Wednesday, December 11, 2013

A Tale of Music Won


Inspired by “A Noteworthy Tale by Brenda Mutchnick & Ron Casden”

Casting aside thoughts of a musician free
Land of music running course of levels of cresting notes
A thought of suppression fill the air of oppression choice of no music to flow alone Musical notes of scale reveal the nature of eight
Secrets Secrets the key of opening the door of hidden
Scale Scale of “C” envelops the stairway of entry into Rhapsody forbidden relayed to restrict thee
Ta Da Ta Da Ta Da The Festival of Rhythm and Rhyme involved the thought sublime all
Grand Baton racing bouncing uncontrollable free water carried it past the Hello Hollow, Waltzing Woods, of recognized clicking over Fiddle Falls slipping through Rocks that Roll
Jumping with eyes closed true he merged with The Grove Twirling Whirling uncontrol into long waterfall until bottom found Looking with eyes of incredible no music color birds and sign of entry Slurrr away go
Buildings of size numerous small large close connected a sky of mediocre uneventful with signs of restrict behavior joy Watching over a city of dark grim a statue of mean oversee proceedings all
Thoughts of usual prevailed carried joy of tapping out music with baton of sound
Watchful of any music sound forbidden throughout Soundcatcher grabbed snatched melody right out of air into sack of caught
Freedom gone breaking the music law gone surprise incredible voice face music is way of life free in Rhapsody and Notes of Eight
Questing a nose of different Superior Konrad Troubleclef asked with fictitious concern if note of one of eight missing music stopped everywhere
Guile used as oil slippery he invited Notso place to sleep which revealed duplicitous intent
Instead of comfort food refine came he invited to dungeon dark cold
Meeting a fair maiden distress held captive in cage of strong Notso curious question her all
Tears of huge flowed freely from eyes of sad she said I am here until I agree to marry Konrad Troubleclef
Notso exclaimed with fervish tone I stay in cage never tell secret way to Rhadsody
Konrad Konrad surveillance keeper of no music opened a box of black glow and captured all music of Notso’s melody
Soundcatcher voiceless soundless given choice of task steal a note precious to Rhapsody to end all music forever all
Alerted to danger all the Notes were in danger as well as Melisma Notso agitated worry filling voice of alarm must find a way to Rhapsody soon
Notso exclaimed something “green” would help find way to play key to intitiate notes sequence of steps of piano to Rhapsody
Climbing Climbing they went up up until The Other Do revealed Rhapsody felled with color of bright music through all
Home Home Notso and Melisma ran ran all the way to Notable Inn relaying tale incredible and who the fair was
The Notes sensing special of friend started spinning whirling until colors of rainbow sparked with music in air
Magic Magic shimmered in air of nowhere transformed garment to real refined of all music ball began circling circling until none escaped the frivolous play
Mi excited elated ran with eagerness quick to buy music of box for Melisma but disappeared quick in bag of kidnapped quiet
Notso happy glee came to Notable Inn discovering with shock horror all musical instruments destroyed with a rescue exchange note flying through window harsh loud
Tears flowing from eyes of sad worry Melisma slipped away quiet back to Slurr to release Mi
Arriving here The Keys and Notso rescued Melisma, Mi tricking Konrad into marrying bride of false filling the air from the Black Box until color of zooming bright and music, song, dance filled every notion of air
Invites Invites flying free in air of delight to welcome people of Slurrr to Rhapsody for Festival of Rhythm and Rhyme
The Notes in order of sync sang sang way up of magical staircase reveal way to home for Festival in Rhapsody with all dressed in finest of fine to witness marriage of Notso and Melisma playing sublime music of wedding
The End

