Moonlight

I never thought that by the age of 26
So many stars would have already been plucked from my once bright night sky
One by one my guides bid farewell in the night
Often not being able to say goodbye
But their lights twinkle in my dreams at night
Causing me to awaken with the acute emptiness in their absence
as darkness
The guidance I needed at sixteen was a dream compared to the things I've now seen
Missing my matriarch on which I could always lean
Thoughts of them used to make me smile but have left me feeling even more alone now
Just me and my Moon
I am a lonely, sad and lost woman without my North Star
Bathed in tears and showered in precious Moonlight
Brightening my darkest night
I rolled over and the light from Him kissed my face causing me to illuminate, then my heart began to break,
But it was my Moon who made me whole.



Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  Copyright © 2010   All Rights Reserved.

Write Off 2010

its that time of year again, that time in my life
I got some numbers to check, similar to tax time
gonna write off some people- gonna rid em from my chi
Gonna audit all that bullshit that you niggaz bringing to a Queen
I'll trash the shoes laid out in front of you that you were never big enough to fill
Don't waste your excuses on me cuz  that shit dont pay my bills
I'll write off your smiles and feigned interest in  my visions
Cast you out and fill your place with the fluidest of precision-
Won't even recall you're whats "missing"
So step away from the stove when Momma's cookin in the kitchen
--I am Queen of the Sun--
--Your're just an Orange Moon--
I'm the reason why you're no longer that dull greyish hue
But somewhere along the way your shade changed to that of Envy
Smile in my face
Continuing to take-eating off my plates
While you resent me
But you so fake because still to this day you ask for plenty
But your accounts bankrupt, and your invitation- I'm rescinding-
Your friend request is pending-
And the frigid air from my shoulder refrigidaire is unrelenting
Go grab your coat and check the date in your planner
Its the first day in April but I'm colder than December
You in the Indy 500 ridin a soap box n can't keep up, can ya?
I'm too fly cuz my rhymes fly by high like a 747 in the heaven
Just know that I'm the reason your bread has been leavened
While I got you open 24/7 like 7-11
Regardless if I'm scorned, torn or worn
I've had this since I was born
But you don't understand the words I'm writing because my language is foreign
And I'll ride this verse- you can call her Black Beauty
And even from the top floor of your building I'm to high for you to view me
You can't see how far ahead I am because youre losing
And you are no longer the person I am choosing-
But I've identified the flaw in your design
The cost of your presence is eating my return at tax time
So laugh and smile in front of your scoff
Baby, you're just wasting energy, cuz I already wrote that ass off...

Brandy "PoetryeeQueen" Facey Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved.

They Will Not Forget

It's time to get this class back in order. Have a seat, chile...

The Queen's off Hiatus, only gone for a few

So stop squirming little boy- I see I gotta keep my eye on you

I see the children have gotten fidgety from their hour lunch break

But the Teacher's back in the room, so no more time to play

I'm here to wish all well, and grant my Well Wishers a wish

Busboys stop washin' plates and come enjoy your favorite dish

Big Momma had some things to tighten up, had the lay the law down for some bitches

But in my absence you been actin' up, and gettin' too big for your britches

I got mad page for days and throw aways better than your 'Best'

Better wear your vest cause there's no con-test

So give your Gorilla chest-beatin' a rest

Hoping the student ain't fool enough to believe that my absence could be sparked by the likes of You

Chile I took you from my rib, and showed you a thing or few more than a time or two

My arsenal is full, locked, ready and loaded

Baby my Flush got you flush, and you already folded

Thinking that your words are here to resurrect

I'm the Giver of Life, and my place in stone on my throne is already set

The appearance of the absence of my lyrical food left them hungry and cold

But now its time to stand up, man up and keep your passions bold

I know you see me in the mirror gazing back through your reflection

Grab your pen and notebook, sweetheart- Queen's Class is back in session...

Brandy "PoetryeeQueen" Facey Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved.

