lip service...

these gypsy lips
are red lips
ruby red lips

these lips are powerful lips
lips that can change history
my history even your history
make you change your ways
into their ways
they can cause things to happen
you never dreamed of
never heard of

these lips
can lamblast you
right out of your
little comfort zone
and throw you
for a loop like
you’ve never been
looped before
they’ll pucker and pout
turn you inside out

these lips are talkin' lips
they speak of truth of beauty
of life of love
they speak of me
of you
of us
of possibility
probability
and the physics of both
they speak of passion
of poetry
of poetic passion
of passionate poetry
they speak to you
 

these lips are loud lips
rambunctious lips
rowdy lips
irreverent lips
they ramble
they recite
they speak up
and act out
they are unruly lips
lips that have no rules
and will break your rules

these lips are happy lips
lips that smile
that open wide
and laugh out loud
lips that love to laugh
at big things
small things
at you
and with you
and at themselves
they laugh

these lips are magical lips
they can charm you disarm you
make you mold you molest you
melt you motivate you
they can turn you into things
you’ve never been before
and make you forget
what it was you were
these lips can take you
on a magic carpet ride
and have you beg
for a one-way ticket

these lips are lovin' lips
luscious and plump
full and ripe
ripe for lovin’ for bein' loved
for living' for livin' more
these luscious lips
will make you
wanna taste 'em
touch 'em
tease 'em
be teased by 'em
make you
wanna kiss on 'em
till you can’t kiss no more
then they’ll have you
comin’ back knockin' on their door

yeah, these lips are lovin' lips
these gypsy lips
of mine

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SYNCHRONICITY AND THE OTHER SIDE -

the second book on synchronicity by Trish MacGregor and Rob MacGregor [both award-winning authors] can now be pre-ordered and will be available August 18, 2011 - in this book, the authors take us on a journey of meaningful connections with the afterlife - a must-read for anyone seeking clarification of their own experiences and/or for anyone seeking to expand their individual horizons - and if you've not already gotten a copy of their first book, 7 SECRETS OF SYNCHRONICITY, you'll want to grab it now - just click here!  oh, and check out my book reviews of 7 SECRETS and ESPERANZA [Trish MacGregor]  here!  you can find the macgregors any time over at their intriguing blog.

woman...

i am called woman
i am all that you see
and so much more

three in one all compiled
i am the wee girl child
choosing you from before
to carry me then set me free

i am the lover banshee
quenching desire from every shore
leaving all who linger more beguiled

i am the earth mother styled
to hold you to love you then have you soar
to be the wee girl child the lover banshee the all of me

i am called woman

little boys blue...

little boys blue

sinners sittin’ in a jail house row
prayin’ to a god they don’t know

readin’ the book of all the rules
but none of them have all the tools

innocence lost in sandbox play
never had nothin’ to save their day

no mother’s kiss to seal their nights
no daddy’s love to show the light

little boys lost at what a cost
lives without love now trampled and tossed

so they sit in solemn quiet
all dressed alike in prison white

faces turned up lookin’ for grace
ain’t got much time for this life’s race

arms held high for them pearly gates
searchin’ for salvation ‘fore it’s too late

heart’s singin’ sweet till kingdom come
ain’t gotta chance till servin’ is done

cross-ways art in ink on canvas flesh
ain’t enough to git outta this mess

men still boys now at the end
worderin’ if their souls will mend

wantin’ to taste of the water sweet
wadin’ to heaven in their bare feet

dreamin’ of love and another life’s dance
lookin’ to god for a second chance
                       
little boys blue
what to do

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the devil's lair...

oceans dissolve mountains quake
riptides hold us to the stake
black rains spill and relentless kill
all that lives in the sacred hills

birds fallin' down from above
whatever happened to the wings of a dove
fishies sweepin' up from below
the air all around's become our foe

sun rays flare and satan glares
does no one care?
lay your soul bare
if you dare!

terra firma is no more
somethin' split the crust's charred door -           
slung it all to kingdom come
don't you know it's already done?

way too late
to meet at the gate
cause nothin's left
and the gods, they all wept

lay your soul bare
if you dare
but no one cares

nothin's fair 

in the devil's lair

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