By Felicia McCaw

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

GOLDI AND THE THREE BEARS

Goldie Goldie walked with strides free of enjoy warm happy mellow day
Skipping with free swing steps she walked with happy sun dance foliage green
Through green forest she watched sparkley glimmers of shimmering happy drops of dew fly
Twirling Whirling her laughter traveled free on melodious flutes of orchestra
Coming upon a small cabin of faded brown thatch of green she opened door of creak
Entering a room of small cozy warm she spied a table of set and setting down tasting a porridge of first she exclaimed with voice of guilty sweet this is too bland
Moving with unhurried steps she tasted porridge of second exclaiming with higher octave this is too sweet a treat
Licking spoon clean delight with unhurried speed she came to porridge of last consumed whole and her voice mellowed purr content this porridge best delight
Rubbing her stomach with strokes of silky reflection she yawned with massive slowly eyes of sleep
Skipping past beds of one two she curled content with drowsy huge brown merry in bed of three smelling heather sweet fresh hazel
Opening door suspiciously came the three bears of home kept looking with eyes connect free they whispered low loud who be in house of own
Stretching with languorous sensual warm she smiled with delight at the one of bed own whispering words of magic he transformed into man of handsome with hair cascading curls of silky coal of black looking over shoulder broad he gestured with impatient wave to leave
Rising slowly Goldi began to undress slowly fast with rhythmic twirls watching flashes of heat swell in eyes of huge black
Grabbing swift Barad began to kiss nibbles of trailing heat down flesh of sweet lifting hair of heavy perfumed weight she revealed throat of slim velvet to heated feverish kiss
Picking up weight of small light he began to impale her on shaft of heated strong thrusting hungrily with repeated caressing he rubbed hands of hard down curved back refined
Lights flashed with magneto heat checking casting rainbows of colors dance smiles of thunder lit faces of sweat drenched happy arms clasping tight euphoria’s dance
Kissing pouty lips seduction bliss he whispered low growl of pleased content mine mine mine

