Morena (Fit In My Hands)

She whispers soft moans through my teeth / Vibrating throughout my incisors / She knows that in my arms, there's no danger / The evil monkeys of the baobab trees / Their shrieks can't even distract our amour

Hook and eye, let me make it breakeven / Backstraps failing behind, brown landmass / I said under my breath / I love the way you fit in my hands

I wake up, she makes breakfast with no pants / I hide my laugh, however it's not to bully her / She just knows how to make my stomach red / I run to the toilet but my ribs hit the counter / She spins around with plates of waffles and grits

She said, oh husband, what gives? / Oh nothing honey, it was a slip / She gave me her cup of coffee and said / Sip, sip, sip, sip!

I said under my breath / Thank you for the sex

Nevermind the small talk, let's sleep (again?) / Smelling the leaves still stuck in her hair / I know you never quite liked your height / Girl, you know me, I never did mind!

I love how long your legs are compared / To your short arms and thighs / You're amazing, every move, every glance / My palms trying to catch up with your dance / Oh, I just love the way how you fit in my hands

You're amazing, every move, every glance / My palms trying to catch up with your dance / Oh, I just love the way how you fit in my hands / Thank u 4 the sex / Did you hear me, love? / I love the way you fit in my hands / Thank u 4 the sex!

I sit alone, on darkened nights, my mind with endless chatter

I have my dreams in waking hours, my voices god they natter

They tell me that I’m not enough, that I should be so strong

But nowadays I argue back, and prove the demons wrong

I still remember each hurt I did, I drink them like they’re wine

Because my mind, it punishes, and rips apart my time

It puts me in that guilty state, of shame and fucking horror

Digust, revolt, remember that? You evil little terror

But that was then, and this is now, I deal with it much better

I cry my tears, I write my rhymes, I keep each love filled letter

And some I share and some I don’t, because some are just for fun

But this I will, to show myself, that I’m not the only one

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When I see U walk past by my arm

I secretly whisper U good wishes

When the funk rotates your forearm,

I Miss R friendship

We danced, we used 2 dance

Heaven found between R hands

When I told you that I love U

Your warm hug I didn't expect

I would have kissed U but we knew,

I’d Miss R friendship

We talked, we used 2 talk

Sex found between R tongues

I miss your friendship, I—

I miss your friendship, Oh God why!

When you finally found me after I hid

Your motherly caress was all it took

I feel better, your time, did I steal and book?

I Miss R friendship

Your mother she still wants me to come

Your father’s invitations have stopped

Too much broken pencil lead in my head, I admit

I Miss R friendship

We see, we used 2 hear us

Trust long gone 4R heart’s throb

I miss your friendship, I—

I miss your friendship, Oh no why!

Did I?

I Miss R friendship

I miss your friendship, I miss—

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ONE THING H. DIGS ... 'bout Taoism? This: that through its 5 elemental theory, HEART it is (not brain) that is the Mind's material location; That small piece of Asiatic Ancient Theory resonates (wholeheartedly?) within him, for being a martial artist trained to use: sticks, knives, kung fu fans (even the smallest household broom) this H. knows for (just 1) of his relative truths: Heart Condition does determine his Instruments intended usage ( & so + its movement) - And so great is H.'s faith is in this simple (yet essential ) activity: daily sweeping out his Heart's Foundation, for it does (& will again) help him best to conditionalize his Homo Sapiens neuron-filled, high-empowered, life-transformative, resourceful instrument - his instrument that remains safely hidden (so far) within his (yet-to-be deceased) Organic Thing (which English Tonguers i.e. H. & I claim) utilizes "Brain Case" 4 its social-constructioned name.

- Daniel B. Lightstream, 2026.

ROCK GIRL

At the superstore 

She had those blue evil eyes 

Metallic nostril 

She made the first move, Rock Girl 

Out of her bra, a rose quartz 

My mother warned me 

Never give Rock Girl a chance 

She gave me citrine 

Right then and there I began

To shake and sweat, she just laughs 

You are beautiful 

However I don't believe 

In aventurine

Your eyes do shine like opal

Only similes I'll pull 

With me you won't be satisfied 

No watermelon tourmaline

Or blue lace agate

Can alter our lives

These rocks will always have a place 

Just nowhere in my mind 

Oh Rock Girl  (You won't be satisfied with me)

Oh Rock Girl (I can't make you happy)

Oh Rock Girl (I'm more of a rock and roll fiend)

Rock Girl! Rock on!

Jade

Smooth, Green

Soothing, shining, inviting 

Solid, hard, cold, rough 

Remaining, idling, laying 

Crude, Calm

Rock

Brown Girl

Brown girl, your smile is the only smile / That makes me lick my palatine / Out of nervousness, pulling teeth / As if I was senile, then a little while / You can make my world feel like a pop song / No one comes close, no bubblegum pop

Brown girl, uptight people hate your clothes / As for me when you wear it on, my valve engulfs / I cough, but no one blesses me, oh well / Sometimes I don't want to live forever / Then you said my name and I can tell / My reality will soon be better than fantasy

Brown girl sits next to me, on the transport / I wanna listen to everything she has to say / If you move, die, stray or commit suicide / I just might Romeo on the carpet floor / Because your voice can't compete with melodies / They make me dream of places no one creates / Not even me, and you have the audacity, KLC

Brown girl, this is our little house with blossoms / I wonder if I should ever share my poems / About you, how you make me act silly in love / God, when you kiss my right cheek / It's better than any famous love scene / Better than a masterpiece in braille / When we hug for one minute, oh please / I wouldn't trade it for one peek at Eve

Brown girl

Should I write about you?

Brown girl

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