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
Saturday, July 20, 2013
last breath
Deep in thought so I wrote a short story
Written by Luchetta(Cookee) Manus 2013
Title: Last Breath
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.
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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