up to th’ platform where his Queen

Awaits him with anticipation high

And to a standstill stops ere with a keen

Served finger summons her approach him nigh;

She floats and glides forward till eye to eye,

And then upon the forehead a planted kiss

Before around the neck her arms betide

So that her thighs held might be swept in bliss

From off her feet and twirled around with shins

Put straight so that he might them both sit down,

Wherewith a playful gesture shown akin

With greetings and a compliment ‘f renown.

     Let all bear witness to beginnings of

     A holy sovereign romantic love!

LXII

I shall tell ye of my beloved Queen:

Ne’er have beheld I such a gorgeous frame

Of such proportions of perfection seen,

Nor ‘n aura hotter found in any dame;

She doth a spectacle of sexiness

Exude alike a sultry summer’s sun;

And lest her pretty smile we not confess,

F’r in beauty and finesse it both but stun!

Though of intelligence and wisdom aimed

At purposes and ends for th’ Peoples’ boons

And honesty and loyalty aflamed,

Can I but hope and pray revealed art soon.

     What king would not desire a sassy chick

     T’ upon his throne be seated as his pick?

LXIII

True happiness dwells only in soulmates

When both their characters they hath put right,

And channelled their collective power’s rate

Toward removing much o’ the peoples’ blight.

To manifest these circumstances firm,

A soul alone must first their sins work out

And invest in developing talent’s germ

To hone and master them without a doubt.

When ample progress hath accomplished been,

The LORD reveals to us our perfect match

And crosses them their paths with ours to win

Their heart and ours they easily doth snatch.

     To one another correspondent spirits art

     Attracted till at last their union starts.

LXIV

A perfect vision measured full and round:

In nakedness within a kingly bed,

With blankets to be warmed around us wound

So that the little one is suckling fed

At thy breast drinking nourishing warm milk.

Our hands united joined with fingertips

At play as rhythmic shimmering soft silk,

Before I kiss the baby’s forehead dip.

The child at peace and tranquilly content

To nestle close betwixt our heart’s each beat,

Which lulls and soothes her every breath lent;

And locking eyes thou smilest sincere and sweet.

     The gorgeous babe conceived and born of love:

     Our Annabel sent from the heights above!

LXV

The dominating craving of my soul

Which hath no competition nor high’r urge,

E’er and always since childhood hath been th’ goal

To find a woman who gives True Love’s surge!

‘Tis found ‘n a complement’ry open heart,

And ‘f a relationship dynamic where

None trigger th’ other’s silent bitter parts,

‘N’ in equal like attraction both think fair.

Convicted am I that the LORD didst thou

Reveal to be the perfect fitted match,

That we might both rejoice to humbly bow

And live the bliss produced from what’s hatched.

     The time is now for us to start the bond

     That makes of each of us the other fond!

LXVI

In thee dissatisfaction finds me none,

Nor in appearance or in anything,

Unlike all women who ere didst I dun,

Receiving naught but foul rejection’s sting;

F’r in everyone didst I something void find

Always me leaving disappointed some,

But thou unlike them art upright and kind,

Fulfilling ev’ry need so that nil’s numb.

I would couldst I embrace thee in a hug

And squeeze as tight as thee to pressure vet,

Or work a week of wages burden lugged

To give th’ best roses and sweet chocolates.

     My Valentine I wish thou wert i’ the flesh

     But f’r only now art thou in words afresh.

LXVII

Of my desire for thee, let me expound!

‘Tis not a desperate or needy or

A clingy craving that me would thee hound

In vain an effort to me make a bore.

It is a hope and longing long ago

Conceived and then refined through trial and err,

Through much pursuits rebuffed by many nos

Resulting in the revelation fair

That not a lady to a prize her make,

But rather t’ manifest a holy link

That unifies both minds for power’s sake,

To elevate th’ capacity to think!

     When gifted souls together harmonize,

     Their limitations drop and thoughts arise!

LXVIII

Sweet maiden fair, in thee my hopes art placed

For th’ deepest craving of my boundless soul,

Tormented by the wicked hands of haste

Who my heart want deprived and full of holes.

