Soul Perfect

S o u l p e r f e c T

There’s a rainbow that I’ve found

There’s
A mesmerizing Midwestern breeze that I’ve felt
There’s
A southern, seasoned, sultry, soul food spice that I’ve tasted
There’s
Exquisite earth moving disturbances making my piece-by-piece fall into 4ever
There’s
An infinite endless methodic beat reaching the eastern part of my drum
There’s
Spiritual hymns being hummed
There’s
Attractive verbs that curves across the skies like “Will You?” and “I Do” that gave promise for growth
There’s
The 4ever shared glares exchanged like hyphenated last names
Then,………there became us

Yeah, there’s a rainbow that I’ve found

Within this surreal spectrum of countless possibilities
I’ve found heaven’s comfort within the circumference of this wedding ring
Letting things like fate dictate finding my own serene solidity
Outstretched against the walls of a blue canvass
Dances defining the numerous of cumulus clouds for miles in the distance
It’s your appearance that invents amazement
Your science that promotes hypotheses
How possibly could colors feel ever so warm?
Your colors feel fascinating
Your colors are the quiet after the storm
Your colors are undoubtedly gravitating to the chances of lifetime enchanted
emotional secluded dances with my S o u l p e r f e c T
I’ve endured thru vast rains & hostilities, past pains and humilities
Just to find my million to one possibility, you are my S o u l p e r f e c T
Now appears a prism of a love above agape
A sweet sting
of violet, canary, opal, raspberry and tangerine
Ringing of October wedding bells
Black tux tails & vales
Sails a dove from God’s personal collection
On the sunniest of all days into the direction of my hand
May I caress your life?
I’ll protect your right to be as soft as the sun and as tranquil as the moon
I’ll give the gift of uncompromising devotion
For our strength lies in the fibers of a single string of thread binding
If ever there was a shared love
Given soft-spoken reasons of “just because it feels S o u l p e r f e c T”
My today,………I will nurture it
My tomorrow,….I no longer have to search for it
My life,………...as you as my wife….as you as my light…..

There’s a rainbow I’ve found

There’s
A mesmerizing Midwestern breeze that I’ve felt
There’s
A southern, seasoned, sultry, soul food spice that I’ve tasted
There’s
Exquisite earth moving disturbances making my piece-by-piece fall into 4ever
There’s
An infinite endless methodic beat reaching the eastern part of my drum
There’s
Spiritual hymns being hummed
There’s
Attractive verbs that curves across the skies like “Will You?” and “I Do” that gave promise for growth
There’s
The 4ever shared glares exchanged like hyphenated last names
Then,………there became us

Soul Perfect

© 2004
Jay Alexander for Fountain Head Publishing

Ups & Downs

Ups & Downs


These recited amenities accompanying the asylum of your clustered calamity timid femininity being well maintained in a Myspace vicinity,
I'm faithfully committing to each one that of your breaths,
fulfilling your vanilla skies firmly against the kissing ceiling where forever lies
within non-limitations and clever lines that abstract this chocolate delicate Pandora poetic pudding potentials against a midnight dusk that severs ties
with self guided progression,
left pretentious in sequential premonition with probable cause for reticent gestures, sequestering playground reminiscence permissions is repetitiously suggesting that I crawl into your kindness,
being renamed is my aim as an alias of timeless,
true only to that of your definition that's getting imprisoned like slave ship sounds
Both, my Mother Country & pencil mental, shall use your silhouette to redesign heaven's landscape,
putting U ahead of the importance of imported lavender colored love
by a colored negro named Jasper,
gasping and gathering your calendar history's mysteries to assist me with the here & after…….hearing laughter and lacquer coated lullabies,
relaxing in a 1inch space between harmony & tranquility,
translating a scrambled egg English muffin language in anguish,
So, I call your spirit a molasses master in a maskless myriad of emmaculence that's miraculous with mapping a path toward your essence
that klings closer to a license of life like likeness to raspberry righteousness,
reminding my emotions to forget everything that I've never known,
possessing the Portguese equinox ebony that I've ever eloquently combed,
Reflecting this intense impassive black on black protective passion being trapped,
it's the difference in ideal suede made from Egyptian ancient days,
to now risible rebel flaccid fragments of my visible thug that doesn't even clash with your classical symphony,
simply, I'm getting higher as I smoke on your imagination,
I flow in inconspicuous sections of where U hide your true transparency,
Many of incomparable memories awakens to a Klondike,
Upon sights that chooses to risk it all for love
has defused this ignited dependent venom of obtuse wisdom
from a vindictive gentlemen bred with rhythmless gestures upon your pin pointed G-spot,
being garnished and derived via a gospel space seemingly so closer to mine,
furious fantasies subside gingerly to a gender that kinders that of black Sunday,
making Monday more mundane from so many condescending repugnant slum names being slung in your direction on the daily,
leaves more room for the spell of this moon to cast cologne scented musk sentiments in the middle of deserted desires U so intimately whispers belongs to me…
if it were UP 2 me, I'd be DOWN 4 U only!


