|CapriCorn - a young girl's innocence interrupted
By l0nnieugene on 05/10/2007
Ur Afri-born, CapriCorn.
So, of course, the force
of a sin-touched world
has fought, sought
2end, crush Your pearl.
But You rest in
the sphere of the Equator.
It is near 2being Your peer
except that You were destined,
it’s clear, 2b greater.
Yours is the boldest solstice.
which is why evil locks on2Your equinox.
Its condemnation grip
attacks, attempts 2attach,
but cannot absorb it.
So Your constellation slips
n2 a safe orbit.
tho he tried2 soil & mesh
Your Royal flesh
You escaped Hoods–&-Ropes
circled the Cape of Good Hope
yet still felt regret-snared
with a secret shared
with few You
suffered the starved desire
of a body barbed wire,
high self-esteem barred
the drain of pain left extreme
He carved “You’re dead” on Your forehead
---‘red scarlet of the bed harlot,’ he said.
His kiss stilled the grist mill of Your girlhood.
After him Your world would
change, rearrange n2 chains, never 2b the same.
Or so he thought! CapriCorn, he thought
You were ½free, scorned whole
believed Your torn soul
But Your signs were/are aligned
with the peace of mind drum roll hour
thru which was released-in-time untold power.
So tho the future seemed 2forebode slave
Your soul’s saved.
4Ur Water of Earth, Daughter of Dirt
~~~~acreage unspoiled, sacred soil~~~~
So Your Holy1 kissed fruit tree bent
down slowly 2sun-enriched nutrients
& grew n2 a giant, vivid oak
---a scientific stroke
of Black Venus genius
---as well it should be:Your sweet, bliss-qualities
are the precursor of Roman & Greek mythologies.
Thru Your speech & nod
You created the Greeks’ gods.
Your Mother’s Milk is others’ silk.
Your breast produced Zeus’ juice.
He suckled the supple ripples
from Your cupful nipples.
That fresh root fruit juice has induced
many men n2 rivers of rhythm
delivered them from schisms
n2 latitudes of gratitude.
Yes, Your life has been deep hole entangling
with steep goals angling
in divers directions
but it’s Your striver’s perfection
that’s what keeps gold dangling
in the rich veins & vessels of Your mind’s mine.
No Ur not a darker thriller by Arthur Miller.
Your are a spark of confidence
straight from the Dark Continent.
Your appeal is equally philanthropic
& no other appeal can top it.
© By l0nnieugene On 5/10/2007 12:08:33 AM