My sweet Valentine

Forget the roses,

Forget the chocolate,

Wrap yourself up in this blanket,

Cause babe you’re the gift,

Your presence none can duplicate,

They’ll just make mistakes,

Your loving Im sure to take,

Its the real deal,nothing fake,

So glad that we flow in love,

And God sent you from up above,

We fit together like hand and glove,

I keep counting my blessings,

Cause baby your my biggest flex!

Written by

L.G

46 President

As one leaves another steps into the office,leaving trails of orange brick roads,

One that isn’t guaranteed to lead us home,

Black long jackets,dark gloves and quivering voice,

The people didn’t have much of a choice.

And as a day ends a new one begins,and the room goes quiet and everyone is asleep,

We’re anxious to know what ideas the new leader brings.

We want an overnight change

But it wont come so,

We must work from the ground and get to the top.

Forget colors,come together,

Pray more than ever,cover your family and kids,

For we have never seen such a year as this.

Written

By L.G

My loving bed

In my loving bed I am her,I am she,

She who is empowered,who inbetween her legs lies the power,

The power to manifest,bring the birds to my nest and offer me a sweet escape from my rent that’s due,

My bills get paid though,he offers to pay them well before the night is through.

In my loving bed I am loved,lied to and made love to,

My taboos are unleashed and we become free,

But as soon as he leaves his scent makes me nauseated,Im terrified of the dark as they call out my demons,

Im afraid to be alone and its sad that my sweetness,wetness is temporary for Im left dry,unwanted

My plane had landed with no destination..

My sheets are stained and no help to clean it..

Written by

L.G

Inspired by Spike Lee’s she’s got to have it.

Was inspired

By the stroke of your hand on my skin,

The scent of morning coffee,butter cookies,

The Mystery of the night,the way they light a millions gallaxies so bright,

Inspired by the scent of your body,the filling up of my nostrils as you hold me,

The way you whisper my name,

The way you love me all the same,even when there is nothing to be gained,

But my time and love,

Our love inspires me

Written by

Laurna Guiste

In this Moon

Tonight in this moon,

I recall the earthy scent of his perfume,the taste of leaves beneath his tongue,

In this moon,I recall walks, talks and spontaneous kisses,

Ahh that memory my heart misses,but my mind knows better than to be stuck here in nostalgia.

But tonight I remember that time when we were together,

Smoked weed in the darkness,spoke downright madness,

Trespassed inhibitions and danced in the twilight of the morning,

In that moonlight night

Life enrolled like a movie that I led,a wild book that I read,

In this moonlight these thoughts play in my head

Tonight.

Written by

L.G

Sweet Addictions

It’s that sweet nectar from your flower,that got my wings frantic,

That crumple of cookie in my mouth corners,

That I forgot to wipe,that leaves me guilty,

That last pull of herb that made me artsy,

That sip of wine that brought on a swiftness to my wrist,

That satisfaction that brought me to my knees,

That forbidden fruit that got banned,

The filling of emptiness,the taboo that excites,

The longing,the desire,

The intensity,that fire

The space between wanting but refusing to give in,

That control is insane

Written by

L.G

Joe’s Square

It’s Friday and I’m heading to Joe’s square,

Joe’s square where the drunk men tip heavy,

And the waitresses swear,

Where no one cares if your back is bear,

And the wallpaper has lost its color and they sell the best beer.

Joe’s Square where everybody knows everybody,

And if they don’t means your just not from there,

Joe’s Square where the music starts at six and ends at one,

Joe’s Square where everyone hangs to have a lil fun,

A place to release some stress after a long week,

Joe’s square is not for the weak,cause the bar man will roast you if you too shy to speak,

Its the place for the bold,loud and obnoxious

A place you’ll forget by Monday cause of what you drank there,

But by Friday you’ll be right back at the Square.

Written by

LG

Monthly Visits

So,

This unpleasant visitor is at my door again,

The one that not only irritates you but causes some kind of physical pain,

He purposefully scratches against the wall, sometimes kicks the sides,and lingers

He makes a slow,painful trail in the hallway,

Leaving marks,sometimes stains,he’s so disgusting

He makes all the neighbourhood women Moody,angry,irate

Some women are sick enough to get horny for the old prick,

We surely get tired of him coming around,

Sometimes he stays three days,five, seven all depends on the woman

Sometimes he shows up early and though he’s not directly at your door knocking he leaves a note saying I’ll be with you shortly.

He’s so annoying and can you believe he comes every month!!

Yea,dressed in a slick, red suit,

No one misses him but he surely reminds us of our womanwood.

Written by

L.G

Written

There once was a world

I once resided, in a world where the people were divided,

They became foes because of silly things like the color of their skin and their clothes,

It was a world of blue and red,

Where ones fame got to their heads,

Where the rich man became richer and the poor man continued to beg.

It was a world where many were asleep,

Where the sheep remained as sheep,

and the wolves preyed on the innocent

And on social media our days were spent,

It was a slow,preceding slope

Where humanity lost all hope.

Written by

L.G