The Poet's Mission

Deceitful actions,
hurtful lies,
mindless thinkin,
waste of time,
able to save others
but herself..
7 seconds from being a whisper in the dark
rest in peace my soldier, my sister
but you wouldn't know how much this woman is dying
but you wouldn't know how much this woman had been crying
you won't see her many lines of worry
or the dark circles from sleep deprivation
but you'll always see her concentration
yearning for the penetration that will exceed to an ejaculation
to the depths of her mind
craving for stimulation to create a climax of a lyrical manifestation
that will impregnate a life
that will be her escape
when those who surround her claim her fate
this extravaganza will slide chills up and down her spine
her world in eternal bliss
from the knowledge this woman will possess
the rain will come down jus to kiss her lips
the sun will massage her body with warmth
like masculine hands dipped in enhancement oil
the wind will breeze it's fingers from her scalp to the tips of her hair
she'll straddle the clouds and ride into the sky
she'll feel so much comfort
like a lover holding her tight, staring into her starry eyes
lightning would halt its strike in the mist of her presence
thunder would vibrate the earth to acknowledge her presence
this supremeness at her request
will bless her with verbs, adjectives, clauses, vocabulary
conjunctions Webster hasn't heard of yet
who would thought ecstasy could flow through a poetic blood line
the cry out of others is not hard for her to find
so she ignores the afflictions of her flesh
the battle of her emotions
the cruelty of people
her well overflows, she pours out truth to heal their souls
persistently she loves this condition
to reach other's mind is the poet's mission