Vagina Code (V-Code)

I woke up ready and consenting

But my bed was empty

You had me dreaming and creamin'

Possessed with visions of your semen swimming in me

You got my pulse throbbing in through swollen lips between crossed legs

Wanting to hear you sound out my name cuz my brain

Is now in your head

I'm sending kegal-coded messages

From thighs squeezed tight just for you

Show me the wet spot u got from the passion lash from the thought of the way we smash

Now I'm streaming- upgrading from a drop or two

I'll keep my hedges clipped for you to handle it

Give the flower bud a kiss when u come to my landing strip

Queen comes hard if u know how to manage it

Can't cold chicken sandwich it

Get a grip- n let go

I'm not steam I'm pressure ready to blow

But you gotta know my V- Code

Mixed with a lil' G-Code

The kind of passionate and attentive love that will bang an O-G from me outta respect for Queen's Skeet Code

Take you to the V-Point but won't let you let go

Until the code of this Vagina is tattooed upon your every moment

Is your stalker in your dreams turning your sheets to cream

Is the front page headline of your daily Tribune and the pulse sustaining your system- immune

Till its rules supersede what you thought you knew, and become the founding principles of Coochie Wisdom

There is no stand in or surrogate that will cause you to negate the inspiration for your thoughts of penetration all of which is worth a Dick -Standing Ovation

Memorize her symbols and let it become the language of your soul

n never forget who taught you the rules of the Vagina Code....



Brandy "PoetryeeQueen" Facey Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved.

One Question

(formerly posted as "...It Brushes My...")

"...Do you want me? Do yo want me inside?..."
Nuzzling the question into my ear and neck
It brushes my cheek...
His beard brushes my cheek...
It brushes my neck
Shy but hungry kisses makes the heart of my womanhood swell
Her lips pouting and wet
(Inhale) I smell the arousal of your sex
The static between us is as thick as your ragged breathing as our bodies move very little, drawn to one another like polar opposites beyond will
Very subtly, the still pressure from the contact of our bodies touching chest to chest, stomach to stomach, then pelvis to pelvis evolves into a half grind through clothing
Your hands feeling their way to my waist above the hips, squeezing, which is echoed in the contractions of my vagina
I love the smell of your breath during our kiss, your passion is a sticky sweetness I try to suck earnestly from your beautiful lips
Those wonderful fingers (play your beat on me) sprawl themselves upon the nakedness of my back, my locks seducing the backs of your hands who find their home within its small- sending current through my spine and my blood has turned to wine
Those shy kisses evolve into the thirst of a man dehydrated, seeking the replenishing water that only my lips can provide
The thickness of your presence and the girth of your boldness matched by the steel resolve found below your waist is ringing my bell and were still dressed...
Massaging delicate circles up my back until your fingers are entangled in the harvest of my head, which you use to manipulate me like your puppet to draw it back slowly until I am staring at the ceiling and nothing, leaving my neck vulnerable and consenting
Burning a trail from neck to ear, you ask that question you already know the answer to, each syllable of each word a step lifting me higher onto the precipice I will eventually fall over
The moistness of my lips and the moistness of my lips as I lick and kiss your earlobe is the only response suitable, for should my voice be used it would blur the smoothness of the polished and patient Lover I am trying to be,
For your touch and energy has me ready to tumble into spontaneous orgasm without contact
My tongue traces a light path stamped by tiny passionate bites and sucks from your neck to your earlobe, illiciting a moan from your lips
Your masculine instinctual response threatens to undo me
But not yet, I'm so wet, and yet we remain dressed
I can't breathe- the threat of asphyxiation from desire,
My heart is pounding and I don't think I can restrain the moan building in my throat, dangling by the mercy of your fingers pinching hardened nipples through silk
...It brushes my cheek,
His beard brushes my neck as he traces a new path to my nipple, opening the buttons of my silk blouse with the dexterity of a professional lover, so seamless it appeared as if it were pure will and no action
Your tongue a run away thief at dusk
Stealing my sanity, replacing it with phantom kisses and thrusts in places you haven't touched
Its pain riddled in pleasure in all the places I want you to stroke all at once- my body demands it
The intensity of your kisses begin to reveal your raw nature
Passionately branding my lips which will forever cherish its scars
Such pleasure~
Then you pull back, denying me your lips to smile slyly; naughtily, that wicked one corner grin and a deep chuckle
To ask me again, what you already know the answer to
You lean hard against me, my back against the cool surface of glass, its temperature partnering with the fire from your bare chest and warm fingers that have journeyed south in earnest search of the answer to your question...
Your inquiries have returned a resounding "Yes", its proof found pouting and wet, inviting you to test a rhythmic theory
Damn, you make some delicious noises as my hands release all your glory, my thumb rolling over the tip of your head made smooth from a trickling pearl of anticipation; it excites me that I excite you
And I'm coming undone as the smell of your sex and desire again threaten to cast me into a sea of orgasmic thrashes without contact- fondle and fucking my mind by asking me one more time...
Still not willing to commission my voice, I nod my head instead, to which you whisper "...I don't believe you..." allowing my skirt to fall to the floor as you lift me onto your shoulders and place my back against the wall
Gentle licks, kisses and suction snatch an immediate eruption and convulsion from my body, and undeniable "Yesssssssssss" drawn out in key E....
Epileptic orgasm tremors rock my body as you continue to suck nectar from me
until your tongue is replaced with the girth of your masculinity, each thrust sending lightning through my veins and seizures that cause me to grip tight as I ride you back until you expand and release inside me
So hot and so hard you come that you have broken my name into four syllables as you surrender to your climax while my contractions siphon you soft...

