Machinations of One Kept 


A woman’s work is never done 
She lives in a life full of fluidity 
She is mother 
Raising a nation 
That forgets her 
She is woman 
And man strives to abuse her 
She is lady 
On the arm by the side making moon shine 
She is the depraved freak 
Who makes those things rise 
She is lover 
She is harbinger of better times 
She is the one person 
That we run too everyday 
That life just doesn’t want to play right 
She is stasis 
She is the common rhymeShe is the word 
that eclipses all time 
She is beautiful 
But we dint call her a true dime 
Her hand reaches out to pull us up 
And we by neglect leave her behind 

She is mama 
Baby 
Bitch 
She is 
Truth 
Damn this time 
She is the one whom I want to lay with at the end of my day 
Do you really want to live a life where she is not 
The anchor of all humanity 
She is girlfriend 
Wife 
Mistress 
Some loose whore behind the greyhound station 
Giving happiness 
When happiness was a lost love song 

A woman's work is never done 
Her queendom is never remembered 
A heiress of the world 
The true ruler of this paternity 
The "man" when men refuse to take center stage 
She raises the progeny 
Of this reality 

She is woman 

From her hair she raises the grain to feed 
From her fingertips she makes reality of dreams 
from her steps concrete gives forth roses 
From a wave of a hand every man instinctively kneels 
From a wiggle of one finger she captures the ring 
From one breathe she raises that which needs to rise 
From one word she makes nations belive in believing 
From a silent thought she gives everything 
while compromising nothing 
and if you are welcomed to the holiest of holy temples 
She will allow my seeds to become kings 

She is mama 
Nana 
Sis, sister, auntie, grandma, kin 
She is teacher 
She is lover 
She is partner 
She is forever 
and ever 
everything 

I love her 
The completion of my sentences 
The realization of my thoughts 
the moral compass of my decadency 
The woman with the whip 
ordering to slay still 
She promises not to make me bleed 
She is all 
Good 
Bad 
Powerful 
Weak 
Stoic 
Emotional 
In me 

My woman 
She is me 
My perfection 
Lies within 
What she believes I should be

My woman's work is never done

“Omavi está muerto.®” Friday, July 30, 2010
©2010 Omavi Ndoto. All Rights Reserved.
http://kaotik-alkhemy.com/

“ … of one.”
[Tzynya Pinchblack’s Randon Three: help thread lean]

Baby step up
Don’t be scared 
Don’t let the fact that I need something 
Only can afford 
Scare you from this path 
Do not fret or scurry
I will only treat you the way you want to be treated
I will allow the moment to lean on my shoulders
Take in my scent 
I’ve already consumed yours
The scent between bellow button and heaven’s door
Makes me feel like a fat kid in a candy store
Spinning around happily licking everything I see
Imbibing in you is like and alcoholic drink
But the morning after doesn’t hurt bad 
It hurts so good
A thread from Aphrodite to Isis to ultimate woman
You lead me from mystery to history
To some place that I don’t remember
A place I never want to leave
A place of vibrant lights
Reflecting off the shores of distant seas
Help me reach you
Don’t climb and never reach back for me
I’m on your heels 
Mirroring every move
Building as you build 
Moving as you move
Striving for that perfecting in me
That will attract that perfection in you
Me and you
More powerful than the discover of two plus two
One
Together 
Beautiful

“Omavi está muerto.®” Friday, July 23, 2010
©2010 Omavi Ndoto. All Rights Reserved.
http://kaotik-alkhemy.com/