Oh~~~~the things we tend to share
again picture from the
book "Reflections of The Spirit"
by Maggie Oster
I was sitting on stratus clouds
Watching Gods go by
With waters in my eyes
Breathing, can you ever really know?
What a person holds
Deep inside?
I open my mouth
And not one word comes out
My voice has been strapped
Strapped cut open to the back
Slit down the middle like I swallowed Percy’s Sword
And Pegasus dances on my brain
To the Ravens’ forever more
Voice stripped down by God
Least that’s what it feels like
He felt like life be
Submerged from underwater as she
Embraces the slaughter
An brought to the world
a chaotic order
I emerge untouched
Unspoiled
See he felt like life be
Swimming and swimming so inside of me
He held my every fantasy
He held me as if he’d let go
…………he wouldn’t be able to breathe
If I step away, he would fall down on his knees
He felt like life be, and it felt
…he felt so good, so good to me
I open swallowing him whole
Inexperience taught me a whole bunch of shit I didn’t know
But Madea was sayin’, “baby take yo time, being like me yo granny
You fine as wine in the summertime, if he can’t connect wit yo spirit
Baby you don’t need to hear it”
But I did hear it
He reaches his hand inside and shaped my spirit As if it was clay
He connected to my soul, and knowing how that tend to go;
The soul’s kettle so easily to be mistaken
For the womb’s pot
My mind mistaken his spot-light
For the sun…or just really is he the one?
All my elements locked in debate
Cause I needs me some him
My heart is bleeding to death without him
(Damn can yall feel that?)
see there is no one cept Jesus
that can take me now
see there is no man cept Jesus
that I wont around
And see there is no brotha cept Jesus
that can lift me of this position of down
cause nigga you done figured out a way to bring me back around
and to let me down in:
hills and ponds, courtyards, dry landscape and tea houses
trees and strolls, rocks and stones, ornaments and plants
you set me down in:
design and principles, styles and elements and structures
and I’ve cried all the tears that was in me to cry
and just when I think I have no more inside
I……see your smile
and child I did everything less than commit a crime
to spend this time without you
do you know what it means to be thirteen shades of green?
having my placid raging within me?
I can’t do this without you
And I do want too
My biggest and brightest green is Envy
I am envious of those prison guards, cars and bars
Of those prison cells and beds that hold your heads
I am envious of those prison showers and towels
I am envious of your hands, are they better than I am?
You have turned my thirteenth green
Making her the better part of me
And now I have poison ivy growing out of my ass…………
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Reviews of "A Japanese Garden pt. 2"
Reviewed by Michael LaSalle (Reader)
Reviewed on May 29, 2007
Your brilliance, amazes me, mitzi, you take
the readers heart to the furthest depths and beyond!
your vision of soul sculpting, WOW, i am enchanted,
loved this soul rendering, expressing matters of the heart, poetess! you take my breath away, mike
Now this work slammed it, mixed it, hit it, twisted it,diced/sliced...need I say more?
There is nothing this poem did not do, this is more than a mere poem.
True flava mix that is for sure.
Captivating, exhilirating, exhonorating to Jesus (did that too!)
Girl you did ever thang up in here with this poem.
Yes, I know I could have been more formal straight laced,...this piece here deserves true standing ovations...CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, etc...keep on doing it Mitzi...you are hot!!!
Whoa!
"and to let me down in:
hills and ponds, courtyards, dry landscape and tea houses
trees and strolls, rocks and stones, ornaments and plants
you set me down in:
design and principles, styles and elements and structures
and I’ve cried all the tears that was in me to cry
and just when I think I have no more inside
I……see your smile
and child I did everything less than commit a crime
to spend this time without you"
Your work has left me mesmerized and speachless! You spew your feelings out, raw, forceful, aching and sincere, yet they are also sensuous, hungry, and explicit! You are true to your own laws of creativity and the results are amazing!
I don't know but I once knew a cop that had an affair with a lady that was the friend of his wife and they both got poison ivy. This is very interesting. Yes I thought it was funny.
Your fusion of classic garden aesthetics and mythological imagery mixed with contemporary urban language and sensibility gives birth to some truly astounding experiments in poetic creation. I think few artists have captured the corruption of individual spirit that can come from the betrayal of loving intimacy as you do in much of your work. The length of these pieces lead me to believe that your soul is pregnant with an exceptional novel that I will be only too happy to read one day. What you do now is unquestionably good but I feel it, at the risk of sounding a bit sovereign, growing even better. Truly fantastic work.
Mitzi,
While many may find this a contriversial subject matter, I find it as the free form of being, an unglazed, conversation with self.
It's one in the same of how I like my steak...rare and juicy!
Absolutely stunning material!
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the readers heart to the furthest depths and beyond!
your vision of soul sculpting, WOW, i am enchanted,
loved this soul rendering, expressing matters of the heart, poetess! you take my breath away, mike
There is nothing this poem did not do, this is more than a mere poem.
True flava mix that is for sure.
Captivating, exhilirating, exhonorating to Jesus (did that too!)
Girl you did ever thang up in here with this poem.
Yes, I know I could have been more formal straight laced,...this piece here deserves true standing ovations...CLAP, CLAP, CLAP, etc...keep on doing it Mitzi...you are hot!!!
Sincerely,
From the Heart of an Artist...
I, too, am awed by the power of your words--they are a force of nature to be reckoned with. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :)
I am awed
to bad we cannot have a crystal ball to find out how a lover will effect our futures....
this is amazing.
pax A
"and to let me down in:
hills and ponds, courtyards, dry landscape and tea houses
trees and strolls, rocks and stones, ornaments and plants
you set me down in:
design and principles, styles and elements and structures
and I’ve cried all the tears that was in me to cry
and just when I think I have no more inside
I……see your smile
and child I did everything less than commit a crime
to spend this time without you"
Your work has left me mesmerized and speachless! You spew your feelings out, raw, forceful, aching and sincere, yet they are also sensuous, hungry, and explicit! You are true to your own laws of creativity and the results are amazing!
You have an amazing talent...
...jeanne...
Felix
Love Tinka
Remind me to never let you sit on my lap..lol
Aberjhani
While many may find this a contriversial subject matter, I find it as the free form of being, an unglazed, conversation with self.
It's one in the same of how I like my steak...rare and juicy!
Absolutely stunning material!
Lisa
Your poetry is always unique, and superb!
etw