passion

Poem: Passion

Anyone on a path, a journey to self, ultimate goal is to reach their desired destination.

Wandering without purpose is only time wasted

Driven by an unknown desire, which overwhelms you to pursue the passion kindling inside

Detouring from the planned course leaves the soul unsatisfied.

-Written by Luchetta (Cookee) Manus © 2013

last breath

Deep in thought so I wrote a short story
Written by Luchetta(Cookee) Manus 2013

Title: Last Breath 

That moment when take your last stand.

You take in a sigh, a deep breath, and prepare for your end. 

Surprisingly, while your back is against the wall, backed into the corner,  and you see life's woes all around you. You can fight your way out that corner, but repeated attempts to fight back has always left you weak and too tired and this time you don’t want to try.

Just then!  you look up to the sky pray to the God in Heaven, and suddenly clarity comes to you.

Wait a minute, while starring into the sky you realize, The has no limit. The sky has no boundaries and all you have to do to get out of your predicament is to reach for the sky. The sky is the limit.  Yet God has no limits. Our Space is unlimited.

Instead of meeting your demise, and thinking this is your end, this is only YOUR beginning.

Written by: Luchetta (Cookee)Manus © 2013

family

Poem Title: Family 

All I have are these pictures and memories; both good and bad ones. The only satisifaction I can get, knowing you are living and still exist. 

- Written by Luchetta(Cookee)Manus © 2013

my dreams for you

Title: My Dreams for You

Whispers of promises from a divine father's mouth, to the ears of flesh and bone predestine for greatness

Made a lil lesser than angels, the option to envision what he sees us as, is a matter of grabbing and holding onto the Father’s dreams

Trusting we see only half the picture. The bigger picture is seen only by faith

So overwhelmingly beautiful for one mind to absorb

Fulfilling promises the completion of we
Living with a purpose is according to prophecy

 

because I can't sleep

Poem title: Because I can't sleep
Written by Luchetta (Cookee) Manus © 2013

The warmth of his body
Tenderly kissed by lips 
That melt like chocolate 
On my feverish skin
Burning erotic passions
Fantasies
Insatiable desire 
To become joined as one
To be drawn into his realm
Of sexual fiction
becoming sexual reality
Slowly
Bodily
Rockin motions
Strong deep stroking
As he puts me to sleep
And then I wake up from my dream

-Written by Luchetta( Cookee) Manus
© 2013

angelic conflict

Humans were conceived from the imagination of its creator. Love was the motivation. The plot was to prove to the devil that a divine being limited by corrupted flesh, with mortality can still accomplish their purpose. Still loving their creator whom they have never seen face to face.

 The devil , in times past  Lucifer, was closer to God than we. He had witnessed God face to face and failed to understand the majesty and the glory of God. Some of us understand this and for that will become great.

 

arrested development

Poem title: Arrested Development
Written by: Luchetta(Cookee)Manus © 2013

Can you show me who love is?
Put out an APB
For love, he is infamous
Can you put love in a line up
Point him out to me
I am the victim of love's imposturous abuse

Love was taken upon my birth and violently ripped from me
Extracted from the coldness of this Earth
I never asked to become apart of

I was the product of what I guess was love
Maybe
Why has love never found me again?
I admit, I used love's name a few times
It fell from my lips upon favored ears
But it wasn't real love
I've heard stories about love
Songs about love
People giving up their lives all in the name of love
But love passed me by
Love is mysterious and far removed from me
I am envious
Of those who found him

Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus © 2013

my version

I create the reality of the fantasy which you live in- Luchetta(Cookee) Manus © 2013

the living dead

Poem title: the Living Dead
Written by Luchetta (Cookee) Manus © 2013

Walk up and smell the coffee
What the aroma be?
Shitty
What are hearing?
Tasting?
Smelling?
Melodies play sounds of
Broken dreams
Surface scenes
Are contrary to what is seen
In the sceme of things
Below
Underneath
Twisted beliefs
WAKE UP!
From your slumber
Your sleep walkin
Talkin
Chit chatter
Bout shit that don't even matter
reality shows kardashians
Abuse to the pitter patter of lil feet
Brutality of police
No justice
Never any peace
Racial
Gender
Equality
2013
In 2013
the streets
Blood of the innocent bleeds
Falls upon the Earth
Screaming "Vengeance"
God hears
The universe complies
Restoration of balance
Of lost souls
And stolen lives