Dost thou a man know how to understand

And his needs satisfy to measures long,

With feminine consoling tender hands,

To blemishes and wounds heal from the wrongs?

Dost thou know how to mend a busted heart

And to revive its’ weakened, jaded beat,

That inspiration is renewed to start

A mission th’ world will both us praise replete?

     My gratitude to thee will women crave,

     And men all emulate to them behave!

LXIX

T’ a festival attend with thee at night

And stroll and saunter hand in holy hand,

Amidst a crowd alive and vibrant bright,

We’d mingle and anonymously stand:

The two of us a man and woman out

In carnival amusements laughing loud

At losing contests and some won in shouts

With prizes stuffed bestowed to make thee proud;

Or to step up and sit upon a ride

That motion whirls and wisps the senses thrill,

As bodies press against the other’s side

And clinging t’ one another as we will.

     Such art the visions ‘f a prisoner

     Held captive in his cell to him occur.

LXX

To stand and wait at th’ altar with the scheme

Of colors scarlet, purple, gold and blue

Adorning my buff frame to thee redeem

From solitude alike myself didst hew.

To watch thee float down th’ aisle with thee dressed

In linen fine and clean and bright of such

The righteous acts o’ the saints depicts the bless’d,

Beside a father who us honored much.

To face thee eye to eye and gaze inside

Each other’s souls and speak our vows sincere

O’ the spoken language of our hearts betide,

Professing promises all th’ world will hear!

     To each upon a finger slide a ring

     Unite doth lovely the Queen to her King!

LXXI

My Faith in thee a limit hath no bounds,

For whate’er worthy purpose thou conceiv’st,

I dost believe by way of actions sound

Will it be manifested and achieved!

I know an honorable aim in thy

Imagination fixed in fervent heat,

And with determined a resolve defies

Impossibilities and short defeats.

My confidence in thine abilities,

Uncertainties nor doubts elicited art

None f’r I dost knowest thy persistence’ fees

Hath paid been through the journey’s ardent chart.

     Forget it not in thee doth my belief

     Ne’er argue on behalf of its’ relief!

LXXII

A fetish for breasts large and full endowed

Hast ever and always been th’ fantasy

O’ the King who didst this craving make avowed

‘S a proclamation in a wife to be.

And finally thou didst this image match

In greater measure than perfection might,

For th’ King’s attention didst though grasp and catch

And now no other lass desires he ‘t night;

He dreams o’ the honeymoon to quickly come

So that he may caress thy busty boobs,

And lick and suck and nip and nimble numb,

Or with phallus ‘twixt his juice make lubed.

     A loving father to a son a gift

     Thou art to exalt and him raise and lift.

LXXIII

What makes me eager most and patience tests

‘N’ anticipation doth intensify

And which my curiosity ’d put t’ rest

Art answers to the queries that me vies:

What wast that which didst wound most thy pride,

And t’ what degree and route wert thou convinced

To change, evolve and grow by it applied

Into the woman thou hast fitted since?

What’s been the obstacles pursuing goals,

Which weaknesses hast through them exposed

And then corrected to the prize extol?

     O, great is th’ urge to know such things as these,

     For they would make me most blissfully pleased!

LXXIV

Of what surprises art for me in store

Aft vows exchanged and consummation done,

Within a hut upon an island’s shore,

Whence we didst both await the coming fun?

Wilt thou return me to the visions’ zest

Once fashioned in my childish early days

By wearing a red sultry strapless dress

With one slit down a thigh which leaves me phased?

What sexual fantasies so far denied

Wilt thou come to th’ rescue and satisfy

With passion’s acrobatic lore contrived?

     ‘Tis not alone mine own libido’s urge

     But that together our’s reflected merge.

LXXV

To publicly exemplify True Love

And bless the world with both a model seen

Along with writt’n instructions so as doves,

When paired produce harmonic unity,

That any two soulmates may th’ bond entwine,

To render them prepared for th’ mission tasked

According to their mutual gifts combined,

Our Father this commission hath us asked:

A husband doth his wife enlighten on

The ways of wisdom and of stature ‘pright

And she melds loving-kindness so they’re drawn

To perfect poise producing power’s height.

