tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76935770086572362832024-03-13T06:08:51.521-07:00The literal fluidity emits in abundance...Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-19657406833065096792010-02-09T14:48:00.000-08:002010-02-09T15:15:38.432-08:00The Journey (+ spoken word video)*This is a poem that I did as part of a tag I received on youtube. The tag is called "Loc Star Poetry", and it was a lot of fun particpating. I made a video response to the tag today and I hope that you check it out below :-)*<br /><br /><br />As I travel to the land of my locs<br />the texture consumes me,<br />from root to tip is a precious journey, with a foundation <br />built with courage, strength, liberation and love...<br />and naysayers watch me,<br />negativity caught in the back of their throats, ready to spit<br />but I dare them to cough up their lyes....<br />to know my locs is to know me,<br />the natural pryncess that I have become<br />finally flying, overlooking the stereotypes that use to weigh me down<br />finally giving birth to a freedom that i never knew could exist in me<br />finally outside of a box that became too cramped up with synthetics, <br />finally...being true to myself.<br />and the journey to loc'dom continues, and I shall remain the one who's driving...<br /><br />Pryncess Poetiq, 2010. <br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" 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are to <br />each and every whisper, moan, and declaration<br />hanging onto his words like a cliffhanger<br />on the verge of falling...back in love.<br />imagine my mouth<br />how it dives into this perfect kiss<br />he feeds me words like "i'm sorry, please forgive me"<br />using his lips to spoon it all in <br />and I'm left full for many days...<br />then imagine my surprise<br />when I find that my eyes...<br />my ears...and my mouth<br />betrayed my wishful thinking<br />letting heartache write a fairy tale...<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2010.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-14667871880705089832009-12-11T21:49:00.000-08:002009-12-12T08:56:37.050-08:00straight jacket love...and the rocking begins<br />back and forth i fill my head with unnecessary dreams<br />over-the-top little inquisitions<br />thinking...wondering...pondering<br />brain swimming in the pond of the impractical<br />i struggle through it<br />giving sugarless smiles<br />and half-hearted answers and nods<br />as heartache simmers in the pot of burning insanity<br />crazy in love<br />psychotic in lust<br />disturbed in the withdrawal of everything...<br />and I discover my own simple diagnosis<br />not all there...<br />because you are not here...<br /><br />(c)Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-73169865551478102162009-11-07T23:36:00.000-08:002009-11-07T23:38:26.998-08:00Untitled QuickieEvery night lies poetry on my pillow<br />so slow and melodic,<br />expressions and subconcious thinking spills onto every thread count<br />embedding them with the stories of my life.<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-27635663276952398172009-11-03T22:57:00.000-08:002009-11-04T13:06:25.018-08:00Carnal Consciousauto-focused on caramel glazed skin<br />instantly sucked in by the lusciousness...pressing<br />gliding...smoothly<br />against the cocoa of me...<br />too breathless to call out his name,<br />i rely on the palpitations beating a rhythm<br />much like the ebb...and...flow of our bodies<br />releasing emotions through the song of moans<br />our music becoming a harmonious sinful edge... <br />the drips of our sweat rain into the sheets<br />as his thrusts elevate their frequencies to overload<br />and I no longer control this erotic madness...<br />and start to<br />slowly...die...<br />...resurrected, by reality.<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-68643852383286936922009-10-22T21:52:00.000-07:002009-10-22T21:54:36.701-07:00Captured<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV73ae526RU/SuE2_mzgIgI/AAAAAAAAACI/pDwwCNhS8Uo/s1600-h/heartleaf.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FV73ae526RU/SuE2_mzgIgI/AAAAAAAAACI/pDwwCNhS8Uo/s320/heartleaf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395654294942786050" /></a><br /><br />his heart thumps against hers<br />giving her codes detected by her own,<br />signaling those passionate beating rhythms<br />as the satisfaction of them being there,<br />close and with undying passion...<br />the wind blows,<br />scattering the dance of leaves around them,<br />as if even nature notices the magic that they possess<br />such a glow,<br />the highlight of an otherwise day of normalcy<br />their love, <br />the simple focus of an invisible world.<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-21309249368843965282009-10-11T12:21:00.000-07:002009-10-11T12:22:11.918-07:00The Brew"When the wind through the window<br />Blows across your pillow<br />And tells you sleepin' is wrong<br />If love goes a thirstin'<br />'Till you feel like burstin'<br />Then nothin' but the blues are brewin'..."