Sherazai

Silken tresses caressed by gentle winds awake from earthly death to work her enchantment Enchantress of earthly passion Thou art O'Willow Tree Motherly matron of potent medicine more sacred than Celtic lore unveil hidden wonders to the Isle of Glass fountain brilliance of precious gems Enchantress of men's desire Thou art O'Willow Tree Thy center bleeds milk unto lotus in season of Nightingale's siren call into valley of Serengeti, Zen Sunni wonderers to answer the Keeper-Bringer of Life that beckons thee to take part in the nectar of her fruits Enchantress of the body Thou art O'Willow Tree The king stag traverse her ro

Who, and what 'am I? Prettiness of Sight. Huwoman, Rose of the Forest. This is the Day the Creator has given. Prettiness of woman, overflowing Expressive Entertainer Luxuriant Florid Woman. His eyes have seen an extreme Pretty Rose. All alone, not by the roadway Nor of someone's garden. Grown in the wild among thickets Yet never stray, in Place she stay. This Rose he call Le Faye. Displaying her Beauty Only for you to see. Who, and what 'am I? Fairly Favourable Sweet, Fortitude Faithful Faye, Charitable woman of Hope And tropic qualities. Eyes like Petals, Freshly Open Comely, Upright position maintained. Dainty loving

Intimacy.... ignited by the flames of passion from flames essence burning crimson red ever so bright that night can't dim the flames within. Ecstasy.... desire in natural existance the need to liberate in beatific state of union with the ultimate reality spiritual fulfillment made possible by the ecstasy of our bodies Intertwined as independant entities. Combined.... love ignites Passion fed by the want and need for love, so our never ending Flame lives within transcends time and never dies. Copyright ©2004 Sherazai

Years of eternal bondage to be whipped, wounded, chained scorned for countless centuries. To be crucified, bearing the self same cross of opression and degradation. Insuferable damnation to be stripped of identity, culture and our women. Made wealthy off our backs. What compensation to be had but to bear bigotry the weight of racial supremacy. Copyright ©2002 ~*~ Sherazai

You discriminate! You persecute! You profile through your own eyes to what you see is right. Your hatred kills what I am. I am an American. You discriminate for what I belive in. You discriminate for the body I was born to. You discriminate for the clothes I wear. You discriminate for the way I chose to behave. Your hatred kills what I am. Your hatred kills the institutions this country was founded on. Your hatred kills everything that made us feel proud to be called Americans. This foul Beauracracy This corrupt Democracy, infringe upon my natural rights I was born to as any one else. You kill my Freedom to walk o

Part I Sky-fires hailed across sunrise; blinded by haze Her brother was driving the car, to be forsaken. Blood torn metal ablaze; A little girl did not expect her loved one to be taken. The terrified little girl peers through teary eyes From depths of debris; before climbing out of a burning nightmare, into an endless sea. Drowning in fog and smoke, stood the salvage remains of the car; she emerges from the wreck. A profound sense of tragedy maintains a stranglehold on breath. Without Mother and Father; Alone. A little girl sifting through the forsaken wreckage For remains or else just maybe the whereabouts Of the remaining members of

Is it Heaven to feel your hips against mine? Is it Pure song to hear your words of love? Is it my flame that makes you   s o yielding to my touch? Is it Desire yeilding ecstacy as our body tremble beneath earth-shattering e c h o e s our soul joined as one? Atman's iridescence, Love Passion Y e a r n i n g Blood rushing through our veins The beat of our hearts, Thumps Throbs Moans Cries Subsides Escalates Inhales Exhales S e d a t e d We travel the voyage over intergalactic waves Resounded, Felt Grasp H o l d i n g Water of the ways carrying my depth of milky t

She whispers into the wind She carries within her Tomorrow's light A yellow crescent that hides Behind the faint glimmer A small spark of hope Fuses Into the atmosphere A voice says If you listen You will hear the Limbs of Dandelions Fall weightlessly She stands as she leans against the hour Life is before her It speaks in tongues Prophetic lips Syllables patois-ed and rich Pungent flesh Red ackee Salt fish Jamaica christend her She impregnates her with sweet mango Nectar dips into Dunn's River Skin embedded in locks Sugar-caned dreads of Babylon Mixture of sweet milk and milo Robert Nesta's redemption song "Old pirate ships they rob I" She

i close my eyes to dream you were here and feel the warmth of your touch my heart ablaze by your caress melting everything inside me into nothing but liquid ecstacy of our passionate kiss of our sweet embrace longing for our passion ignited by your love i close my eyes to dream of your existence yearning for our bodies liberated by the hotness of your flames deep inside my love i close my eyes to dream with anguish longing for your touch wanting our intimacy ignited by flames of passion from a burning essence crimson red ever so bright that night can't dim the flames within i open my eyes to realize my flames are kept alive by your love i

while we sit idly by                  and watch millions die                    due to infected lies                    that we, every one              watch hunger and epidemic         run rampant throughout the world        with the pull of a trigger, taking lives                   while we stand idly by                   due to infected lies as                    the prick of a needle                    that infects our minds                  that it won't touch you ...                        like the fallacy       It is a man's made disease, "let them die"          Infected lies are blind to every creed