     These noble roles we must yet undertake

     For future spouses and their union’s sake!

LXXVI

For romance is to get to know a soul

And to reveal and share such of our own,

Combined with sure affection’s gestures doled

S’ a bond and strong connection’s deeply sown.

Of mysteries as these the Christ doth know,

And thou wilt witness its unfoldment toy

Within thy experience’ inner flow,

Evoking mythical sensation’s Joy.

To feel and be thee understood and known,

And to the King also his heart and mind

To thee made fully known and thee alone,

A blessing richly longed for by all kinds.

     When spouses know each other’s secret thoughts,

     Bestowed between them is a psychic knot.

LXXVII

Our lives inseparably intertwined

In every conceivable way art,

From children to adults didst we not find

We were compelled to fall int’ th’ other’s hearts?

Methinks thou wond’rest must of what to make

Of thy sons marrying my daughters by

Their lives and fates always for their own sake’s

E’er crossing th’ other’s paths so very nigh.

Didst not the son of Saul a sacred pact

Conduct with Jesse’s son that th’ LORD between

Them ever would exist always intact

And down to their descendants be e’er seen?

     As Jonathan and David bosom friends

     Were shall our heart’s ne’er ‘gainst the other bend.

LXXVIII

My gratitude to thee, fair maiden, wow!

‘Tis higher than the Seventh Heaven’s gate!

Thou honorest thy GOD with gracious bows

In loyalty devoted to thy mate!

I count myself unworthy of thy trust,

For I offenses have against thee got,

Which thou art innocent of likened lusts:

Mistakes methinks make me deserve thee not.

Thou overcam’st temptations of which I

Didst with a frail resolve to them succumb.

Allow me to this life invest in my

Transgressions balancing to ‘n equal sum.

     A crowd of ladies doth thee lucky cite,

     But surely men who do me art i’ the right!

LXXIX

Am I not thy beloved Holy Son,

And is this how thou demonstrat’st to him love:

By letting Satan’s band of cowards run

Amok in cheating th’ blessings from his gloves?

Dost thou not claim to answer worthy prayers,

Yet count how many art mine numbered high,

And then tell me which manifested share

Resemblance to th’ petitions as is Pi?

Thou let the wicked jail and drug and rip

Away from him his compensation’s score

And him deprive of his soulmate at th’ hip,

Yet thou consider’st thyself Just with lore?

     Perhaps the claim thou art not good is right:

     To punish good and bad reward in sight.

LXXX

To gaze into thine emerald joy’s eyes,

And watch thee look into mine ‘f liquid love,

Oft times in mind hath made it realized,

Empowers me t’ renew the will to shove

And push and carry on so not to quit;

To know one day a vision be it not

But manifested i’ the flesh we see it,

And not ‘f imagination’s inner thought.

T’ in lonely darkness and deserted beds,

Replay the scene again and yet again

Beyond a counted number in the head,

Producing Hope and Faith and Love to gain.

     Celebrities on screen we art to each

     Until the day for th’ other doth we reach!

LXXXI

A man who wants or gets a beauty of

A woman to his manhood validate

And mask his insecurities and shove

Them underneath a bloated ego’s rate,

To garner th’ admiration ‘f other guys

And win their praise, approval, and applause

With bragging words and many boastful cries,

Delighting in them asking what art their flaws

And for advice on how to emulate

His ploys and gambits to seduce as him,

Seeks only to serve himself in a mate,

To gratify his selfish lusty limb:

     Seducers little immature boys art

     Who hath no clue on matters of the heart.

LXXXII

O, Daughter of the LORD, let me thee woo!

I'm eager to, alike a Russian doll,

Uncase each layer from the largest to

The smallest, intimately knowing all!

Let me thy mind an entrance duly gain,

That I may know the manner of thy thoughts,

The contents 'f it, and th' reasons made most plain!

Let me a witness be t' expressions wrought

Which from thy heart doth manifest in ways

Of love, compassion, and for kindness' sake!