©2006
Jay Alexander for Fountain Head Publishing

Skyless Mother Nature

Skyless Mother Nature

Ascetic Architects to the skies is the coy creation within unashamed cries dichotomy disguise she implies when interrogated about her Ms. Understood Mahogany Mysticism,
She paints with ageless hands her self-portrait blueprint complexities with a foundation sponge made of clouds that bounds the flawless beauty that gives birth to men thru rain,
Soaken non-reflective broken mirrors stares back in pitch black,
Troubled lip gloss blows secret wind to stir the ingredients of obedience amongst boys,
Avoiding her obvious occulence with an apostrophe S or possibly less to be less bemused with an ownership of parliament pampered papered funk,
being flung loosely over strange tree limbs to bear her forbidden fruit,
known to be seduced in recluse efforts
to reintroduce any opposed to her necessary sexuality connection
that inspects the universe,
that comes effortlessly second nature to her nurture,
I watch thru history hood windows with a misery wood pencil
counting the paint by numbers of the pain that was framed in never to be forgotten fore-fathers that forgot to kiss 4 daughters,
leaving spoiled water to boil their emotions towards the spokesman of most men,
I pick apart her osmosis hypotheses that God spoke His
impossibilities as parts of my Achilles, which is her,
so I sit still & whisper luv letters in despair,
But she'd rather dry hump the midnite air
creating condensation within a accumulated cumulus subconscious condemnation
during collect calls and lying in padded hells, mad at males,
because the first one was the worst one,
Never raised her high so that her Tierra may bump those clouds
Nor addressed her in the 1st person and delivered unconditional kisses to the skips in her heart,
Consumed with assimilated consciousness that now sits in an illuminated dark in emotional uncharted karma,
self esteem is policed with "proceed with pre-caution" and "slippery when wet" triangular sections restricting her delicate and splendid square excellence
being left to exhale when inhaling stale popcorn
trying to block scorn still born births when pop's gone with a Windsor knot matching his irresponsible double breasted suit,
and Jesus' mirth becomes worthless,
The paean of joy is when she doesn't recognize she's a privileged angel that
adjoins right now nevers with tomorrows leaving flowers umbilically withered during spring, summer, and fall and winters, just remember you all are winners
Those with the uncanny ability to birth could never be losers!


©2006
Jay Alexander for Fountain Head Publishing

My Soul Sista!

My Soul Sista


My soul sista,
I oh so wanna grow old wit cha,
Can a man that recognizes your worth please roll wit cha??
I'll initiate today to finger paint a 100 years old picture of you, me and our ancestors
You're the genuine splendor gender
Emotional strength joy and pain blender,
The center of most universes, you use divergence for septic reemergence
from having to deal with the gutter attitudes
From self destructing brothas cruising on low altitudes,
Stuck and infused to be remained less-clued
On how valuable and precious that is of your hue
That color of your history can be seen thru the iris at any view.
I'll navigate across your uncharted sequoia,
Gravitate in love towards your deep emerald forests,
Be unconditionally supportive,
Not thru material treasures of royalty
But displaying traits and trends of MEN once traveled before us,
That, will provide sufficiently for our loyalty
Giving you the energy of the Sun is how we should spoil you.
I will no longer watch at half mass, at a half pass 12
2 be 3 minutes late, 4 you to feel anything less than great,
Unless it's 8 lives that I have to give,
And I'd still feel more than appreciative to have you love me just 1nce.
So, my soul sista,
I oh so wanna grown old wit cha,
Can a man that finally recognizes your worth, please roll wit cha??


© 2006
Jay Alexander for Fountain Head Publishing