By Felicia McCaw

Wednesday, November 20, 2013


My Name is Felicia McCaw and I am being attacked in this Country of America by one and all. As the wind blows as surely as the sun shines the dream still exists and is alive and true. Imagine just mentioning Martin Luther King’s Dream for us all was enough to capitulate me into danger, intrigue, mystery, slander, slurs, and degradation that involves being treated like a slave with the chains and all my children cut from my womb and violence.
We are in an internal crisis that needs the entire country and those therein to pull together to help me fight this external pressure and heal the breach of inappropriate actions. Knowing and realizing an action of trust has been abused allows the ability to correct the misstep and proceed further in an attempt to halt the assassination of character and challenge to this country, commerce, trade and leaders of this country. Establishing a foil against inner intrusion needs to be done as soon as possible due to the violation of citizens’ rights, liberty, freedom and livelihood in this country. Knowing an injustice is done to not one but all immediately necessitates the need for harsh action against the inner clash of race and violation and robbing of rights and possible covering of acts of criminality with rumors, slurs and slander starting with the most famous people who has influence against someone of poverty who is working for a living hard as the they can and one who just wanted to expand and evolve to get a job to help pay her bills. Acts of this nature should not be tolerated and should be consulted on a group basis to devise immediate steps to deal with this type of problem whereas sexual harassment is used to deprive respectability and an ability to survive in society. This is a criminal act when it involves conspiracy which is the act of two or more people who intend harm to one that may lead to death, physical and verbal attacks that might lead to high levels of emotional harm which may result in dire consequences. Seeing this type of antagonism in action is usually emulated if it is deemed successful and results in the desired behavior or treatment wanted especially if it is done en masse...this is so harmful that it can cause a person to commit suicide which would bring in the criminal act of deliberate intent and both acts are enforceable and able to prove easily.
Evaluating criminal people’s past activity in their ongoing actions will probably result in the removing of probational release and reinstall the original prison term for completion since it appears that the majority of people doing this has a criminal background and reflects the jealous, envy and spite it takes to continually do this.
Although the dream may be still alive it is being stolen from those entitled citizens who obey the laws of society and norms expected of them by supposed upstarts who condone criminal acts and measure leniency with unthinking thoughts of consequential actions, results and treatment of the entire black race. This upstart is a result of criminal activity growing rich off the results of criminal activity and think that any acts of hostile aggravated aggression towards others is acceptable in society and is in positions of power that has been entrusted with trust and can be revoked anytime injustice is threw at and levied towards other people in an emulated fashion. We put you in this position and we have the power to take your ass out of this position because of covering other people acts of criminality and offering acts of clemency because they are famous, have money and has so-called legitimacy. Investigation into conspiratorial acts of suggested aggression towards citizens in Michigan is the ongoing scenario and the offering of monies to cause mistreatment and acts of racial hatred and acts of violence towards those of another race or same is illegal as hell and I am a victim because I am uncovering this wrong doing shit and am a victim of shit along with others I know and feel that charges need to be levied against these conspirators and co-conspirators. Their henchmen has been savagely sexually harassing me and has ran me off the university at Saginaw Valley State University and has put out slander after slander to cause interactive conflicts and confrontational conflicts that has caused emotional distress that has affected my health as well as others I know. I have been physically and verbally assaulted by people I don’t know and followed and stalked and feel threatened every day.
These people are telling everybody to act a certain way towards me and talk about me a certain way so that I can’t and won’t be able to come out in the public because they are putting out foul rumors that affect my ability to survive because they violate societal norms and defy the conception and ability of my being able to receive the courtesy and respect I used to get and now they are acting towards me and others in an animalistic manner which has caused me to get on the defense and try to find some way to defend myself without resorting to violence. I have no wish to be a burden to anyone but this behavior towards me is a blight to me and possibly to anyone else who is attacked in this fashion because they seem to think that the more people involved the more believable they are when obviously people know they are lying and because of this someone has to start fighting anyway they can if they are to survive..
Obviously having the idea to have help take down one person or anyone that helps her should show the very weak quality that we are dealing with and that they are a coward yellow bastard who is full of jealousy, hatred and is in both sexes and is the mastermind of this clever ploy of shit because they want something they did not write and that is my coursework that resulted during my tenure in college and two universities and also I paid for my classes with grant money and loans. My work is my own and I had no assistance with it and don’t owe anyone nothing and do not have to add anyone’s name to it. I have been treated bad as hell and suspect something has been done to me but I can’t tell until I receive an extensive examination. I am a criminal justice student and feel like this crime should be stamped out as much as possible and kept down with a foot of cruelty sometimes if you are dealing with hardcore criminals and have been called everything from bitch, fish, cunt, nigger, monkey, ape and also some people are following me on the bus to the casino claiming that I don’t keep myself clean and my hygiene was insufficient and that I smell somewhere personal in four casinos and because of this people are doing this deliberately so that I am emotionally and physically upset and quit life.
Just because I speak with clear distinction and elocution I am being savaged by my own race and white people who are telling me I stank and should never have been given a book to read, never given my freedom and should be a slave still and don’t deserve anything I have worked for and never should have been given a job at the city and that I have a foul strong scent and that I am not human but an animal. Just because we put people in powerful positions it does not mean they have the right to network and have one person or more that I know treated like shit and talked about when they know we don’t have a lot of rights in this country because we are black. I am looking for some help against these racist people who practice cruelty and racism against their own color (black) which includes reverse racism. I am tired all the time and I feel like I am going to have a nervous breakdown (not) which I feel they are pushing me towards every day. I would like to sue everyone who has mistreated me and who has lied about me and my dedication to my coursework and my person (What a joke! No fairness for black people obviously because they think their inadequate ass is better than everybody else.)  I have worked hard to come back from an illness that caused me to retire early and I am tired of being attacked by these people….they have lied to this one and that one and this one to make these people attack me and other people who has helped and I am tired of being called a plagiarist and a cheat because I am black and talked about from my head to my feet when I am clean everyday and not smelling and they are still putting out lies that I am dirty and stinking to stop my man from being with me because it is too shameful to be seen with me and hard emotionally and extremely stressful.
I have been a honor student since junior high and high school and did decent in college but did better at Strayer University and I know how to keep myself clean but these people are lying with intention to stop me from going to school in peace and getting a job because they have made the City of Saginaw a hostile environment to live in and the whole country has been contaminated because they are putting out additional rumors as well and someone told every man to talk about me all between my legs to run me off college and it is a hostile environment as well as the entire country since they have spreaded this filth everywhere. Further I was denied the right to be a foster parent which I would have loved doing because it involves the giving of love to a youth who is not wanted or loved because of this shit. I will be contacting the National American Colored People Association for help now. I do not have to kill myself or stop my activities when I have business to conduct. I REFUSE TO GIVE UP MY LIFE BECAUSE OF THESE PEOPLE.
Thank you. Felicia McCaw