Written by: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus
©2013

live and learn

Life has twists and turns
You crash and burn 
But then you learn
Knowledge applied
Wisdom earned

- Written by Luchetta(Cookee) Manus © 2013

Losin it

Title: Losing It
Written by: Luchetta ( Cookee) Manus © 2013 

Its like the last stand of good in the presence of evil. Your own movie, which you are the unfortunate star. All focus is on you. The audience in anticipation of your next move.

Will you be victorious, or will there be no more sequels

It's one of those moments where you feel like you wanna scream.

Your mouth is open but nothing comes out
Only tears run down your face.

It isn't exactly fear. Can't call it pain. It isn't happiness, nor bliss, not anger but unaware to you find that...

Anger has taken over and the only thing which keeps your sanity levels from reaching an unsafe level, is the fact that you don't wanna be admitted to a mental facility without your consent for evaluation for your actions, which could be questioned as being almost criminal in nature.

The only thing which keeps you from going insane is the drink that you have in your hand. Wine, maybe E & J and coke, or maybe it was the blunt you rolled early, that if someone found out its for your "Medical condition."

Like soda that has been shaken and open too soon, you finally release the tention which caused you to be so uneasy.

Like times of old you stand on your soap box and declare to the world that you have something very important to say

Peace suddenly falls over you and you let out a big

"Fuck You!"

And walk away victorious.

Written by Luchetta (Cookee) Manus © 2013

full moon

Poem Title: Full Moon

Written by: Luchetta ( Cookee ) Manus © 2013 

Hanging in the sky for the world to see
Every night it is Christmas.
Sworn to secrecy 
The night air cannot whisper its knowledge 
Entangled in clouds 
Out shining smaller illuminations
Ruler of the evening
It is a light, sacred
A beacon of romance
An icon of majesty
Direction for the lost in transit
Confusion for those on journeys
Both curses and blessings
Set apart from the morning star
Its a shadow
In its own light

Written by Luchetta ( Cookee) Manus © 2013

my faith and my grandma

I refuse to live in someone else mindset prison

Won’t even allow you to put me in it

My mind stays free

My freedom is due me

It had been a long time coming

Spent a long time running

I refuse to live in your box

All nicely bubble wrapped

Insecurities

Jealousies

Talent untapped

You hate me

Why?

Because I am mentally free

I’m free to be me without apology

I am me

Not you

I make choices

I choose

To be a daughter of destiny

I will go where destiny leads me

Free

My grandma now gone

From that moment on

Her last words she told me

Chet be free

Be happy

Life is too short

Short as previews

The nightly news

I have to live this life through

Exploring my own horizons

Valleys low

Cities

And avenues

I have paid life’s dues

I paid my fees

To be mentally free

Hansel and Gretel

Followed the trail of my tears

Which were left from my pain

I turned the pain around

Now I am sustained

I am maneuvering

To get to the place in life

Where I need to be

I’m running towards destiny

My grandma said

Chet be happy

The unlove letter

My thoughts of us were forever

From the minute the ring was placed and snuggled on my finger

But that is now a distant memory

My finger is now barren and no longer bears the ring of forever

I wish I knew what your thoughts were?

Because my thoughts were of you forever

I wanted forever with you

if forever seemed too overwhelming for you
We could have taken baby steps until we came upon the threshold of forever

and
Entered forever’s door unaware, unannounced, and unnoticed
I loved you enough to warm you up to forever
Make you comfortable with forever
How do I unplan my love?
How do I erase countless memories from existing in my head?
How do you undo a family?
Unplan vacations?
Unplan anticipated romantic outings?
How do I unplan the anticipation I had of us?