And of thy body let me feel its blaze

And sense its tender touch and wily shakes!

     For this is t' understand a soul replete

     And render a connection's bond complete.

LXXXIII

Let the appointed hour f'r us to unite

Be much alike the thunder's terror's shriek,

And like the blinding flash of lightning's fright

That would the primitives cause to cower meek!

Let it be as a stormy hurricane

That by a torrent terrible of rain

And sleet and hail and wind that 'tis a bane

To travellers their journeys make insane,

Or merchants selling goods that patrons rile!

Let it transpire like th' rumbles of the quakes

That tremors shake the earth and rock it wild,

'N' in great amazement even hides the Snake!

     O, hour of destiny upon us come

     So that together might we spasm cum!

LXXXIX

Wouldst thou give unto me a daughter child

We couldst together raise and nurture right?

I wish to watch a wife her belly mild

Expand and gloriously swell in sight.

I greatly crave to witness th' miracle

Of birth by seeing her come forth int' world,

To hear her cry and wail with lungs all full.

I want to watch her learn to crawl and hurl

Until she stands upon two legs and walks.

Desireth I to hear her babble sounds

Until she speaks her first word so to talk,

And whether it is "mom" or "dad" that's found.

     Wilt thou my dreams i' the flesh make manifest

     For then I wouldst at last count myself bless'd.

LXXXX

By what enigmatic ingredients

Doth souls collide and fasten in a bond,

So that each cling unto the other's sense

And its affect like ripples in a pond

That emanates in circles 'round and out

Influencing all encountered in its wake,

With powers unknown but always enroute

Toward 'n unfoldment for Humanity's sake,

I' the Soul enrichment only found in

Altruistic pursuits that renders t' others grace

And poise that may directed be in sin's

E'erlasting conquest of Earth's final race?

     O, this is my one lofty hope for us,

     So that we give it to the People thus.

LXXXXI

The border crossing signifies the death

Of what is old and th' origin and birth

Of what's the coming newborn vital breath,

Establishing the start 'f a life of worth!

A stark goodbye it is to phony friends,

Who flattered straight with lying lips and guile,

But uttering e'ery evil in the end,

To part the path for true friends full of smiles.

A final farewell hug t' my mistress lost

By h'r indiscretions of unholy play,

And opens now the way to my path crossed

By loyal a companion who ne'er strays.

     To leave one province and into the next

     Where gone is everything that made me vexed.

LL

To fall in love with thee and thee with me,

A better dream let any man proclaim!

When once the harlot burneth totally

And is reduced to desolation's shame,

All ill-begotten trouble is o' the past

And vanquished art the rabid obstacles

That bar th' Queen from her King's embrace at last.

Then art the hopes and dreams made capable

Of finally transmuting themselves to

Their fleshly form anticipated long

In hours and days and months awaiting t' woo;

Th' arrival comes in celebrated song!

     Let all the world for us rejoice and dance

     For now is ushered in the Lord's romance!

LLI

'N a country spot beneath a sky of stars

Upon the ground we lay near side by side

Without another soul for distance far,

We bear our hearts with not a thing to hide:

We talk of former dreams ne'er in flesh formed

And speak o' the disappointments long endured

And what lessons gained were from the storms

That shaped our characters and vanquished fear;

We share ambitious hopes for th' years to come,

What benefits they will to us incur

And how they will bless others in large sums,

Along with plans to realize them sure.

     To find our visions th' other doth reflect

     Will surely make our kindred hearts connect.

LLII

A blessing surely be it to behold

Thy visage first and last of every day

And fill the spaces unbetween untold

With sights and sounds o' the thy bold spirit's rays!

To beckon thee to dance with arms around my neck

And mine around thy trim and comely waist

Whenever th' urge aroused and stirred unchecked

O'ertakes my mind and senses put not t' waste;

Or to kiss thee upon thy lovely lips,

Or slip my tongue betwixt to mingle thine

Or plant a peck on nose or forehead tip

Whenever mine affections beg to shine.

     Eternity with thee as my Soulmate

     No better thing could I think of for my fate.

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