<br />--Billie Holiday and Louis Armstrong "The Blues Are Brewin'"<br /><br /> <br />...And the brewage inebriates my soul<br /><br />waiting for the moon to light the path to what makes me whole<br /><br />because the answer lies no where else,<br /><br /> <br /><br />I know nothing but the pain<br /><br />when your departure makes the rain<br /><br />circling puddles of wonder within myself...<br /><br /> <br /><br />and I crave for you<br /><br />like the hunger of a thousand taboos<br /><br />stirring in my stomach, harsher than the butterflies,<br /><br /> <br /><br />no matter about all the wrongs<br /><br />in my heart, you still hold a sweet little song<br /><br />of what we have built, even if it's a passionate lie...<br /><br /> <br /><br />my blues are cold like the hue in which they resignate<br /><br />as your heart hides and hesitates<br /><br />to marinate beyond the reach of our fire,<br /><br /> <br /><br />fermented memories lost and blind<br /><br />with covered eyes, and closed off mind<br /><br />as Billie sympathizes my desire...<br /><br /> <br /><br />Satchmo's trumpet becomes my story<br /><br />and I'm hoping the morning will bring me glory<br /><br />because the brew is quickly turning stale,<br /><br /> <br /><br />silly of me, wanting what's no longer mine<br /><br />still, I long for our sparkled time<br /><br />knowing he is forever of no avail...<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2008.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-27720907489239557442009-10-11T12:05:00.000-07:002009-10-11T12:08:26.599-07:00Heat<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV73ae526RU/StItDMU-uuI/AAAAAAAAACA/Nadkt7k10ng/s1600-h/ansel-butler-in-the-heat-of-passion.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV73ae526RU/StItDMU-uuI/AAAAAAAAACA/Nadkt7k10ng/s320/ansel-butler-in-the-heat-of-passion.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391421236787985122" /></a><br /><br />the room is aflame<br />ignited with our passion<br />a hell of pleasure...<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-88034123168460622792009-10-10T12:30:00.000-07:002009-10-10T12:32:04.473-07:00Love Still...My <br />mind is a rebel...<br />trying to run away <br />from the truth <br />I'm drowning <br />in the waterfall <br />above my head<br />it won't wash <br />this feeling away<br />starting to believe <br />that freedom <br />is just an illusion...<br />but<br />maybe I'm safe <br />from my weaknesses <br />my personal rain has fallen <br />in liquified incognito <br />and the shower <br />is too loud<br />no one <br />can hear my cries...<br />he<br />shows up again...<br />and I wish<br />and I crave <br />for my fingers <br />to go through those <br />soft braided curiosities<br />otherwise I dread him,<br />and it adds fueled irony<br />to fire <br />that slowly burns <br />into more emotional infernos...<br />I<br />am hopeless... <br />until perfumed lather <br />awakens my senses<br />kidnapping me <br />when my will is free<br />in temporary relief, <br />and away from missed memories <br />that I now possess <br />far and alone.<br /><br />(c)Pryncess Poetiq, 2007.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-26844960499745062972009-10-10T12:20:00.000-07:002009-10-10T12:21:24.320-07:00My Manbutterflies dance beneath the surface of my body<br />at the mere sliver of you<br />just the crevice of you would be enough<br />whipped cream to an already sweetened dream...<br />...you, man...<br />delectable in spirit and skin, <br />lips stung by beauty and masculinity<br />eyes, captured in deep thoughts and intrigue...<br />oh, man...<br />you go to my head<br />like ice cream swallowed much too swiftly<br />your touch causes my soul to freeze<br />into a realm of our togetherness and sensuality<br />and please don't let this thaw...<br />...yes, man...<br />i want you for infinities<br />long after the earth dies out and becomes dust,<br />and if we were two lonely grains of sand<br />i'd only hope we'd never be whisked apart...<br />...my man.<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-46976489429090897602009-09-29T17:33:00.000-07:002009-09-29T17:35:31.321-07:00Lostyou feel like springtime<br />while snow twinkles under moonlight<br />and ice is crushed below moving tires outside your window...<br />you unhibernate me<br />releasing the caged bird of my most sweetest modesty<br />and i love<br />and i scream...<br />screaming like i could never have 2morrow<br />all that matters<br />and all that's left is <br />this night<br />this moment<br />lost in us<br />losing my purity, innocence and me.<br /><br />© Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-37640527482748656142009-09-29T17:31:00.000-07:002009-09-29T17:32:25.145-07:00Sun, Moon and Stars (Haiku)the sun will decay<br />and the moon will birth night, till...<br />a dream that stars you.<br /><br /><strong>(c)Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.</strong>Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-30428207222809583972009-09-29T13:58:00.000-07:002009-09-29T14:21:41.954-07:00Meditation of InfatuationMy posture...sitting in lotus position<br />as unrealistic contemplations <br />overcrowd my thinking space <br />leaving no vacancies for fresh deliberations<br />he is dreamy<br />hotel accommodated in my brain<br />& who knows when check out time is... <br />wondering what personified fragrance he is wearing<br />& how it would smell rubbed off on me <br />inquiring what mix of flavor his lips would be<br />if they were to graciously touch mine... <br />I want a taste of his forever<br />so that I can receive the recipe<br />to get to his heart<br />his love is like a heavy downpour<br />& I'd take the risk of getting wet<br />but he is unreachable<br />like a never-ending mountain<br />that I cannot grasp to the top of....