It brushes my neck...
His beard brushes my cheek
As he whispers to me "...Do you want me? Do you want me inside?....


Brandy "PoetryeeQueen" Facey Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved

Get Back (The Man He Used to Be)

He said he'd get back to Me
But he never did...
No, he never did...
We used to be something that we both understood
But now its no good;
And I watch as we fade to black
Yeah, he told me he would get back
When he got back
But he never did...
No, he never did...

He knows what makes me tick
He knows spicy food makes my scalp itch
And sippin' Henny and Cran wit a bad mon
make me a bad bitch
I mean, a bitch badder
But now that we here, don't none of that shit matta
So soft tippin on  egg shells with tight knees like I'm
holdin' my bladder
Like Big,
I'm wonderin' what's
Life...
...after our death
Tryin' to resuscitate the way we relate
When it's already taken its last breath
And no matter what I do right,
All the past wrongs aint over yet
So I will soon try and forget
The many nights, where in the same bed we slept
Or how in your arms I wept
When my mom had taken her last breath...

But I aint ready to go there yet...
...So...

He said he'd return
He said he'd get back
Get back to the way he Used To Be
Back when We really meant 'WE'
I mean You and Me
And not just a version of You 'Doin Me'
But, he said he'd get back...
...when he got back...

He never said he had a girl
Like, a real girl, in the bag,
Never confessed the things that I had
Which wasn't enough for him
Even though that was way back when
So when I told him, or wanted to
When he got back
I'm back on track...
Everything I had to say,
Was just a matter of fact.
Period.

Queen Poetess B (Poetryee Queen)  Copyright © 2010.  All Rights Reserved.

Dreamin'

(delicious...)

I closed my eyes...

And then his warm hands were felt around my face
He kissed me passionately...

And that made me want to be kept by him.

In this non-existing place-
Where there is no time
I wanted to keep that feelin'
But I never knew we were dreamin...

How did he know where I was?
How'd he know where I lived in my slumber?
I don't know, but I hope he comes… every time…
…Every time I close my eyes

His lips are soft.

His kisses are as light as the flittering butterflies in my belly
My flowers are budding; my lips are swelling
My core contracts
As the rest of my body reacts
At the thought of him filling my void from the back…
Givin’ that ass a smack...