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

PIED PIPER AND HIS FLUTE


Tapping a jig of feet he stepped lively to an inner beat
Playing a tune of hidden heat the women followed incessantly
Changing the cresendo to beat of "c" the women stripped clothes off hurriedly
Watching with eyes of lust filled heat he stared at forms of naked with lavishly lingering gaze
Calling out freely they chased men of prude with lasciousness of pleasure on mind
Catching elusiveness of flying feet of sturdy male they assaulted flesh of hard with kisses of devouring consuming passionate
Dragging pulling they cajoled guiled seduced lovers' quest in various trysts of hidden spots of fleshly delight
Watching with slits of hidden heat he continued the strum of beat of seductive play compelling dalliance long
Finishing the song of long he laughed malicious glee of proud snotty matrons in positions of rut awoke with cries of pleasure escalating to bellowing hollows
Running clicking heels he laughed merrily leaving at his mischievous adventure today

By Felicia McCaw

A PIRATE'S WALK


Ashore he went a strolling down a plank gold true
Looking for a wench or two of skirt sweet true
Locking musket cutlass to waist of hard masculine muscle flat
Tossing mane of rich glory black of curly free he strutted a peacock's walk
Smiling with teeth of straight with gold of blinking flashing he caressed the females of hot stare
Running with feet of fluttering wings of butterfly Shandoa threw herself in arms of muscled armor
Grasping hips of round he lashed her firm to form of steely strength
Tossing form of light he ran with pantherish prowl of kicking sturdy door with booted leather boots of high aside he carried his burden of delight
Bolting door with latch of strong he tossed his burden high with teasing playful glee
Tossing aside net of fine he clasped her breast of cantaloupe large in hands of weathered firm
Tugging hungrily at ripe nipples of large he suckled sweet berry sugar Pushing aside legs of hidden treasure he plunged his spear of lust deep within recesses of hot molten
Leaning with arms of balled fists beside head of fair he mastered her tempo with measured gait of swift to fast to slow heart rendering stopping thrust of controlled pleasure
Muffling screams of pleasure he kissed lips of pout divine with hard masculine lips of grinning wolfish nibbles of enveloping
Continuing the tango of love refined they coasted high on rivers of cloud of rippling lightening bolts
Faces flushed with glow of sweet aftermath both smiled with satisfaction of pleasured mutuality
By Felicia McCaw

