Poetry of the DarkChild

Epitome of Man

Created from the dirt of this land... in the spirit of Gods' hand... He... is the night... dark as the smoke floating in the misty skies... He... is the strength... rooted in the barks of a mighty oak tree... He... is the tears... deep as the Mississippi River... caring blood-taunted memories... He... is the beauty... denied because of his skin... his dark complexion had no meaning... He... is the soul... nursing the hearts unborn... like mist in the night whitening the black man with intellectual sight... He... is the song... the melody of sweet blues' pouring from an old piano's tunes... He... is love... with razor-scared skin... pain driven hands... he gave of his soul to bear this land... He is... the mantle that stands mighty in Gods' plan... He is... A Black Man (c) 2005 Lacretia Johnson

"He Is"

"Nothing Like A Good Man" There is nothing like a good man A man who's strong but not by physic alone... when life takes it's hold he will never leave you... will always be there to comfort your soul There is nothing like a good man massaging away your tension with delicate. caresses of warm simplicity... Gate keeper of one's dreams he watches over you as yu sleep... if a rhythm is missed as you breath faithfully sending you his to complete your need... defeater of your enemies bringing symmetry into a world of chaos and contention... There is nothing like a good man he knows it before you ask... gives before your in need... without a question or word spolen the man takes care of business... Never giving false pretenses of his intentions... his greatest delight is sharing your mental interest... being the King to his Cocoa Princess... There is nothing like a good man mimicked by loves' soft silhouette... he gives into your fantasies showering your heart... body... with deep erections manifesting the yearning that's bond within... The teacher... husband... father... lover... and friend... Unconditionally... There is Nothing Like a Good Man... (c) 2005 Lacretia Johnson

"Beautiful One"

5'9' - 175lbs Ebony eyes seeping into the debts of the soul Lips so luscious - full as th rose petal blooming softly... Oh....men like this just aren't made anymore Muscular cut physique covered in a light layer of silky fine black hair with a touch of grey highlights along his sculpted chest.... raindrops kissed sprinkles alon the silky..pink tip of the tantalizing luscious shaft - that even a stallion would enby... Slim - magnificently cut along the arms..legs..thighs nibbled layered abdomen..powerful calves..Gods' hand at its best... "Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder" ... they say "The eyes are the window to the soul" ... is what is told time passes...centuries unfold Damn....men of this statue only the Gods' could uphold Mystique brown with a touch of honeydew is what I see beautiful in every aspect... brought through time...he must have been for the Beautiful One.....stands before me (c) 2005 Lacretia Johnson