But he still makes passionate love to my body
While he fondles and fucks my mind
He's readin between my lines
His semen is ink for my pen
I got the juice but he's the gin
His wrath and gentleness is a Holy awakenin'
May my every cell say 'Amen'
Like a kid on the carousel:
Daddy, do it again... (please)…

He makes my water fall
From my coochie ceiling
Down my sugar walls
He takes a taste
He say there's none to waste...
Then he returns to place his beautiful kisses upon my face
Moves knees outta the way
So he can put our puzzle pieces in place

My cheeks twitch and vibrate at the quake of the way we Love Make
Till I clench and he wince till his legs shake...
I love him till he’s weak...
Till he whispers to me: “Open your eyes…”

His presence has caused my wetness
To travel to the inside of these thighs
Now I want to deny
That I am drowning...
In myself....

For I have awakened
Only to find that I’d been dreamin'....

Queen Poetess B Copright ©2010. All Rights Reserved.

Drum Majah' Queen

They seek a hype team
Cyant get it from me
Cyant be what I need
So I keep sowin' seeds

I'm watchin' with my ears
N' listenin' wit my eyes
They try to hypnotize
But they jus speakin' lies

Was not born yesterday
N' not today either
Worth more than rhodium
Dem chicken heads'll feed ya

I'm the tru leada
Call me 'Lyric keepa'
I'm the Queen diva
So know that I don't need ya

How high can you get
Me you better follow
Right now I'm here today
But I could be gone tommorow

Look around you, baby
Aint tryna fade ya
My lyric is tha vaporz
And I'm the Drum Majah

Queen Poetess B Copyright 2010 © All Rights Reserved.

Breathe

when will I breathe
again?
when will I inhale your scent
lie in your arms
make love to your words
with each action verb
be submerged in your verse
for better or worse
from day till night
and A to Z
when
will
I
breathe...
again?

Queen Poetess B Copyright 2010 © All Rights Reserved.

Family Reciprocity at its Finest

Help that woman, Lord
You know I tried to
I offered her what I had
My love, sentiment, concern and empathy
But apparently-
I am still all kinds of Bitches...
She brought a friend, unannounced
Which was cool wit me
I just want everybody to have a happy and care free time
But no one can explain the insane's mind
And you brought more food
I didn't want you to, but that's how you do
She wouldn't even consider that to be rude
So we dine and sip and you make nice
But you're really in a frenzy-
A frenzied state of mind
I dare say it was too much wine
But your aggressive nature is impossible to dissuade once you're there anyway
So
I just let you be...you
I did what I did from my heart most kindly
I just keep trying to lock this family together
A strong tightly braided weave of a family tree
It seems like the only one who cares is me
But others too, just like she
Think it must be fun to be who I be
But really, its a lot of Bullshit too
Really it is
But nobody can see it
They see only what they need from me
Not what I have been trying to do and be all along
But hey- that's family reciprocity at its finest...

Queen Poetess B (c) Copyright 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Bullshit

I don't know why I'm feelin' the way I'm feelin'
Could be 'cuz of all the bullish with what I'm dealin'
I need healin'
And the promise of a new beginin'...

I'm in need of much
Yet still, I have much to give
Even without the promise to 'life give'
...Maybe I can't even have kids...

I hurt and I love
I give and I receive
I devote what I have
But there are things that I need....

I'm sure and uncertain
Confident yet nervous
I seek my passion
But don't know my purpose...

I feel worthless
But worthy all at the same time
Wonderin' what the fuck is going on
Can't explain the crazy ramblings in my mind...

I want to tell the world
But I can't tell a soul
So I dream these crazy things
And to the world I grow cold...

its all bullshit. really...

Queen Poetess B (BLF) Copyright (c) 2010. All Rights Reserved.

I Like My Breasts Free

They put us in glass boxes
And empty rooms with glass ceilings
We conform to make our ends, and we learn to muffle our feelings
Their inventions age into Standards, and they sell us their finest wine for a fee
No prison for this Queen
'Cause I like my Breasts free...

They applaud our independance at first
Then tell us we are now too proud
Our voices once unheard are now suddenly too loud
Make sure you please the people
No heels too high, and no skirt above the knee
I wear no bra to imprison my womanhood
'Cause I like my Breasts free...

