Como quisiera besar el rostro de tu corazon
Acariciar el aire que te sostiene
Abrazar tu alma que da luz a mi amor

Te extraño y te amo.... tanto

Untitled - Spanish

Final Observation
Final Translation

Planet Earth 02013
Departing Time 01217 
Post Rising

When I was an idea
Before being allowed to enter world earth globe

I wanted to live as light as a feather
Like I did on δεν έχουν τέλος 

Zealous 
and carried by the wind

Only to find
That to exist here 

Is to be heavy
Stripped of my birthright to soar

My wings surgically torn from my body
To camouflage my true identity 

Inundated with the burden of living along side others who have no understanding

I was forced to dwell
On the ground
Where my feet touched soil

Where I am from
And now headed back to

We call Them 
The Unwinged

The Those who knew not how to fly

Soon I begin to learn their iniquitous truths

their small world had been long ruined

even before I got here
damnation was the shift


because 
this species 

often refer to themselves as people

they’ve learned to survive with an archaic practice called survival of the fittest 

a hopeless modus operandi whereby 
the powerful eat away at the weak

They are allowed to kill their young and old alike
They see no promise in the eyes of their living

and there is no celestial tribunal to answer to for their crimes

they have no true sentence of death
those who take life are allowed to live on

The wicked
Walk amongst the freegood

They divide themselves off into shades of color
They worship that that does not exist
Neither here nor elsewhere

There is no common life code

No regime to preserve life at all cost

And no one truly knows of the greatest practice of the outward alter verse

Though they have learned to vocalize the life source word in their simple language

It appears that none of them have yet fully perceived nor practiced

The Art of Love

End of Translation
End Report  01219

I shall now exit this dying planet
Carried on the back of The Great Raven

Leaving behind my detached wings 

as a sign and as a symbol  to remind the human being
that there is something other than their selfish fuckery

Copyright 2013

 


Final Observation 02013

Written by Avel Eddy
Music by Tshombe Sekou

What was There... (by Avel Eddy)

I wouldn’t swallow his goodbyes
But I was choking on words that failed me
After being flailed
Extensively
Rhetorically Licking
Where sarcasm hinted at a lust I couldn’t get enough of

I crawled on all fours
On floors with jagged ridges
Imprinting into my knees ritualistic
Where the ‘please’ became a thorough beg
And my legs quivered in the thunder of weakness…

FUCK!

I want more
And I’m PISSED

Hissing at his “I’m sorry’s” 
And cursing at his “next time’s”
When my pussy throws tantrums
Tiny bowls of milk couldn’t tame
Nor name me

It’s the rumble in his voice
And the ‘tear-at-me’ in his moans
Where the screams of my want seep through my pores and…

I FUCKING. WANT. MORE!

I throw fits
And when my fist hits
I’m shaking grounds
Felt deep in hell’s underground
And… the Devil’s scared

I need attention to be paid 
Because no matter the cost
He knows I’m worth what he couldn’t negate

He usually rests his soul at the brim of my lips
And I bite them to taste him… bit… by bit
And so my mouth is open
…Aching to receive
Tongue stretched into the pain of reach 
Where manners couldn’t teach me to behave
NO ONE can save me

I need the mouth of my soul 
To suck on his thumb 
Because there ain’t no other 
That crucifies
And PACIFIES me 

Like HIM

Pacifier

My Hot Heart

Insomniac's Vibe

i am sista

i am voice
i am soft words
i am sharp mouth
i am red lipstick stained on white tooth after a long ass day

i am sista

i am untamed
i am tamed.... when with you
i am silent on your skin
i am loud memory in your mouth

i am sista

i am long baths and candle light
i am naked thoughts... lips to lick
i am taste on your tongue
i am sigh in your throat

i am sista

i am borrowed adornment
i am un-done
i am failure, breakdown, screw-up, mess
i am damage
i am a door half closed
i am miscarriage on cold bathroom tiles
i am blood and tears
i am suffering

i am sista

i am left alone... i am leftover
i am toughness
i am soundness
i am water too cold to drink
i am tea too hot to sip

i am sista

i am source
i am journey
i am water running uphill
i am my own race
i am… not you

i am roots
i am color
i am music
i am “could you be loved”? 
i am... i... am…
i am sista

this is what my body looks like naked 
i am scars
i am blemishes
i am stretch marks like a map of subway lines 

would you travel them to reach my heart?

I Am Sista

Ghazal

The second single off the "Global Warning" Album !!!

You roped my tongue with your stare. I managed to sneak glances over edges of lids but I failed to be slick. My lashes batted too fast, flashing morse codes that decrypt my need to be punished. 

But I've never done this, see... I want this and I've been bad, so bad and I need your binding of me into a twist of pleasure from pain, whips into chains of smoke linking me into the bond of your forever. You've feathered sweet caresses across the pits of my belly, carving your stare into the swell of me and forcing your dark into the swallows of my soul. 

I've tip-toed into a dance that only under your trance can I keep a balance of pleasure and pain on scales that justify why I need you to stay alive and thrive under your commands when your heavy handed grips slip me into a frenzy while slinging me against walls to pin me... 

Those pins, see. 

You pin me like the doll that Voodoo birthed and it hurts so good. SO good. And like sweet Santeria you've created the perfect criteria like when Queen Yemaya gave birth to Oshun. Soon couldn't have been birthed sooner than yesterday in the yesteryears. I need the sting of fear to be branded into the curves of my thighs while the folds of my legs carry the weight of burns paddled by the nature of your freak. 

Mm. That felt so good.... Can I have some more?

The lashing of your tongue into the fuck of my mind become a trip into the mines where your verbal treasures reside. The prints of your fingers encode my DNA and I dare play in the school that you've mastered. You've gagged me and choked me with your brilliance, blinding me and I cannot see further from your truth. I need the less of your ruth to brutally lick the nest of my pussy until you've got me begging you.... for more.

Final Observation 02013

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