Hungry

Hungry

Hungry for a brain,
to send signals to a body that screams my name,
and caresses my body through joy and pain, sun and rain,
underpriviledged and fame.

Hungry for a mind,
to focus on mine,
through ups and downs,
lows and highs.

Hungry for a body,
capable of rushing every last emotion of mine,
at the same time, to the brink of the sky... and space.

Hungry for a caress,
to erase the very thin line between love and hate.

Hungry for a peice,
to fit mine, in a motion to create our own unique marks in time,
with beautiful faces and exquisite minds.

Hungry for a voice,
to directly reach the inner-layer of my heart,
which encloses the real me,
with no sound, and no need to preach..
we're already on the same ground.

Hungry for a stare,
to meet my own.
One that i'll crave so much,
it'll depreciate the value of the phone
and increase the value of one touch,
one brush up against my skin,
that kinda makes my heart rush and my head spin,
and urges me to pull you within.

Hungry for a soul,
so holy..
to put the rule book behind them.
Because nothing could be more justified,
tonight there's no sin.

Hungry for senses,
so sensitive.. such as ears and a nose,
that recognize my scent and the rythm of my footsteps
anywhere they may go.

Hungry for a heart,
so golden...
that only focuses on what it's holding,
which is always me,
and doesn't care who knows or sees,
because it's apparent destiny has already chosen
us to be.

Hungry for character,
so strong...
that I don't fear the roads coming along,
knowing that the tree we call love is strong,
because it's bright green buds of trust
breed an unspoken understanding
that could do no wrong.

~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson~

Every Woman Has Hope In A Man

Just when you think hope is lost,
it knocks on your front door.

You tried to find it at one time,
searching, from top to bottom...
side to side, yet, lost it remained.

You cried a river, in fear
of your soul being lost
along the way.

Hope...your heart, the soul in every effort,
passion, and all of the above,
lost, diminished, evaporated,
all into thin air.

You then realize what hope is,
and panic sets in.

Why me?

Becomes the question of the day.

Up until you realize
the answer is you.

Then sisters,
that man you loved all along,
and thought you lost,
comes calling..
realizing the mistakes he too has made.

But even then they don't matter.

Leave it in the past,
for hope shall never be lost again.

Every Woman Has Hope In A Man.

~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson~

Chasing After Nothing

Chasing After Nothing

I've got what they want,
and he has me.
So why is it
that i'm so unhappy?

The grass is always greener
on the other side.
This time, i think it's true,
it's not just foolish pride.

I've never been with this type of guy.
Many nights,
I sit and wonder "why?"

He never calls just to see
what life's like for a girl like me.

He never questions
my modes of thought..
and this lack of attention
often left me distraught.

But not now.

His nonchalance is addictive.

I stopped being so attentive.

After a while I suppose this will dissolve,
instead of him thinking to resolve
the kinks in the program.

I never think he's with someone else,
he doesn't have the capacity
to even love himself.

So how could he make more than one
feel like she's number one?

Isn't that the way that works?
To make each woman feel
like she's got what works?

It's simple..
He is blind and cannot see...

That many men see a future in me.

Even he did at one point,
but doing wrong is so easy.

It's not a priority for him
to keep number one happy.

So, what do I do?

Well, like old folks say..
It's up to me to love me.

So I have to do what makes me happy.

Chasing after nothing
just makes my heart weep.

~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson

Extraordinary Man

Extraordinary Man

Mr. Extraordinary
When you’re away
I’m almost afraid.
Of what?
I can’t say..
Like you’ll find another
little girl to stop and play.
I know you won’t,
but yes they will..
If I don’t pay
that big energy bill..
Or maybe you’ll get lost
along the way,
and won’t find your way back
home safe with me.
Against this I pray..

Even for selfless reasons,
I want you to remain mine.
I don’t need a man of treason
to rob me blind
amidst the wine and dine..
Minus the cheddar,
my boo’s fine.
And you know he’s got potential,
cuz I made him mine..
Only for the purpose of watching
this empire climb
to the top.

Hear me roar from rooftops.
How I soar, When his beat drops.
I need more, If he stops
before I pour the wine
to match his meat chops,
That’s okay.. It’s his loss.

I know someone might do it better,
in more ways than one.
But in my heart, there’s no one better,
I contemplate bearing a son.

Plus..
my lips and my fingertips
can't seem to live without a kiss
and a brisk brush
up against the structure
that holds my heart
and rules my lust

He changed my style
from fun and rough,
to a soft sweet syrup
only he erupts..
..From the depths of my soul,
to the palm of my hands..
He owns my wind, my trees,
my vast mountains, and sand..
My soul lies intertwined
with this extraordinary man.

~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson~

Bodies of Water

Bodies of Water

There's a barrier
between our hearts.
It struck me by surprise.
Our love needed a jump start
before the lies faded,
and i could see your eyes.
I want to tell you now,
starting a life is hard...
And nothing will last
through a sea of lies.
I don't want to end up
knee-deep in tears
from my own cries.

~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson

Better Half

Better Half

You could be my better half,
someone to help me do the math
when life comes running full force,
you could join my jogging path..

You're not like the others
.. the skeletons from my past.
which is why my choice,
in my eyes,
was built to last.

However, my menagerie was thin glass..

Don't fall and break,
you're too beautiful a unicorn
to drop and get crushed
on the concrete that's us..

Giant, cast-iron mold, trust..
is what we could be..

to be enjoyed by the masses
for many forthcoming centuries..
like Martin Luther, and Corretta Scott, King.

When my hand is stretched out toward you,
I need assistance, yours to meet mine,
and pull me out of the ring..
intervention, divine.
A force to meet mine..
Until the end of time.

~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson~

Loyal Allies

Loyal Allies

A life lacking loyalty
is no life at all.

Or is there comradery
you just can't recall?

Amazing!

How soon we forget
who comes running
when we most need it.

Those who show up
when it's least important
are in search of short term
fame and fortune.

True friends ignore your whines.

Trustworthy allies help slow the clock
when time flies...

They defy all odds
for the benefit of the team,
an alliance with no I's,
they come running
with blades of glory
to silence the others' cries.

The Devil supplies Pride
to the man, blind, to his allies.

~Mia "Flying Peacock" Jackson