<br />& it crumbles down on me<br />dissatisfaction on my tongue<br />hard not to swallow its thick consistency<br />the funk of this impractical meditation<br />tricky to disinfect my spirit.<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2005.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-66356392631314902472009-09-29T13:24:00.000-07:002009-09-29T13:28:21.068-07:00Paint YouI love to paint you<br /><br />without a paintbrush<br /><br />colors, or an easel...<br /><br />easily,<br /><br />I paint you within the strokes <br /><br />of my pen,<br /><br />its magical...<br /><br />more beautiful, <br /><br />the way your energy feeds my soul to<br /><br />write,<br /><br />I think of you softly between <br /><br />metaphors, freeverse<br /><br />and pretty cursive, <br /><br />just as your kisses become haikus...<br /><br />when I paint you<br /><br />we dance between limericks,<br /><br />and your smile translates to art,<br /><br />your idyllic soul, gentle as watercolors<br /><br />transforms scribbles to poetry,<br /><br />to create a masterpiece <br /><br />already all my own...<br /><br />2007.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-47775200673207091162009-09-29T13:08:00.000-07:002009-09-29T13:16:55.958-07:00Cruel MemoryIn the genesis of our existence<br /><br />our passion was fresh<br /><br />pure, looking for emotions to become concrete<br /><br /> <br /><br />he left me with a sense of assurance<br /><br />my heart obtuse<br /><br />but heedless to what hindered us to be complete<br /><br /> <br /><br />reminiscent as a warm November<br /><br />we were beautiful with the feeling of timelessness<br /><br />although the time rendered us unusual<br /><br /> <br /><br />then the sand of our hourglasses <br /><br />had surrendered their last grain<br /><br />and the perception of our souls were no longer mutual <br /><br /> <br /><br />he is a cruel memory<br /><br />as the rain of my irises<br /><br />are constantly strewn all over the floor<br /><br /> <br /><br />my dreams are just a torturing imagery<br /><br />of how your conclusion bullies my seclusion<br /><br />but will I ever not love you anymore?<br /><br /> <br /><br />only the brokenhearted could understand <br /><br />how much pain is involved<br /><br />when all you have is love's silhouette<br /><br /> <br /><br />and just like a defaced masterpiece<br /><br />he's something I don't want to remember<br /><br />but left struggling to forget.<br /><br /><br /><strong>(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2006.</strong>Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-63742938589408030672009-09-15T18:17:00.000-07:002009-09-17T13:10:15.370-07:00Blindall she wants is something simple and gentle<br />feeling it softly along the length of her body and strength<br />a sensitive spot in her heart<br />wants to be noticed<br />as it beats agaisnt her sugary ignorance<br />her sensual smile speaks to every guy she wants to know<br />hoping they will decipher her code...<br />but one by one<br />they enter her blind<br />and her eyes are closed, too.<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2007.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-7409483346873932112009-09-15T17:46:00.000-07:002009-09-15T17:55:23.192-07:00Good NightI caressed the soft kink of his long locks<br />intertwined into my curious fingers<br />he laid with closed eyes<br />allowing me to massage his mind<br />our thoughts floated freely<br />into the bedroom air<br />we're relaxed<br />from prior ecstasies<br />our body heat like chemistry<br />kinetic vibes of aromatic warmth<br />rested in dignified tranquility<br />his passionate eyes looked into mine<br />fingers stroking my face<br />as if it was too delicate to touch<br />he made long, invisible trails into my chocolate skin<br />and told me of his love<br />so influential like poetic verses<br />his voice weaved me into euphoric rhapsodies<br />beyond Earth<br />dancing among the stars and moon<br />and we lay<br />infused<br />face 2 face<br />heavy eyelids draped slowly<br />until nothing but peaceful darkness...<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2006.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-70048228636013507352009-09-15T17:21:00.000-07:002009-09-15T17:33:43.063-07:00LoveSicksilence is a wall between us<br />and I refuse to break the breach of peace<br />the signature of my anger is on the dotted line<br /><br />my inner being to love you is clouded<br />even when it's strong as an obsession<br />and I still anticipate you being mine<br /><br />we are a distant existence<br />and my love has become more of a challenge<br />as my impulse throbs for us to grow<br /><br />tired of the safe satisfaction<br />one that does not complete this puzzle<br />of waiting for a concious status to glow<br /><br />I search for solace in my solitude<br />and I'm soon headed for a permanent departure<br />as the moon promises to glisten my tears<br /><br />an insane struggle to contemplate over hurt feelings<br />and wonder if love will ever manifest through us<br />intensely multiplying my fears<br /><br />please look at me<br />I'm edgy, walking on a tight rope<br />and your absence decreases it to a thinner line<br /><br />my inner being to love you is clouded<br />my faith for us is weakening<br />and I ponder how much longer I'll wait for you to be mine...