A Grown and Sturdy Tree

A Grown and Sturdy Tree

Just like reluctant mist trying to grow courage to become a storm,

And the hum of a flickering light,

And the sway of an old but sturdy tree

I am.

Arriving for the first time today

My love is strong and bold

My self is trying to grow courage to become a storm

And I don’t hum…I roar

Powerful light

And I sway like a grown but sturdy tree.

I am.

Eargasm/Submission (work in progress)

I have no choice in the matter.
I submit to you...
...music.
Your rythymn speaks to me in places I can't reach
Your bass touches places no man has ever reached.
Your vibrations vibrate and
I'm in an alternate universe,
one free from dissappointment
polution
lies.
You are for real.
When you're around I have no choice but to
be for real...
let go...

I'm tickled red
I'm beaten black and green
I'm coming to you faster harder stronger
deeper and deeper
this eargasmic high
is the best
isn't forced
isn't dirty
isn't cheap
its actually free and I'm
...free.
the best part is, after the climax,
I only want more
I want to be touched by it more.
Complicated beats and bass,
beautiful colors of a place I've only imagined visiting.
It is without question that Africa is my mother,
that Earth is my father,
that I am a product of such beautiful noise.
I give birth to gratitude.
I pay it forward with this life I call a dance
or this dance I call a life.

Nigga With a God Complex (Gangsta-mode)

when I gets through with you
you gonna be confessing your sins to me.

you think that's a bit bold to say?
but  i mean it.

see, i been watchin' you for a while,
you've got a little spice in your style,
and a gorgeous smile

but you need  a little, um,
me
in your life.

i'm that king who can keep you under my wing
or fix you and  what appears to be
broken pieces of them niggas of yesteryear.

you need someone there to
help you carry your baggage,
not some punk who's gonna run away
cuz you got baggage.

i'm that man, you see.
i can be everything you need
your knight in shining armor
or just your good night.
i can be your after wet dream fantasy come true
in return you just be lovely you
tasty you
sexy fine ass beautiful you
stylish intelligent quirky you
pocket-sized you

all i ask
all i require
is that you let me.

The Love Poem

Excus me if this is a bit forward, but

I wanna grow old with you.

Wanna let gravity hit my bottom half with you.

Wanna plant seed and watch them grown with you.

Wanna sit on a porch and rock with you.

Wanna drift into incoherent memories with you.

Wanna trade my high heal boots for orthopedics

and go walking with you

every morning for the rest of ever.

Want each day to begin and end with you.

Wanna start a revolution with you.

Wanna look back at it and laugh with you.

Wanna take a trip across the world with you,

or just simply trip with you.

Wanna share my dentures and wear matching depends with you.

Wanna let my hair grey and let myself go with you.

Wanna pick my nose, my toes, and be old and funky with you.

Wanna gum a good meal with you.

Wanna share an oxygen tank with you.

Wanna waddle on and off a bus with you.

Wanna go to the grocery store with you

and argue peas and corn with you

then eat that shit with you.

Wanna make love to you.

Wanna eventually transition with you.

So its important for me to build with you.

Connect with you.

Cuz I plan on being in love with you.

Stress Haiku

Never completely content. 
Peace with fear on piggyback. 
Worry is my middle name/my middle reality. 
Often on guard. 
And when I die, I will probably rest in restlessness.

Spare Chance

Excuse me...
can you spare-

Yo, man.
I'm just askin' for-

Good morning sista.
I was wondering if-

My nigga,
gimme some-

I so humbly ask you if-

Sorry to bother you
but I was wondering-

I was wondering
   just wondering

And what I came up with
                I found.

I'm a little short on
almost half way
a little far behind but
almost at ahead and
all I need is
all I want is
a little to help me find my way.

A handful of-
a cup full of-

if its not too much a bother.

I'll work for it
spit for it
mix beats for it
juggle pain, sweat, tears for it
flash my charisma for it

Ill hook, slang,
and if you don't help me
I'll steal for it.

But I'm just askin' nicely
            just askin' nicely
            just askin' nicely

if you could spare some love
I could really use it.