Jiggle jiggle with hard nipples, let them bounce naturally
I am every bit of my roots- I'm Nappy happily
I'm not ashamed of their smallness
Despite their size, they stand as firm and tall as mountain peaks
They're embarassed or jealous of my freedom
'Cause I like my Breasts free...

Big or small, short or tall, even if one is size 'A' and the other 'B'
They are our imperfect perfections
They belong to you, they belong to me

Our country has learned to dictate through mandate
While they masterbate themselves to higher power
I'm not ashamed of my nakedness and I look in the mirror after my shower

So if you think I need a bra
Then I will tell you you need to be imprisoned
My mind is mine, as is my body and they will never take my vision

They try to smother what they don't understand
I'm just evolving into the best Me
I know who and what I am...

...And I just happen to like my Breasts to be free.

Queen Poetess B Copyright (c) 2010. All Rights Reserved.

The Half Eaten Sandwich

I am a half eaten sandwich,
Good enough to sustain you, but with only a part of myself.

I am a half eaten sandwich in America,
like the country, you too are wasteful.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
the likes of which are too large for you to consume.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
that has grown cold as it is forgotten.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
but someone, somewhere, would eat me.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
your belly so full of yourself.

I am a half eaten sandwich,
that will nourish the one that is starving.

For I am not to be wasted...

Queen Poetess B © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved

Scattered

running, while hoping
draging, and waiting
merely existing, then sitting

I am undone.

Optimistic sunlight
Pessimistic night silence
I question my purpose
because...
I am a scattered thought
Only really living in scattered and sporadic moments

thriving through a fifteen minute window
a window in the afternoon
when the rays hit me right
For I am not scattered then--
in those moments...

I just Am.

Queen Poetess B © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved.

Want a Piece?

do you want a piece of me
are you ready for its delight
can you stand its frost bitten mornings
and stay for heat filled, pleasurable nights?

do you want a piece of me
will you take me with open arms
or will you turn your back to me
and allow my heart to come to harm?

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved

What I Could Not Say...

This poem is written from a Male’s perspective…trying something new.

I wanted to Love her, but I offered my friendship instead
Couldn’t get her intelligence out my mind
Dick stiff to the head at every smile and word she said
Never the aggressor, because I like my woman to take charge
But she belongs to another, therefore I remain on guard
Until she told me that she was not Loved the way she should
I wanted to offer everything I am and own
Everything that no other man could or would…
But I had to hold it in, I kept my feelings at bay
All because these are things to Her, I just could not say…
I get mad at her often, though she has no clue
I stand around and support where I can
But in the end I feel used
Because inside I am confused
We just friends, but I Love her more each growing day
But I can’t find the right words-- these are things I just cannot say…
I love to see her come and I love to watch her leave
I want to make love to her, watch her belly swell with my seed
Want to love her professionally, for I am skilled in the art of passion
But I never had a chance because I can’t bring myself to askin’
That question; no, really-- making that statement
So I keep that furnace burning low with that door closed to my basement
I’m hatin’—
Yet lovin’ how she makin’ me feel
She don’t have a clue of how she turns my mind into mush and my manhood into steel
That’s real, but I hate that her reciprocation is not
So I let my feelings build up until my temper is hot
She know she should choose me; she knows I am the better breed
And I finally figured out a way to show her that I’m what she needs
I’m not skilled with words, but I’ve found a way to relay
That she will be with me eternally, but there are no words to say…
I picked her up for a movie, because that’s what friends do
Little did she know, she was in for an epiphany or two
I took her to that movie that her man wouldn’t take her to see
I bought her popcorn and candy, all the frills on me
While she watched the movie, I watched the lights and shadows dance across her face
She does not know yet, but she will soon find I can never be replaced
I smell her fragrance wafting from her hair into the air
She just don’t know how she makes me despair, puts my heart in ill repair
She thought I was driving her home, but I told her I took the scenic route
But like I said before, she’s an intelligent one, so she soon figured it out
As we continued to venture away from the city and into the dark of the night
The usually friendly banter turned into a serious and severe verbal fight
My temper is hot, and I know she knows she want me
I took her away from the public, so she could clearly see
That I am the only one for her, and that she is my wife to be
I opened up my mouth and allowed all of my feelings to topple out
She stared at me with wide eyes, could not close her gaping mouth
I began to shout—her look of ambush was not what I wanted to see
My foot pushed harder on the accelerator, her rejection was eased as I increased speed
I decided that she was mine! I finally told her so!
She said that we could talk about it, as long as I promised to drive slow
Smart Beautiful Woman, how she uses her whims to dissuade
But I have decided that we will be together forever after this day
I finally have the gumption to look into her eyes and tell her No
That the edge of life (if she was lucky) is as far as I would go
She asked me why I was doing it as I sped into night
She measured my expression of madness, and told me she wanted no fight
I smiled…I loved every expression her face had ever formed
Even if it was scared shitless and drawn wearily forlorn
At least I knew that look was for me; it was mine in its own way
And Fuck you if you think I am crazy; no one can ever take that away
Because after I crashed the car, she was breathing, as was I
But the fact that she was incapacitated had a euphoric way of making me high
And the little energy I had left, I squeezed from her neck her very life
May seem wrong to you, but to me, it was quite alright
So as I sit in padded walls which matches my jacket and the light of the day
I smile when I see her, because now no one can take her away
She sits on my right side daily, but I dare say she is all mine
No one can see her but me, and damn she still is fine
All I wanted was her love, not to be pushed away
And I did it all to have her forever, because of the words I just could not say…