<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2008.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-38592844289126238202009-09-15T07:16:00.000-07:002009-09-15T07:18:51.549-07:00Indian SummerThe amber glow of sun<br />highlights the hue of my iris<br />as I sit just before the murky waters<br />70 degrees welcome me<br />to enjoy its zephyr<br />while I luxuriate in the rain<br />of golden parched leaves<br />birds sing lulling melodies<br />and in this moment<br />worries go into a folder of oblivion<br />and i close my eyes...<br />to thank God for his creativity.<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2006.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-91261276952373367322009-08-27T14:27:00.000-07:002009-08-27T14:30:59.983-07:00In Her Sleepshe talks in her sleep,<br />lulled into a subconcious world<br />having a conversation with her dreams...<br />she speaks of white picket fantasies,<br />the humble life of togetherness <br />created by the beginnings of love...<br />and of course she says she loves him,<br />her soul deeply rooted and drenched in a existence<br />sweetly sprinkled with raptures <br />that her reality doesn't know of...<br />and although she's oblivious to these ramblings of desire,<br />her spirit knows that when the sleeping is over<br />she will hope it'll find its own way<br />to a wide awake heart.<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-71589167564057182332009-08-24T06:55:00.000-07:002009-08-24T06:58:37.859-07:00Untitled 2<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV73ae526RU/SpKcMPlGG0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/SsUZdOECh0M/s1600-h/the+water.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 170px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_FV73ae526RU/SpKcMPlGG0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/SsUZdOECh0M/s320/the+water.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373529039560907586" /></a><br />I stare at the liquid hues of a beautiful dream<br />wishing that I could jump in to absorb<br />but you increase the level of my restraint<br />as my affection seems to go unnoticed<br />uncared for and abandoned<br />and I'm scared I'll drown into a false sense of security...<br />I dip the toes in, stirring the mere surface of it all<br />feeling so warm and inviting,<br />but you float away and I look away<br />staying dry in denial until the tears drop into the shallowness<br />rippling the waves of my heartache...<br />so for now, I keep my eyes on the lovely deep end<br />hoping that I'll be swimming soon...<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq, 2009.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-10726101849645142992009-08-18T20:25:00.000-07:002009-08-18T20:26:37.768-07:00Moonlit ObservationSuch luck when the moon enters the room<br />just as you remove your shirt<br />it illuminates the glory of honeyed melanin<br />electrifying the rush of my heartbeat...<br />then the craving begins for me to touch this wondrous skin<br />and let the soft warmth lull my traveling fingers<br />my lips and tongue will take the same journey<br />then caress the intricate kink of your hair...<br />but...<br />instead I vow to celebrate the happenstance for a while<br />a moment in time that will never be the beautiful same again.<br /><br />(c) Pryncess Poetiq 2009.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-75029397402609529852009-08-18T20:13:00.001-07:002009-08-18T20:13:42.401-07:00Ode To NewnessI humbly thank the moon for imitating the brightness in his eyes<br />and many complements to the many many stars<br />as they are equal<br />to the endless times our lips have touched…<br />yeah, I’m all absorbed in<br />the syrup of bliss<br />and you’d think I’m done,<br />but wait<br />just wait<br />until sunrise…<br /><br />© Pryncess Poetiq 2009.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693577008657236283.post-28590350919606365392009-08-18T20:06:00.000-07:002009-08-18T20:11:08.029-07:00Spoken Word: Saul Williams, "Amethyst Rocks"<em>This is from the movie, "Slam".</em><br /><br /><object width="425" 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YOU WERE…<br /><br />HOW LUCKY I WAS,<br /><br />TO POSSESS THE SWEETEST SYMPHONY OF ALL<br /><br />HARMONIZED AND COLORFUL…<br /><br />EVEN STANDING STILL<br /><br />WE MOVED TO THE MUSIC OF OUR LOVE<br /><br />EACH NOTE BLESSED WITH THE PASSION OF KISS.<br /><br />SO NEVER EVER DID I THINK<br /><br />WE WOULD ONLY BE A REMEMBRANCE<br /><br />OR<br /><br />JUST A BROKEN RECORD…<br /><br /><br />© PRYNCESS POETIQ, 2009.Pryncess Poetiqhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05653906833735369370noreply@blogger.com0