Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Is God Real?

Is God Real?

I believe that God is real…
This is just the way that I feel
When I see the sun replace the moon
When Summer hot turns Autumn cool
Or when a firefly flickers in a darkened room
You may disagree with me
Yet, it's as plain as Jane to see
When I pluck a leaf from a tree
And watch it sway in an invisible breeze
When I hear a Blue Whale speak from the sea
Or when cloud tears fall from the sky around me
I believe that God is real…
This is just the way that I feel
When I see an ultrasound with life inside
When I feel the pull on the shore of a rising tide
When a King Cobra dances with his flexed hide
It’s just a vibe…
That I receive
When a Venus flytrap snatches up a centipede
When a chameleon blends so not to be seen
Or in watching a snowfall cover streets
His feats
Cannot be outdone
Like when a lily blooms an open praise towards the sun
When a geyser shoots from the Earth like a gun
Being witness to a rainbow curving over the sun
Or when a glacier breaks away from…
You may still disagree
And that’s OK by me
But, I believe that God is real
It’s just the way that I feel…





Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2009.
All Rights Reserved.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

...4!

…4!

What did I come here for?
Standing at this door…
Is it in there…
I’m unsure
A little birdie told me, if I knock, I could get more
Galore…
But birds also shit on you so I brought my
Nina-five plus 4
Feelin’ like Biggie wanting to…
bust in the door, waving the...
And get what I’ve gotta be standing outside this door for
That keeps me kneeling on the floor
That keeps my heart captive in its core
That’s 96% sovereign plus 4 more
I think I’m sure
It’s all behind this door
I just can’t wait anymore
But I gotta be wise to endure
Foolish entry could award me a 191 minus 4
I can hear movement across the floor…
I’ve done this before…
The sounds are similar to the last door
Where I walked away pure
This is the motherfuckin’ door!
Mission: elevate and soar
Now I’m sure…
Its less – will be my more…
1… 2… 3... !



Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2009.
All Rights Reserved.

Sunday, March 15, 2009

You sank my Battleship! (Dickmotism)

Warning:
This poem is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

You sank my Battleship!
(Dickmotism)

I knew better than what I did…
Now I’m sittin’ here with no shake
Cuz this one, I can’t
shake…
He gives more than I can take
He sets me straight
Then bends my lust into a crooked state
When away?
I just can’t wait
To inebriate
On his love that just – won’t… let… me… wait…!
For the attacking of my passion
In strategic battle-mode fashion
Targeting my battleships with calculated courses of action
Bombing my patrol boats with inhibition-breaker explosions
As his hips grind in motions that bursts the submarine within my mental ocean
His stroke consumes my thoughts
Clouds my judgment
And disrupts my common sense
I got it bad…
and that ain’t good
Floating spellbound in his trance
A victim of the rhythm of his
Dickmotism
Hypnotic swirl spinning
His golden dick on a chain swaying in my vision
I can’t walk away without his permission
I’ve slipped
I can’t get a grip
His destroyers are firing upon my pussy-owner
ship
I got it bad ya'll
and this shit ain’t fair
White flag hoisted in the air


Tara S. Gause aka Poetic Goddess Tara Shenéa
© 2009.
All Rights Reserved.
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