Blind

With a glimse of hope comes sign from the brave,
they challenge any danger even if the result leads to a grave.
We fight for there coming and our words seem to stray
when many of us know there not here to stay.
From far off lands we hear there cries, With anger and
regret we are in demise. We give strength to those who are week
with our forked tongues our future seems bleek, desolate roads which
we always seem to embark the future of this land lies in the dark.

-Marcovany Eugene

Caressed with the silkiest of hands and smoothed fingertips my girl can satisfy me anytime. Her hair softer then clouds of pillows, when we kiss if feels special, As though when our lips meet thunderbolts hit land. Her body is of extravegent ellegance born from womb of the sweetest essence. When we unite in our passions we forget of our surroundings, oblivious to everything but each other. Not everything is physical, her mind stimulates me in ways the television cannot, she is not limited to her thoughts,and expresses them effortlessly. Her words are a vibrant thought of joy and can involuntary throw my body into a deepened state of orgasmic pleasure. With the planned seduction of a mistress she seduces me to my coming of her.

As day come to pass I meet with the girl of my dreams through the nightmare of my untold life. In a state of happiness and ignorant bliss she has me. love is not as strong as a word for what her and i share, she is compasionate, worthy of all that is appealing. If i ever saw a body with such care and subtle tones i have lived, but with her the most beautiful of women on earth I can resist. Her divine looks spiritual as it should be mysterious, yet exotic and full of passion, Since love comes and goes I have been lost and mislead but now i can return to my true love surley not to mislead me.

Unify through the pain.

Why do we continue to embarrass ourselves in the name of our great ancestors,
Why do we ask for the punishing taunts that demonstrate political hatred for our people. We are kins of far off kings that ruled the whitest of lands on earth, with mighty hands that separated skies in their demand. With the intelligence of devout philosophers and the strength of a unified people we are unconquerable, and in heart remain undoubtful, but in our minds we are exhausted and deprived of hope. With the shove of ignorance we have been led into a dark and lonely cave where not even the carnivorous of beasts may live. In the trenches of pestilence we call "home" we are led by false authorities that implement new laws every time we adapt and fight back. The cave we have been shamelessly wondering for hundreds of years has come to pass we have seen light and followed, but even if we escaped our certain death we face bleak humiliation in the wilderness of a bushy thickened forest of an undisguised evil. The future of our movement may be shady, many of our brothers and sisters have fallen of track and displaced, they buy into the racially equal idea; and in its entirety it is fair, but after 200 years of capture as though America is our zoo and we are its exhibits of multicultural shades of one color. Black. We are not even reimbursed half as much of real animals in captivity that have been let go. Though we are human and materialistic values are on the minds of many of us we should not forget that this beautiful land that has been thived is not a physical jail, but a mental one, and every moment we pass here and continue to disregard the ever so real truths of our grim future we also continue to imprison ourselves in a state of isolation when the best and only answer is obvious, to unify through the pain, and with perseverance we can make great strides.

-Marcovany Eugene

In the midst of all darkness the night has no refuge
it is of the lowest in its time. With misty clouds and
foggy lands the natural lights brightens up the sky with clear
intent. Each piece of the sky is lit as though in the heat of the summer
the evening calls for the awakening of fireflies. The sun is at a rest in aspect,
but continues to take pride in its appearence the glow of light has an array of
shattering effects.yet though the darkness prevails but keeps it distance when
these two meet for the sun is a bringer to life.

This is one of my sketches that has actually been published in a book.

African beauty

From the depths of the congos to the wilderness of mosambique, among the luxuries of south africa only one rules of substance and pride. With a cocoa complextion that has bathed in the scorching afican sun, and natural hair given as a gift from god she is by far most beautiful. Her skin, smoother then the goat skin of native drums as though she was born from a womb of the finest butter of shear. The body in which she thrives in serves as a beacon for those who are in search for an un tampered dwelling. the gaze of her shapely eyes seduces and places the strictest of men into an ecstasy of emotional trances, binding them to her. The lips in which the luckiest man can feel is the physically equilvalent to the belly of a newborn, bearing no cracks, chaps and containing the finest of african emotions. Her shapely figure is the outline of an hour glass for as time passes her beauty reigns supreme. Her thoughts are mainly pure with her in mind dreams are endless and fruitful, she is noble, she is the perfect image, she is an African beauty.

Enlightenment

The son of the earth and the dweller of its lands forged upon the wicked and deprived of all profoundness. In a state of counsious knowing, countinuious learning, complete growing he has become one with himself. He has formed a spiritual waterflow of knowledge an un masked talent. He is radiant in his knowing, undifiable at his task and a pursuant of his eternal well being. Not being a supreme force he is neither the less a human but a man of intellectual enlightenment.