I want to Eat Your Words

 

I have read your emails and comments about hearing more of my poetic flow, so I wanted to post something special today.  I wanted to start off by telling you about the book I read more than any other book in my collection.  My Bible.  This book has drama, scandal, intrigue, pearls of wisdom and is the  quintessential manual for living the right way.  I try to follow this amazing guide to living and do everything the bible says. I really try, but I have to be real and tell you that sometimes I fail. Yes, sometimes I fail.

Miserably.

But that doesn't stop me from trying.

I love God and I love his words. The Poem I am about to share with you is about this book having words so powerful that it is like a good meal.  The words are so good...that I want to eat them. 

And now here is my poetic flow:

I want to Eat Your Words

I want to eat your words

Let them stimulate my taste buds

And wake up with the flavor on my tongue

I want to eat your words

And let them simmer in

The oven of my spirit

Then breathe the aroma on my enemies

I want to eat your words

Till they taste like

Peach cobbler and ice cream

Served by the Virgin Mary in the sanctuary

I want to eat your words and watch my spirit rise

Like bread

Till your scent runs around the corner

And folks line up just for a taste

I want to eat your words like

They were the last entree

In the buffet line

I want to eat your words

Digest them in my soul

And defecate the remains on

My enemies

I want to swallow your words whole

Then regurgitate

Psalms, proverbs and parables

I want to eat your words

And then lick my fingers

To get the last drop of anointing from my plate

I want to eat your words till they blend

With my own

To form rhythms and sounds

Laced with holy spirits, cherubs and the ethereal music of my soul

I want to eat your words

To lift me up above my trouble and

End my weariness

I want to eat your words

Until I am full

 Eat

Savor

Digest

Friday Flow

I decided to kick a little flow today. We have explored fashion and food and now it is time for you to experience my flow.  This poem like a lot of my writing, was sparked by a conversation.

A man asked me recently what it takes to get close to me and what I want in a man. I thought about it.  And it took me a millisecond to answer it. This poem expresses my sentiment.  Let me know your thoughts.

You better make me smile

I need to smile like theres a million dollar check

In my mailbox

And you better not hurt me

But make me smile

The way I did when I held my son in my arms

After ten hours of labor

Make me smile

like

A child on Christmas morning

That still believes in Santa Claus

A smile Like I just got  paid and its Friday night

I don’t need a stone set

And matching baguettes

But a smile?

You better make me smile

Because a big d*** and good looks

Is like a carbonated drink

It gets flat after a while

And if you can’t make me smile

You need to inspire me

Like speed chasing light

Or Bach adding another note to the symphony

Or Jesus walking on water

And if you cant inspire me

You need to encourage me

I mean pull out the pom poms when I’m losing the game

Encouragement

Or jump off that cliff baby

I’ll catch you if your wings aren’t strong enough to make you fly

encouragement

And if you cant inspire me

Maybe you can ignite me

Light me up like a trail of fire

Chasing fuel

Or Mercury flirting with Venus

And if you can’t inspire or ignite me

Dammit

You need to celebrate me

I’m talking cherry bombs burst, fireworks big production bang

celebration

Roll out the red carpet because I’m comin

celebration

Kiss my daddy for making me

celebration

Butter cream frosting on moist cake

celebration

Distill your own wine because

They don’t make one with enough complex notes and flavor to capture my effervescence

Celebration

And if you can’t inspire, encourage, ignite, or celebrate me?

 if you can’t do any of that?

The least you can do

Is make me

smile