Remember, honor, and celebrate

I come to you today not for you to read my work but for you to remember a great and powerful soul.  I would hope that everyone at this point in time knows who Maya Angelou is but if you don't I would like to give you an opportunity to read a bit of her work. One of my favorites... Phenomenal Woman.
Rest in peace great lady. 

Phenomenal Woman

By Maya Angelou

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size   

But when I start to tell them,

They think I’m telling lies.

I say,

It’s in the reach of my arms,

The span of my hips,   

The stride of my step,   

The curl of my lips.   

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,   

That’s me.

I walk into a room

Just as cool as you please,   

And to a man,

The fellows stand or

Fall down on their knees.   

Then they swarm around me,

A hive of honey bees.   

I say,

It’s the fire in my eyes,   

And the flash of my teeth,   

The swing in my waist,   

And the joy in my feet.   

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Men themselves have wondered   

What they see in me.

They try so much

But they can’t touch

My inner mystery.

When I try to show them,   

They say they still can’t see.   

I say,

It’s in the arch of my back,   

The sun of my smile,

The ride of my breasts,

The grace of my style.

I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

Now you understand

Just why my head’s not bowed.   

I don’t shout or jump about

Or have to talk real loud.   

When you see me passing,

It ought to make you proud.

I say,

It’s in the click of my heels,   

The bend of my hair,   

the palm of my hand,   

The need for my care.   

’Cause I’m a woman

Phenomenally.

Phenomenal woman,

That’s me.

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outside isn't always what's within

It is a matter of self-expression 

The guise of my internal impression

Saw, seen, seeing, is what you get 

Loved, love ,loving, the spurn, hating the fret

Outward not seemingly painfully mauling 

Unseen inside hidden, screaming,  free falling 

Fatefully heaving overly sedated sensation

Retreading faint, warped, blurred revelation

Seeding, festering, faking, every emotion

Growing monstrous, clustering, black commotion

Bright, blinding, shimmering, false, swallowing, light

Fading, blinding, dark, covering, suffocating, night

Engulfing, blinding, searing, cathartic, quickening, fright

Who are you to judge

Who are you to look at me and so self-righteously judge

I have survived the monsters that creep from emotional sludge

The ones that pull and rip at you even at your very best

The ones that cause your heart to ache immensely beneath your chest

You have not been even close to the furnace where I am

You could not hold up for one minute in this storm where I stand

Do not pretend you understand empathize with or see me

You know nothing of my inner demons that refuse to free me

Faith is nothing without the unbridled will to fight

Put down your plastic condemning faux sword of right

Phony concern and a thinly masked condescending face

Go back from where you came this is not your place

Take your cliches and your advice and ride them home

I’d rather continue the unwinnable battle honorably and alone

Say what you want to my face or… wait til my back is turned

It is not my self-respect and unforgiving soul that will be burned

I have always followed my heart come what will or what may

Will you still be able to look at yourself in the mirror every day

As insignificant as I am you are no angel… no… better than me

Maybe someday you will come closer to a great… weight lifting epiphany  

Daggers and blame solve nothing and all of us should be free

Writer's heaven

I Hope there is a place where fallen authors go

Where words never fail them and they never hear no

Somewhere where they are appreciated and revered

Where rejection does not exist so it is not feared

Where there is time to spare to think and write

Where sleep is not needed and it is never night

A place where all the greats sit and share their thoughts

A place where prompts are never needed or sought

A place for all the greats to always cross paths

Tolkien, Hemmingway, Clancy, Wolfe, and Plath

Perhaps they would have tea with Stoker and Poe

A session of the most helpful writing tips they know

Occasionally letting in meek hopefuls like myself

So I could tell them how their books, in life, sat upon my shelf

I would tell them what they meant to me and so much more

How honored I was to walk into this special heaven’s door

I hope there is a place where fallen authors go

Where words never fail then and they never hear no

Partners

Accost my senses with your flesh
Turn me into your burning wretch
Away with sweet precious and gentile
Bold, powerful, and hard are what I crave, what I feel
Electrify and mold me with your hands
Ravage my body with haste where it stands
Brand my neck with your searing breath
Make my heart race and want to jump from my chest
Trace my curves with your lips and tongue
Pull me in like we've just begun
Take me so close to that high then pull me back in
When I tangle my fingers in your hair, force me down and start again
Speak no words, ask no favors
This is not commitment it's animal behavior.
Seek me out night after night again and again
Be my lustful destiny not my daytime friend.
Enter me with purpose and desire
Two halves of one passion one fire
Seek not vows, or golden rings
Find me in the dark and make my body sing.



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You

I see you ...
Talk to me
I hear you...
Get to know me
I want you...
Touch me
I love you...
Ravage me
I saw you...
Don't talk to me
I heard you...
Forget about me
I don't want you...
Don't touch me
I hate you...
Leave me



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