GINGER SPICE MAN

Looking far into a looking glass of shadows deeply
A woman of widow spirit stirred a potion of unremark
Chanting chanting Ginger Ginger make me a man of sweet love making of thrust and true
Swaying with sensual heat she tossed her hair of weird wild red
Licking full lips of sweet red roses she gasped with delight
Smoke colors of rainbow shimmered from the cutout man of gingerbread
Stretching with purrs of freedom out stepped man of purest fair
Eyes of widest green amber watched with predatorial heat
Ginger the James looked around eyes curious wide saying where am I?
My little noche of heaven she trilled lightly sweet
Walking with steps of wing light feet she stroked a chest of firm muscular flex
Looking at her with eyes of langorous latent heat he curved arms of muscular hard around form of curved sweet flesh of pale
Tossing hair of fragrance sweet she unveiled slim petal of throat with beat of fast
Curving legs of firm muscle around waist she impaled herself with continuous play
Growling deep within throat of firm he grasped derriere of round plunging deep fast hard
Minutes chimed until centuries than eoens as the play of love
revolved evolved clinging ferousiouly in ears of receptive call

By Felicia McCaw

A WOMAN'S SORROW OF CHILDREN GONE

Lights dimmed crying rainfalls of tears
Heart beat diminishing into soundless lessening beats
Every second a weeping willows cry of pain
Arms empty and full of barren years to go
Riding beneath surface is true knowledge of who cares but the mother
A blooming joy that was yesterday's sweet triumph became today's defeated resignation
Tenderly touching clothes outfitted for lilliput forms of joy bring nothing but tears of wells ocean deep
Straightening shoulders weighed down by grief, sorrow, anger, hurt does a woman continue on
Step by step down bricks of many changes caring, moods swinging does the path of healing begin and start

By Felicia McCaw

PUT A CHILD FIRST - FELICIA'S DREAM FOR PRESIDENT OBAMA TO INITIATE THIS CAMPAIGN FOR CHILDREN EVERYWHERE

One of the aspects of having a dream for our children is to ensure that their is a legacy to inherit.. WE HAVE TO FOCUS ON THOUGHTS of helping them understand that they are our life and thoughts of true fulfilling our true heritage so that it continues. Further and by doing so we can help them ensure that they know who they are!!!. Knowing your self is indeed the base of reality that cannot be shaken, removed, threatened or challenged because this is THE AMERICAN WAY AND DREAM THAT WE ALL SHARE.. WE HAVE THE RESPONSIBILITY to FIGHT FOR THEM AND HELP THEM BE WHO THEY ARE!!!. I AM CHARGING EACH CARING ADULT TO SUPPORT EACH CHILD YOU SEE IN DISTRESS AND HELP THEM MAKE IT AND GIVE THEM A PATH TO SUCEED AND FIND THEIR DREAM AND REALIZE IT TO THE EXTREME. PLEASE REALIZE THAT I AM NOT YOUR ENEMY BUT JUST A DREAMER THAT SEES YOU AS OUR MOST PRECIOUS COMMODITY.. Some avenues of directions reflect challenges.. CHANNELS OF LOVE FOR A CHILD INCLUDE:. BEGINNING PHASE - This is the phase that begins the intiial thought of how to help a child.. SECOND PHASE - As in all stages is the realization that everyone is human and is prone to failure the first time and allow the forgiveness to be accepted by self and resolve to try again.. THIRD PHASE - This is the step that keeps you humble, grateful and ensures that you strive again to try again.. FOURTH PHASE - This is the stage that says that I made it and I am a success and allows knowledge to impart to others and gives internal directions to alleviate failure to a certain amount and support continual sucess.. By Felicia McCaw

A NIGGER'S TEARS

Drops of pain surfaced a face of sweet face refined.
Looking at each drop with disdain none cared to wipe away a streak of furrows.
Channeling paths crossed many significant journeys these tracks encompassed thoughts of past thrashing of life and troubles.
Looking at neither for or against these pebbles of rocks thundered against skin of soft and hard.
Crying songs of centuries of misery they clapped as bolts of thunder to announce all.
Trembling and shaking these tears gathered as storms of yesterday's destiny and fate.
Caring not for announcement they lived with life of vibrancy shimmering with rainbows enclasped within each drop.
Wiping tenderly they clasped each finger with thoughts of sad remembrance.
Shaking and gazing deep at each they murmured soon soon a day will come.
Fortunes brought not but tears of pain, sorrow, remember well a life of free zeal. By Felicia McCaw

JOQUINA - My Sweet Second Daughter

Eyes of the lightest hazel gold
Skin as silk of purest rain drops of gold
Laughing happily she mellowed a harp's cry of joy
Voice of song of hummingbird's play
Hair of curly black weight of gold's honor great
Feet of dainty proportioned fragile sweet delicacy
Features of refined sculture gazed at world with wondrous thought
Fair of form she curved a circular path around
Long nimber fingers flowed over keys of ivory and black
Intellectual studies of thought found wells of storage of welcomed memories
Sister of Jasamina she mimic her shadow she sea
Precious love of her mother's heart she fulfilled her dreams of great thought and deed
By Felicia McCaw