Fuck change.
If you can spare a chance
I could really use it.

Copywright Danita Eason, 2011

You

Thinking of you is like
taking my first bite
early in the morning

so sweet and juicy
yet not enough to overwhelm the senses
crisp and firm and clean
nourishing my body and mind
bite by bite by bite
until all that's left is the core.

Thinking of you s like
welcoming the sun
first thing in the morning

at first with reluctance
but then with the motivation
to awaken and thrive
or at least take steps to do so

eventually reaching higher and higher
until I become one with it;
day.

Copywright, Danita Eason 2011

Home of the Beautiful

For someone so beautiful
skin flawless
eyes bright
it lightens your pretty white smile
hair flattering like a halo
standing tall and lean and
oh so proud

Your insides are quite the opposite
filled with charred remains of trash
rotten flowers
yeasty and decayed
a nest for a swarm of gnats

On the outside she is called home of the free

On the inside he's a prisoner of
consumerism
commercialism
narcissism

on the backs of the weary
to get ahead
with a shit filled grin.

Monsters

I've got a thing for monsters.

Ugly men.
Rough and tumble.
Covered with pockmarks and craters.
Twisted teeth.
Cockeyed stares.
Jaundiced
Blotchy, and
lumpy, even.

I know it sounds weird
but I've got a thing for
grizzly looking
broke down
pissed on
men.

Wanna know why?

Cuz ugly men don't hold back.
Beasts with no bedroom manners
is what I like.

They fuck like their life depends on it.
I don't have to kiss them
or look them in the eyes.
No sentimental glances in dim lights.

Just     straight     fuckin.

And they know just how.
Just like the animals they are.

Bend me
Break me
use me as long as they want

making sure I finish first.
Its like a slow race to the finish line.
A game of who can hold it in longer.
And if I finish first, they know to leave me alone.

But until then
its all about unexplored territory.

and our own lust soundtrack.

when I'm with a monster, I'm not classy.

I'm a fucking beast too!

A good fuck brings the monster out of me too.
No longer poised and mild mannered.
I'm twisted mouthed
red eyed
runny nose
sweaty and messy
drooling spittle as I try to get him in my mouth
choking and shit.

And he likes that shit.
And I like the finish.
An explosion of liquid fire.
We melt and we dissolve.

And we are beautiful together.
In the morning, he's all I want to look at.
Gentle
angelic
real.

Its like, last night
we turned inside out.

But in the morning we are

 pretty.

In Good Hands

Have you ever been in good hands?
How about a good mouth?
I don't usually do this...but...
You look tasty as a motherfucker!

I have a thing for fine wine and dark chocolate.
My mouth waters every time I see you.

Just the thought of you brings my body to a level of uncontrollable vibration.

Yeah.

I have a daddy fetish.  Will you be my daddy?
let me hop on your lap,
bounce around until I fall off.
You can spank me with your big hands.
Grab my ass,  make me cry.
What are you doing to me?

I wanna do things to you that would make Lil' Kim clutch her pearls.  No lie.
First I lick around then kiss then suck.
Doing tongue laps to climb your tower of power and before we know it,
I am completely filled.  Choking.  Drooling.
And you can no longer control yourself.

You pull my afro puffs and moan and say,
"That's right.  Don't stop.  Daddy's comin'"

but I don't want you to just yet

I got your pipe in my hand and I'm licking other places that haven't been given a name yet.

The sweet torture turns me on.  Hearing you moan like a wounded lion.

Neither of us can take it anymore so I let you
toss me like a rag doll and have your way.
Deep, thick, thrusts we be like hand and glove we be like slip and slide
You're pounding me like I did something wrong and its okay.
I yell, "Yes Daddy, yes!"
Our desire, our lust is a 7.9 on the richter scale
Collapsed bed frame and freaked out neighbors prove it.

But we don't care. You continue to pump the life in me.
And I'm spent. You kiss me, gently caressing my face, my scalp,
and you say, "How's daddy's little girl?"

and I say,

"I'm in good hands."