Queen Poetess B © Copyright 2010 All Rights Reserved

Like She Do

I just want someone to love me
Someone to want me too
I want someone to make it easy for me to transition
The way she make it easy for you
Never thought that how we came to be could be our end too
I just want someone to want me
To want me like she want you
I am a Woman; and made in the image of the Highest Creator
And I never thought that I would have to say this now
Not ever—forget later
But I just want you to know that this is a favor
Because, I just want someone
Someone to love me
To want me
Like she want you; like the way she do
I been here for 365 shy of one decade
And here you come while I am building, you bring this emotional craze
All because I am defending what’s supposed to be my own
Couldn’t man up to be real with me, and you let my concerns for over a year swell and moan
I could have found someone that wanted to take me home
Not just for the night, but home to his Mom’s
But I been waiting, patient
Waitin…. Waitin on you
While you been auditionin’ the next prospect for you
All this time wanting it to be just Us—Us Two
But there you were, looking for something else to do
Hoping to find someone else to screw
Your lies many-plenty while words of truth were few
Maybe I should have been preparing a place to show my face and get out of the race I been in with you—and her by design…
I am too old for this bull shit and the ease of your lyin’
Im tired of crying, and Im tired of living and giving to you
I have lost so much of myself trying to be more for you and make it through
And now I am just sitting here…
With this ache in my heart;
some people say I need to do it over, but I don’t know where to start
Because once you love someone else more than yourself
Trying to heal that wound is the hardest part
And damn, I never thought—I never thought I would actually call you one of them
But you did little to distance yourself from your trifling kin
And I will try to smile all the while and believe all your supposed-to-be truths
Trying to turn the leaf over, and start once again new
I just don’t know if there is something else I am supposed to do
Maybe I fell too far, maybe past In Love with you
I just want someone
I want someone
To love me
Love Me
Like, Really LOVE me
The way… you used to do…
But maybe that is past; maybe that’s because you are no longer in Love with Me
Because I can’t love you…. Love you the way…
She do.