5 years from now, 10 years from now, and forever
All I have left is the stain of pained memories

Of forever never happening

Foreplay

(The basis of this poem is that mental stimulation before sex is better than touch. Foreplay is your behavior and conversations before you get to the bedroom) 

Foreplay

I long for the seductiveness

of your intellectual conversation
Undress me with your conversation
Naked I lay anxious
Your voice

The kind of sound and stimulation

Which makes me lose all control
Mind, body, and soul
Collectively

Arousal
Ecstasy
Undress me
You undress me
By talking about your dreams

Your goals
What lies ahead for us?
The unknown
Your smile
Your laughter
You interest in me

Mentally
I’m yours eternally
I am consumed
You made love to my mind
Before we became physical

In the bedroom - written by Luchetta(Cookee)Manus 1/21/13 ©

made in Heaven, not China

Wonderfully crafted by my father in heaven
I'm Luchetta
I'm the same today, tomorrow, and forever
And with time
I only get better
-Luchetta(Cookee)Manus

Mistress part 2

He invokes emotion

I ride the waves of his body

His steady

Rocking back and forward

Motion

His love potion

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Right now he's mine
All mine

A flame sparks
Passion ignites
We never finish
What we start
Our love continues
From day to dark

Night
Until daylight
He now goes

To his home
I go to my home
I'm home alone
He’s in his comfort zone
His domain
I’m alone laying
Hearing the memories
Of him calling me his baby
He's back with his number one lady
betraying

And then there was me

Wonderfully crafted by my father in heaven
I'm Luchetta
I'm the same today, tomorrow, and forever
And with time
I only get better

Breakthrough

Life stories

Light stories

My stories

I write my stories

My journeys

Took me places

New and familiar faces
I'm dream chasin

I lay claim
to save
the last of the good
within me
often misunderstood

I lay claim
To hold onto
The good that is left in me
Kept in me
While outside elements
Want to taint me
So, they shout their glories
Consumed with my demise

their victories
Succeeding over me
To smother my dreams
Keep my dreams 
From breathing

My life isn't perfect
But

it has deep meaning
I lived through 
Loss and gain
Love and pain
Struggle and peace 
Chaos then it cease
I'm still breathing
My life has deep meaning

As I go to sleep

Why are cookies smaller?
Chip bags taller
With nothing but air
In them
Credit cards
with decreased spending limits
Bank accounts
with nothing in them

Oil and gas prices high
Living expenses high
Insurance high
No relief for the working poor
in sight

Why the rich minority
Doesn't extend help
To the working poor majority?
Honest people are shunned
Liars receive all glory

Morals are pushing up daisies
More abused women and babies
Ignorance spread like rabies
A virus
Wars in the news tire us
People on high
Make judgment calls
For people down low
Freedom doesn't ring
after all

All these thoughts
Run through my head
What action could I do?
What could be said?
To make a difference
 

Talking to myself in the mirror

Hi

It's nice to meet you!

Been a long time coming

I finally get to see you

I heard soo many rumors

I wonder if they are all true?

From people who said they cared for you

From those you never knew

Look at what you've grown into

Go you

You're beautiful

You're funny

You're not defined by money

Or what people say

You think your own way

You've paved your own way

Wait...

Don’t look away!

Don't be shy!

Mirrors never lie

Looking in my mirror in the morning

Observing my glory

Designer Perfume

If I could bottle up happiness
like a rare scent
Release its aroma
in a time of discontent

If I could uncap and spray
happiness on my neck, chest, and wrists
wherever I went
People would follow the trail of my scent

Who I am

Allow me to defined

By the peace I have in my mind

The role I play

The skin I live in

Where I am going

The places I have been

Let the walls talk

If they could

About my adventures

And my moods

And a life struggle

Of being misunderstood

Leave of absence

Take me away

Make me forget

The things which cloud my mind

With those grey areas

All my questions

Which I have no answers for

I want to escape

Where a coat of denial can be worn

So my thoughts can take warmth

From the cold elements of this world

Massage in my body

Pure thoughts and positive dreams

Of one day becoming

Who I was meant to be