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byPrincess Namaste copyright@1-11-06 She.. is me, yet not me for we are different.. the black in the brown and the brown in the black blood bleeding the same but we are apart in our togethernes, pulling taunt but sliding easily to opposite sides... She is.... building me up to tear me down and making me laugh to make me cry and making me wipe tears thought long dried and she is healing my wounds to crack that whip to draw fresh blood and, and.. as I stand up after falling down again from her blow..(gentle blow..?), I am dumbfounded but in awe, of her.. her me, and me her..the same? For she is..me, but not really... and I ached and ached for pain to be reborn to joy in me for her but... (sighing now to catch failing breath) it is long gone and not coming back to me... for she is...me but not really and this togetherness is best done apart, this black in my brown and my brown in her black but She I must depart from-, my sister, my blood-, diluted. |
by Princess Namaste copyright@12-21-05 Unbearable, the thought of you not paying attention to me and giving all my time to someone else.. many someone else and it makes me... think of the hours I lived just waiting for you to pay homage to my existance but you turn away without so much as a look my way.. and you say that is what I always want, but I can ask of nothing else right now but that because... I depend on you for life-, my life for you are my mother and I the unborn child in your womb, waiting on you to recognize me before climbing on that table, yet again. |
by Princess Namaste copyright@April292005 The need The prick, I bleed red the cherry color it pours out of me and I try not to feel the pain overwhelmimg me.. The prick of innocent words wounding my heart and I remember you saying grow thick skin and don't take it so personally.. But I feel nonetheless The prick too sharp to hold in the tear drops down on cheeks already washed clean by torrents of tears all my own... The prick, necessary to regain self raw and open to them, men, lovers to be, my other half.. Thicker skin whilst being as soft as a flower is what you say.. This balance is what i need, but have not. |
by Princess Namaste copyright May1-2005 You came over and opened me up and slowly inserted you into me, riding slowly there before turning me over and riding me here, too... And I moan at the dexterity of your tongue and the verbal assault of your mouth and you fingering my mental cells, I am excited there, turned on there, wetted there, going there, with you.. Me matching your poetic rhythm rising up to meet you as you move upward and upward making me close my eyes and say "yes! yes! yes! Right there!" For you bring me there, dexterity of tongue verbal assault of the mouth, you finger my mental cells and I cry for more and more till I can hold on no longer and must and must and....must release on you, Climaxing on your mental tip, you making me climax on the mental tip, again. |
by Princess Namaste copyright@12/01/05 He holds the door, and stands unassuming while the other walks in the other walks in.. His eyes wonder to her, and his desires his desires are strong but he holds the door while the other walks in.. wishing to be the one she turns to for love and for holding in the late dark night when fear grips her and she wants to be hush, hushed.. shhhhh.. With so much love inside he wonders will she one day see him this woman that is his friend but that he wants more from but would never speak these words to.. these words to.. But he decides one day as he holds the door for both ofthem before stepping in so it closes bang, bang.. that he will not hold the door anymore because it grows heavy to hold, to hold.. Hold in these feelings no more he can and so on this day he steps in first and ushers her in after him and stands, stands firmly his ground before asking.. Can I be yours..yours? A smile creeps upon dark lips and she turns with key in hand and inserts it in the hole and closes, locks the door shut, tight shut so no one else will enter, there "what took you so long?" is the question she asks before surrending her love to the man who held the door to her heart open, all this time.. Now within she hands him the key for he has earned the rights to her heart, this heart, finally. |
by Princess Namaste; copyright@may29-05 Sometimes I wonder about us people, human beings, this we are different yet we produce like emotions that are expected to lead to the same God. We struggle with our differences and wish for sameness so that we can feel unique in expressing emotions that are sent up and expected to lead to the same God. We go through our motions and climb our individual mountains and we send up wishes fervent thoughts and words that only you can understand but you send them up and expect that they will lead to that same God. The struggle, the need to be.. under some higher level is so intense that I wonder... I wonder... what is right and who is on point and how can I expect that they, my words will lead to that same God. But the words turn in my head and as they are tossed around and hit into place by contradictions I see.. I see... that none of it, the puzzles and mazes matter because it is this need to succumb that leads my words to that same God, everytime. |
Princess Namaste's Bio:
Princess Namaste was born in Jamaica, but presently resides in Orange, New Jersey. Her love for poetry has traveled with her from her homeland to her adopted home of the United States, and is as natural to her as the air that she breathes.
Professionally, Princess Namaste is a Teacher, but her ultimate passion lies in writing and its various forms of expression. Not only is she a Poet, but a published author who earlier on in her writing career has written for her native paper, The Jamaican Star, and her school paper, The Rutgers' University Observer
Princes Namaste presently freelances for several noteworthy magazines, and websites. She is slated to have four self help articles published in the next few months and is presently working on a story, in the form of a scholastic book that she hopes will bring to light the effects of illiteracy within the public school system.
Additionally, in the near future Princess Namaste plans to publish what she calls "a unique book of poetry that will not only seek to touch the heart, but heal the soul as well." She hopes that her artform will continue to motivate and touch the lives of those who part take in it and will enlighten each person-, as her name, Namaste, infers-, 'to see the unique light in him/her, and therefore in other human beings.'
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