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved

Lonely's Daughter

No one will look at her, no one can see into her eyes
She just keeps on walking, and no one notices as she walks by
Some think she is someone, but no one asks to hear her reply
She is Lonely’s Daughter, and no one hears her cries
Someone will use her, but find she is of no use
Another will mislead her, and use her own gifts as the excuse
Someone will leave her, and she will realize what she already knows
That she can keep on walking, though her path will lead any way the wind blows
Because she is Lonely’s Daughter, and her womb has been just the same
Solitude’s only child, but for this one, there is no name…

Queen Poetess B
Copyright © 2010 BLF

Drifting (Make Love to Me)

Make love to me
I just want to you to feel about me the way I feel about you
Just us here
You’re far away and I miss you
All I want to do is to kiss you
You so near my reach can’t miss you
But somehow… somehow….
I still do…
I want to take you far away, far away
Let’s Be—just King, just Queen
But your thoughts are clearly away… away from me
So I miss you when you’re gone
But when you return, you’re still away
So falling asleep for me is the same as staying awake
There is no meaning in a New Day
Because today is the same as yesterday
And it’s just as cold… it’s just as cold…
Because you won’t take me into your arms to hold
So I’ll continue to be alone… alone…
Thinkin’, Make Love to Me…
I need your arms around me strong
I have been longing for your embrace
But you won’t give me what I need
Even when placed upon a platter in your face
Don’t let my Love spoil and turn to waste
Help me see what’s good in a New Day
Because
You’re far away, and I miss you
All I want to do is to kiss you
You’re so near, my shot can’t miss you
But somehow, I still do… I still do…
Still do want you to…
And I am hoping you will still want me, too
Because it’s so long since love made
That its absence and promise both have me afraid
Of what I will see in your eyes…
Maybe I’m alone because you’ve grown away from me
And you smile as a disguise to cover your lies
But still…
Somehow…
I miss you when you’re gone
And when you return you’re still away
So falling asleep is the same as staying awake
I am looking for tomorrow to be a new day
And when I fall to sleep, I may awaken in a new day
Hoping that we stay…
Stay… stay the same
Somehow different, yet the same as yesterday
Because I will always love you
Until I pass away…

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved

Effervescent

Just a whats rumblin' through my mind

I now have the space and the time to reclaim whats mine

I don't worry about those who don't know me

If you are an iron to sharpen the mind--then show me

Otherwise you just missing out on what is divine about my being

Its my life that I am livin', and oh the things I am seeing

Got me happy that I can share the way I live

and when I got it, you know to a friend I will give...

Give me a token from your mind, and call yourself a true comrade

But your affection is as explosive as the bombs were over Baghdad

Your ill reprieve is your number one ingredient

So I wrote that ass off-- to the Queen you fail to be obedient

Therefore there is no use for the waste that is You in my presence

Unless you can cherish my essence-- mind, body and soul so effervescent

I hope my words prick your spirit, because you know your ass is fake

But its all good-- sit that ass on the curb-- stop trying to perpetrate...

I regulate the things that come and go out of my life

They don't know who I be--I don't lose no sleep at night

I got my life on the path I chose, and love those that have been able to stand by

So now I will share with them a piece of my Life pie

Goodbye to all that bullshit of the past, I am blessed with no stress

And my legion of Angels protect me while keeping me at my best

No contest

Can't see me even if you had the light of His Holy Spirit

Dem cyant get close to the Queen I am, and so they fear it

But they hear it

Beating in the pulse, inhaling my energy-- its in the air

You could never replicate who I Am-- not even if you cloned the DNA from my hair

Effervescently vivacious

Yeah-- I am all the way live

And when I see you on the street-- best believe I'll walk on by

I bump up the volume as I dance to my life track

Peace to all you haters, losers and fakers

Because this Queen ain't lookin' back...

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2010. All Rights Reserved.

Best Friend

a letter...

