This Is Love

This is Love  Sometimes this can get tough This is rough with limited short cuts Temper tantrums, confused stares Plans to run after pulling a few hairs But what is this without lessons learnt? This is to be understood as bad habits burn What is this without building blocks Actions to strengthen, bond each crumbled rock A quitter I am not, failed a few and bounced back - new Intentions at it's realest, the best of this involves you This wakes me up to smile at Jah even on cold days This comforts me, repeatedly when my blues rot to gray And some say this cannot work without deception This to those embodies a breeding ground of intimidation Frustration, complications, attraction with retributions False hopes in exchange for quick gropes into private places This to them is a game played to win or bitterly count loses But this to me is worth every second, minute, hour, day, week, month and year This represents life, a healthy mentality, unconditional acts, needs to have you near Keeping me here even if circumstances and nature strip away layers of outer beauty You see - I see beauty within a soul, blessed with Goodness that reflects upon me One look at you and my knees gravitate to the floor How can I complain when your eyes and smile open countless doors? Into a life with flaws and adornments – simply Human Unpredictable, progression appreciated, on a path close to perfection Strong minds abiding, respecting,supporting, Communicating, compromising, aging and preserving Living with This, this is -  Love. © Obayifo Written by Y. Marshall          Pretend Kiss    Well defined lips, supple as an exotic fruit on a rainy day Daydreamed during moons and suns of your kiss, pressing against mine Saliva of silk, soft, moist petals with a hint of sound, like music to move my spine Happiness is life’s precious gift, sealed with a smile Singing melodies of laughter, jiggles of a spoiled child Delicate as the feel of a rose across my nose Mellow as the afternoon jazz as I dance lightly on my toes The taste of your lips lingers on my tongue, my imagination Your touch remains on my skin, refreshment from your hands missed Time to create a mystical moment, pretending our lips have a date Tasting a piece of Godiva as the trumpets guide my toes Smiling at the thought of you, I gently licked a wet rose Eyes closed to savour this daydream, oh how I wish Well defined lips, supple as a wet rose in my pretend kiss. by: Y. Marshall

Incurable Unhappiness

I woke up praying to die Wiped the tears from my eyes Just to see another day Lift my heart off the floor My lungs beg for more air... to breath New life into me God gives me strength to function She allows me to continue living Motivation from the sun in the sky Yet when I rise,  I want to die My life is seeking rest from incurable unhappiness written by Y.T. Marshall How many more will die before we wipe our eyes to see the world around us.  Without a cure to preserve life, the depreciation of our people is escalating.  Poems such as " Incurable Unhappiness '' express the reality of some.