Feed My Soul
“Feed My Soul”
Eyes awaken in the morn,
To see another day.
Well rested,
But still feeling depleted inside.
I need you.
Need your warmth.
Need to feel your heavenly body.
Want to consume all of you,
As your heavenly shade explores my soul.
I want you.
Naked before you, my dear,
I come to you for the comfort
That only you can give.
This heavenly being is the Sun.
And in the morning, I let its warmth feed my soul.
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The Dream Catchers, Part 2
“The Dream Catchers, Part 2″
What is this gnawing at my core?
My soul feels different.
I can live again.
Smile again,
As I become one with the sun.
What is this feeling?
Seems like we’ve met before.
So familiar it is.
I can hardly contain it,
As it’s taken control of me.
I reached out my hand to you,
And you took me away
On a magical journey towards
Love and The Light.
I can see them now and feel them within.
What ever happened to the one gazing at a dream?
Realized that the gnawing at her core is Happiness,
And that it comes from within.
I can feel it in my soul,
And I let it illuminate my being.
Happiness escaped me for far too long,
But it’s come back to me.
And wherever it goes I shall follow,
Because I’m in love with it now.
I’ll never let it go.
Whatever happened to The One who gazed at a dream?
The One now makes dreams come true.
This journey has ended,
And the story has come to a close.
As Love and The Light controls my soul.
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April 4th at 40 Years (The Birthday Poem)
Earlier today, I took a stroll through my old neighborhood, and it felt so good. It seemed like everywhere I went, there were friendly hellos and smiles. Today is April 4, 2012…my 40th birthday, and I was surrounded by love.
“Welcome Home”
It’s been 5 years since I’ve been in your arms.
Forgotten how soothing your touch is.
How magical your embrace feels,
When you wrap your arms around me.
Love.
I can feel it.
Love.
I can say thy name.
You and I have changed so much.
I kept staring in your eyes,
As if we’ve never met.
You still amaze me after all this time.
I still love you,
And as we walked down 125th Street together,
All eyes were on us.
Some cosmic high you cast upon me,
And now I’m hooked.
Distance does make a much fonder heart.
Never fear me leaving you again.
You welcomed me home.
I now realize that I had it all with you.
I want it all with you.
I get it now.
I get that you loved me back then.
And Harlem, I now know that you presently love me too.
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What is the Man?
This poem is dedicated to the greatness that men achieve. You’re appreciated. “Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
“What is the Man?”
What is the man?
Let me take you on a journey,
And let me enlighten your mind.
Kings aren’t made.
They’re born
From regal cloth of man and woman.
Blessed be the day you were born.
At first a Prince.
The man learned his lessons well
While traveling through the Rites of Passage.
Onward young man, for you must go.
You must grow.
Time to stand tall.
Stand proud.
Shout from the hilltop that you’ve arrived.
You’ve earned that right.
The right to be.
The right to be a King.
What is the man?
He who has exposed his soul,
And followed his heart
To create for the masses
Work that will change the World,
If only in part.
What is the man?
This being.
This soul.
Such delight
To the eye that makes one weep tears of joy.
Blessed be the day you were born,
And praise thy heavenly name.
The man was destined to travel far.
What is the man?
The Prince who became a star.
The man whose name people will praise and sing.
What is the man?
The man is now a King.
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Kissing You Goodbye
“Kissing You Goodbye”
I’m kissing you goodbye again.
I’m saying farewell to heartache.
Should have never came back to you again.
So I leave ‘cause my happiness is at stake.
Never really knew you could be so cold.
Blind sided, I let you cut me so deep.
Let your sunshine and ocean nights grab hold,
And in your strong arms I’d be rocked to sleep.
What a twisted web you spun around me,
Where your light blinded me like night stars.
Wandering through darkness and could not see.
Never really knowing just what we are.
And what we are is a love in the past.
A love that has long fizzled out with time.
A love that I realized would not last.
With hope filled eyes, wanted it to be mine.
So I came back to you with hope in heart.
You treated me like your bitch in waiting,
Like I’d always be around; you were smart.
Los Angeles, you proved you are failing.
Never will I let you hurt me again.
Never again will you make my eyes cry.
Never will change my life for you again.
No, there’s no need for us to ever try.
I’m kissing you goodbye again.
I’m saying farewell to heartache.
Sometimes we have to say a painful goodbye to someone or something, whether it be abusive family members, friends, or even a way of life. This poem isn’t about a person, as you’ve noticed with my other “love poems” that I’ve posted on my site. Here, I’m saying goodbye to an old life, to make way for one that’s new. For it to be nicknamed “The City of Angels,” Los Angeles has proven to have some devilish ways, and has caused me nothing but the blues. Moving on and doing the right thing feels so good.
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Wanting You
“Wanting You”
I want you.
Your beautiful smile.
Your inspirational eyes.
Your ever-growing wisdom.
Your mind.
When I kiss you,
I want to consume all of you,
And allow thee to control my body and soul.
Vivid images I see.
When I close my eyes, my imagination explores
The pleasure you give.
A pleasure only known in Heaven?
Inspired.
An angel you are.
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Expressing Gratitude
Friday, December 23, 2011
Dear Creative Souls,
I realize that I don’t post something new everyday, or even every week. But I want to say, “Thank you” to everyone who has taken time out to visit my site, subscribe, like a post, or even make a comment. I truly appreciate it. I wish everyone a safe and happy holiday, and a wonderful new year.
Sincerely,
Samara Marie
“However great a man’s natural talent may be, the act of writing cannot be learned all at once.” -Rousseau
I guess this quote can apply to all genres of creativity.
Remain creative in the new year and beyond.
Beautiful
” Beautiful “
Such a beautiful sight I see,
When I stare at a photograph.
A story told without words,
That lets me use my imagination
To interpret what I see.
A brilliant little thing you are.
You let me exercise my mind
To stop and think
About the world in which I live.
A beautiful image that speaks so lovely.
Speaks so loud.
Lenox Lounge
Minton’s Playhouse
Showmans
Alhambra Ballroom
The Apollo Theater
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Could it Be
On Freedom: “No price is too high to pay for the priviledge of owning yourself.” – Nietzsche
“Could it Be”
Could it be that I know heaven?
Embraced in your strong hold,
Thoughts of a world unknown
Of a feeling never felt.
Making me think.
You teach me.
Words spoken from your tongue of gold.
You amaze me.
Making me smile.
Into your eyes, I gaze.
You make my heart feel safe
Whenever you’re around me.
Could it be that you’re my heaven?
A place that I’ve longed for.
A place where I can tear down my walls,
And open my arms and embrace it all.
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The Dream Catchers
Yesterday I saw amazing artwork that inspired me to write this poem. “The Dream Catchers” is the result of art inspiring art… artist inspiring artist. Thank you Mr. R.M.
“The Dream Catchers, Part 1″
Whatever happens to the ones gazing at a dream?
They scratch and claw their way through reality,
Which is a often a difficult road to travel.
They become the planners.
They become the thinkers.
And over time, they become strong.
Victorious in nature.
Peering through negative vibrations,
The gazers at a dream can still see their purpose,
Which is at the end of the road.
The gazers at a dream never say, “What if…”
The gazers at a dream always say, “I will…”
They set fire to a trail that will blaze behind them,
As they make their way forward.
Their arms are stretched out to embrace what’s theirs.
Whatever happens to the ones gazing at a dream?
They become The Dream Catchers.
They become you.
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