I tell you now I mean not to offend, but I have this on my heart
Good friends are hard to find, and I have about two-- so that’s a start
I am built with this capacity to love, and need an unconditional friend for Always
I need someone to talk to, I need someone to share and not judge how I spend my days
It’s crazy how you can have a few that say they are true to your cause
But turn around and leave you lonely to speak only to the four walls
I need an ear to be lent without the bitter upchuck of an aftertaste
Someone who won’t use what was spoken during weak moments to later throw up in my face
Someone who can be honest with me, making me better and not kick me when I am down
And when it comes to the wire, they will defend me and stand with me on solid ground
Someone to offer a hug, and a few words of encouragement when I need to just make it through
Someone that I can call on at any time, that will make time for me because our friendship is important to them too
A person whose words can hit home with truth, but are seasoned with salt
Someone who can admit when they too are wrong, instead of making it everyone else’s' fault
A friend who can lend support in my career, but also admonishes me to chase my dreams
Someone who wants to know what makes me smile, understanding my complexities and my amusement at silly things
A person's whose opinion is just as much the same as mine as it is different because we can agree to disagree
Someone that understands and actually takes an interest in the part of me that's Queen Poetess B
Someone who won’t use me only in their time of need, and forget me when times are great
A friend that can share in my successes and accomplishments, and not secretly stand on the side tryna Hate
I try to be the friend to others that I always wish I had, but cannot find
And I become more restless as time continues to pass me by
I am a good soul whose journey feels unreasonably solo despite my attempts to be enough
And the odds of being knocked down are higher than the expectation to keep getting up
Best Friend, I wish I knew you; I have some tears to shed in your presence
I want to know your character; I want to cherish your essence
I want to support you and help further your ambitions
I want to lend an ear and anything I can to help you to achieve your visions
I want to extend a hand for you to hold when words cannot explain how you feel
I want you to tell me what you are afraid of, even if it’s not real
I want to provide a calming word to ease your frustration
I want to be the one you call when your success calls for a celebration
I want to be the friend you are looking for in the darkness, holding the source of light
Most of all, though, I want you to fill this gaping loneliness in my life.

Queen Poetess B Copyright © All Rights Reserved.

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I am *Queen*

I've been silent, so I figured it was time to remind you of who I AM...

This HERE.....


is past due like the rent paid on the thirteenth

But late is better than never-

Cuz I got this here forever

And I-

Flow like rain during any kind-a weather

I keep this here close to my heart

And when the block comes, I dont know where to start

So

I'll just let the words flow from my heart

But you aint feelin me-- You aint hearin' Queen

So allow me to bring you back to the forefront with my sil-lil-o-qy

Remind you of all the things that should have you fearin' me

This Army of One, brighter than that star in the heavens He created we call Sun

Under its light, the two of us can unite as one

And make ours under His...



But until then-

I'll lay with words.... spoken

While promises made to myself remain unbroken

And my gift is as natural as the slender ducts of my abdomen called fallopian

I am *Woman*

The prototype made perfect and pure

Whose prose is as tight as my kegels allow my femininity to be

Wrath your mental erection will not endure

Thought you knew a good Queen with tight-squeeze

Will cause your surrender on your knees (at my feet)

And dream dreams about your seeds

Taking root in this royal vessel

I am Mother Earth

And I AM this Gyft

And so I present myself unto thee

For I AM "Queen Poetree"



And when I seem silent...

When you think there is nothing but your heart beat

Nothing but the breeze

I am the Life that flows through you

I am the wind rustling the trees leaves

I am the beautiful fragrance left in the air you may interpret as another

I am the overwhelming sensation made between two lovers under duvet covers

I am the softness of lips

and the sensation made by the flick of a passionate tongue

I am that empty space you try to fill with another one



So when you think- you hear nothing

When you think you’re all alone

I am every word-every adlib of your favorite song

Every stroke every morning when you brush your hair

I am your deep breath- because, baby, I AM your air

I am everything pleasurable—

Every pleasure experienced since Our Creation-

And it all stems from the balance of my concentration during this poetic intrapersonal conversation

I am everything Virtuous

I am the eye of the storm

I am your hope, your future

I am the pages of your favorite novel whose cover is worn

I am air, I am sky

I am the clouds, and the Sun’s heat

But most importantly, to my core

I am Just a Poetryee Queen, named B.…



Brandy "PoetryeeQueen" Facey Copyright © 2010 All Rights Reserved