You’re Mine

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The way you look in my eyes,
And act as you have known me
All my life.
Then trust I feel when I’m with you.
The way you whisper sweet nothings
In my ear.
The way you make me feel when,
I think of your name all day long.
The way I imagine your fingers,
Caressing my body.
The warmth of your loving embrace.
The sweet nothing’s I feel when your
Lips touch mine.
The tingling sensation I feel of your
Lips kissing all over my body.
You have no idea of the sweet bliss
I feel when I’m near you.
What started out as like,
Turned into love,
And now You’re My Everything…
My Blind Infatuation…

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Ingredients of Love

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Love is patient, love is kind
Clearly your thinking someone is on my mind
But it’s not just one person,
Its several people
Why?
Because I want to show them love
These ingredients are only my opinions,
These ingredients are ways in which
I show them my love
It’s not in order
But
It’s from my heart
These ingredients mixed up all in one equates my love
These ingredients of Love I call it
These ingredients are of Love can be many
It can be a few
It depends on the person
However ever you define yours,
I want to always show mine with
My heart blazed with fire to symbolize my passion
My Ingredients of Love

Oath of the Silent

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Confessions wrapped in lessons, full of impressions, of objects for affection.

Rooted in blame, embarrassed and ashamed, with nothing to keep sane.

Laughing through pain, searching for fame, as if it’s a game, with endless aim.

Enemies surrounding, not loosening its grip, waiting for loose and unattended flesh to rip.

Crying out for help, silent tears, invisible hopes, to cover up fears.

Peace or understanding is what naysayers ridicule and chuckle over, knowing their plight is to cover up notions they can devour, by forcibly placing attention on delusions of grandeur.

Persistence, patience, and perseverance, are virtues one should hold near and dear, always reaching for goals and dreams, professing spiritual awakenings of growth, to heal wounds, blocking its shine.

Oppressed, shunned, and hushed for uttering injustices, these silent and afflicted personages, rise towards opposition, tearing down its cast of shadows, masking as giants.

Division and separation must terminate, replacing with unity and love, giving strength to those who suffer through isolation and alienation.

A reinvigorated decree of liberation, now grants opportunity to recently reformed people, willing to harness the responsibility, to be, no longer silent.

-MCJ

Pocket

A-Tisket, A-Tasket,
playing games, essentially a bet,
without fear of gratitude, or debt.
Hickory, Dickory, dock,
they holler, scream, and mock,
always ready, to lock or rock.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe,
fighting fair, without hearing no,
pressing hard, always on the go.
A limited month is given,
hoping and wishing, it’s Unforgiven,
without regard to the inconstant cleft, or riven.
Instead, cheer,
no boos or jeers,
a celebration of love over fears.
Give a metaphorical socket,
moving faster than a rocket,
now placing, a wocket in your pocket.