Art of Love

Spin me, Turn me on your color wheel To find the right shade, The correct hue Gently set me up on your easel And spread me across your canvass Then dip your brush into the paints - acrylic - tempera - watercolors Baby, Choose what you will To color my thoughts, Because they are all of … Continue reading Art of Love


Summer Love II

Her beauty was intense and her smile forever glowed. Capturing the hearts of many only to leave them longing for more... First name - Summer Last name - Love   ~McKinzie Manor~

Summer Love

She knew not to love deeply. She knew not to love long. She knew that the love they created in this space and time would be as hot and as intense as the summer heat that sweltered in her grandmother's tiny two-bedroom flat on the island. Even though their days were spent as inseparable lovers, … Continue reading Summer Love

Sound of Silence

What does silence sound like? Silence no longer sounds the same as it had before. Before, the silence was filled with so much conversation -- the nonverbal understandings -- the all-knowing glances -- the all-telling touches. But now, the silence that exists between us gets more deafening day-by-day. Now it's so long, now it's so loud. … Continue reading Sound of Silence


Got a friend so broken hearted Didn’t know the love she started Would take her down this road Too afraid to tell her feelings Now betrayal’s been revealed and She doesn't think she can handle the load Know a man had his perfect girl then Found his life in a crazy whirlwind Her love, he … Continue reading Try

Distraction – Doing My Own Thing

I was going about Minding my own business Doing my own thing Fighting for my people Screaming out as loud as I could to this government Ranting and raving about the injustices of this society Debating any right-winger who got in my way And then -- You caught my eye Standing as still as a … Continue reading Distraction – Doing My Own Thing

Word Play

You lyrically tantalize my mind, taking my thoughts to unknown levels of my psyche. I can't help myself with you. I willingly fall into the trap you lay out while your tongue weaves webs of words through the space and time we create. They possessively caress my curiosity, tease the walls of my imagination, penetrate … Continue reading Word Play