Friday, March 29, 2013

Koze Lanmou

Ti cheri doudou mwen,
Sapibon lan kè mwen,
Vini pou'm souse'w...

Chavire'm, fanm ou sou do,
Blayi jan'm mwen de bò,
Defouke'm ak raj  ...

Mete de pat ou sou tout kò'm,
Demoli de bò mouda'm,
Bebe, ban'm gouye sou bwa'w ...

Vwayaje lang ou lan fouk mwen ,
Woule de ti zoranj si mwen yo,
Jete dlo kò'w sou mwen ...

Jwe jwèt ou patron, men fanm ou,
Ban'm ponpe sou bit ou,
Fè tout viann lan kò'm tranble ...

Allo ?
Allo, cheri ?
Apa ou pa di anyen ?

                            MissAhdynn


Tuesday, March 19, 2013

IKILI

You sweat ...
I scream ...
Heart rhythms rise ...
Just the way we like it ...


Sunday, March 10, 2013

The Light ...

It can only last for so long,
Before the hunger strikes.
One can only smile for this long,
Before one's face starts to cramp.

All who live within the shadows,
Hope and prays for the light to come.
Whispering, shivering awaiting,
An uncertain awakening.

So many fail to notice,
In order for the light to shine,
Down into the abysmal obscurity,
It shall downgrade itself.

The light must wander away
From the brightness of its pears,
And venture into the nescience mist
Where the blind ones reside.

The light must descend,
Into the depth of all emptiness,
Where alone, secluded and timid,
It shall ensure never to cease to be.

The light is only Light,
When engorged into the darkness.
But the light is only the outcast,
Withstanding among the graylings...

                           MissAhdynn


Sunday, March 3, 2013

It is what it is ...

So it's like that ...

How do you know when to stop ?
When trying is no longer worth it ...
How do you know when it's ok?
To care, to wonder, to want, to need ...

How do you know if it's right?
If you've ever failed to behave properly...
What happens if properly is not the right way to go?
If everything that is wrong is so right yet so wrong ...

So it's like that ...

You start behaving ...
You do your best ...
You try, you care ...
You wonder, you wander ...

And yet it always goes sideways,
There is always something very wrong...

Someone or Something to send you off,
To make you feel so wrong,
To make you think you did not do good,
To steel your smile and pride,
To have you question your standards ...

What are you going to do ...
When you know it's right,
And you feel so bad ...
When you know it's wrong,
And yet it feels so good ...

So it's like that ...
What can you do about it? ...
It is what it is ...


Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Our Savior

We are not perfect
We may not be correct
Neither are we wrong.
None of us has no sins,
None of us has lost hope
Because He is still caring for us.
He knows our past,
He sees our flaws,
He acknowledges our mistakes,
But He is still picking us up
He has never let us down,
But we sure have on him
Sometimes, often
And His arms will always be open
To receive us
Let us praise His Glory Name
He is our father
He is our Savior.

Sunday, February 17, 2013

My Way ...

I'm not one with a blond, black or any red head shade.
I haven't greyed so far and it has yet to fade.
Fact is, I have coloured hair with an uncertain fate.
It used to be orange, then brow witch turned chocolate.
It might be purple or ginger one day,
But who cares anyway ...

I'm not  one of the tall, pole looking ones.
I'm not one of the slim or skinny crayon ones.
I'd like to believe I am half way between being
Fit and Thick which is sort of depending
On my mood for the previous week
Weather I dieted or ate like a freak ...

I'm not from Europe, although i'd like to go there.
I'm not from Asia, Africa or America to be fair.
I'm from planet earth, 21st century nowhere.
My country makes it that I don't belong anywhere.
Black girl  from African descent leaving in a European
Environment on Native American land in the middle of the Ocean ...

I come from Home and I plan on going far away.
I'm going Home and I come from far away.
I know who I am and what I am today.
I know who I want to be at the end of the day.
I'm healthy, I'm smart, I am hot, and I'm Okay,
I am kind of awesome, and i'm on my way ...

Thursday, February 7, 2013

The Man in You

Her thighs around your waist,
Her eyes deep into yours.
Her lips running wild and,
Her motion carrying you.

The curves of her body,
Bending in front of you.
Her privacy tightening,
Around your manhood.

Her nails through your skin,
Her teeth on your shoulder,
The sudden need to be her's,
The bestiality through your veins.

Your sins in between her legs ...
The Heaven into your souls ...
All your desires and despairs ...
Soaked and drowned into her juice ...

The Whore you've been wishing for,
The Lady you saw in your dreams,
The Girl who found,
The Man in You ...

                MissAhdynn

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Darkness Falls

Through the darkness of the night,
The screeching sound of death spreads.
The moon no longer rises in the sky,
The sun has set one last time.

There will be no morning when the night ends.
There will be no mourning of the lives we lost.
The sorrow in our eyes will drown our peers.
The sadness in our hearts will weigh us down.

The madness in our head will kill the world...
The madness in the world will kill us all...

The slow breathing of a human in pain,
The tarnishing of this life we cherish,
The nullified idea of another life here after,
The threat on the brightness left among us...

Through the darkness fallen upon our souls...

Abandonnée dans ma chaleur

Abandonnée dans ma chaleur,
Nue dans ma torpeur,
Tu m'as laissée me noyer dans ma faim.
Ombre de ma personne,
Nymphomane éperdue,
Inhibée jusque dans mes veines.

"Côliss", Que dire? Que faire?
Il m'a violée dans mon âme.
Espoir et Désespoir,
Pétrifiée dans mon bonheur.
Abandonnée dans ma chaleur,
Livrée à mes fantasmes,
Amoureuse et Vierge de lui.

                           MissAhdynn


Ay ...

En este madrugada me molestia
Soy castigado por tu ausencia
Podría pagar todo para tu presencia
Me enamore de ti cada dia

Dirección tus brazos, soy en mi camino en mi
Cabeza ya estas a mi lado
Aunque ellos piensan que yo soy loco
A ti mi alma es dedicada

No me importa tu nacionalidad o tu religion
Cuerpo a cuerpo madura el fruto de passion
Besar tus labios es una obsesión

Para ti mi amor haría concesión
Mientras que tengo ninguna profesión
Por favor Mama, escucha el grito de mi Corazon

              Damendez