Sunday, November 3, 2013

RED RIDING HOOD'S ADVENTURE


Swinging hair of silky black she swished her hips of round.
Grandma house I go she called to mom of thoughts.
Looking with eyes of suspicious calculation she trilled with chiding beware of strangers be you sweet.
Twisting small straight nose with disdain Red said I will I will fly if a stranger approach with rogue's intent.
Clasping coat of red silky hood she flounced with rotating hips clicking one notch to notch.
Calling with shrill voice her mom said stop the sway in your arse or I will.
Looking with incredulous surprise in eyes of great brown she said what is there?
Shaking head of weary mom said no sway when the wind swish by.
Impatience lighting a face of plain and fair she said with voice of resigned I return with hasted speed.
Daylight sparking with diamond facets of chips that intermingled with tears of happy mist.
Walking down trails of worn she skipped with happy feet to see a loved face dear.
Coming upon crest after crest of lucky green foilage she picked flowers of purple bells of singing.
Grasping bouquets of fragrance sweet harmonic she knocked at door of heavy wooden truss of aged oak of question.
Crackling rushes whispered question of Who's there? Who's there? Who's there?
Red answered with small lilting tinkle of musical joy me me me. It's red. It's red. Grandma.
Opening door with slow leisure Esau stood within shadowy blue aroma light.
Eyes of heavy fringed butterfly lashes looked at him with eyes of wondrous unconscious sigh.
Smiling with wolfish flash of teeth brilliant white sharp he took hand of small fair and bade her enter.
Looking with eyes berry brown she shly came into the warm shadowed warmth caressed by heat of fire.
Slowly closing the distance far and near he said she is not here sweetly with another brilliant smile he Pulled her near with with unhurried haste.
Tossing hair of long he placed full lips of thrist to innocent buds of sugar sweet buds.
Clasping firm breasts of point he suckled long varying his movement of tongue around aeorole sweet perks.
Grasping firm buttocks he plunged within tightness of near channel of moist dew.
Muffling low cries of pain he luxuriously smothered kisses of consolement on willing learning lips of pout.
Thrusting hungrily he taught her the motion of lovers duel of delight.
Cresting coast after coast both hearts merged as one and became twine fast forever.

By Felicia McCaw

A Life of Seeming Nothing But Not What You Think


A creature of unknown cruel inhuman thoughts and deeds.
Viciously cuts a woman’s children from a woman’s womb with the help of heinous felonious that reflect the corrupt nature of one.
Using insults to character, morals, work ethics, honesty, hygienic purposes this animal orders a pact of secrets to shield.
Showing the nature, crude, boorish, foul manners and raising we see what indeed makes this country great by the true emulation of such great ones who very achievements are to teach all to lie, cheat, thieve from mindless like he and flunkies did themselves.
Practicing the wiles of a jackal he lurked with rabid dogs in wait to cut mindless inside on several occasions with the last resulting in the genocide of three incubated babies in her Womb with no medical care or anesthesia.
Claiming lie after lie that showed the true person of an unnatural nature this animal stalks with all his little minions in play a role of monster and creep.
Being rich is the game and the sport therein in the object to be in with soulless creatures of non-christian faith shows the world who is in chart that a poor individual is the supposed enemy of a country of such might and largeness that it is the equal of other countries but Instead is only capable of pouncing on and attacking a woman huge with three children who fought as long as she could but was darted and her children ripped from her because of some so-called belladonna whim’s of enraged jealousy.
Claiming that mindless is the enemy when no such relationship of acquaintance has ever been established or wanted due to lack of agreeable breeding that is clearly evident on their part by actions, deeds and manners or lack of.
Race is definitely a part of this cruel assault because no man should fight a woman as so claims all legalities in the land but obviously cowardice reflecting a wide yellow from down the neck to arsehole is indeed the emulator’s dream to follow. Every ugly comment is indeed true fodder and shit fed to a low born criminal dog who escapes the rope of justice and lasso all losers find themselves deserving of especially an attacking rabid group of less than desired left feet twisted she male who claims true manhood and such an animal that he attacks the true heart of this person and denies them any closeness as in the days of captivity to replace their true measure of betterment with themselves.
SECURITY is indeed sleeping good because our foul shit called men are loaded down with chips on shoulder larger than mine since their assault and attack on self mindless as she calls herself because they think with remarkable agility that she is simple stupid inept and less than any person braying loud and long endurance is necessary because of too much mouth and less brass in ass to fight a man instead they have the whole country fight her and any that comes to her aid or cares or loves her. (LINED UP LIKE DOGS THEY COME ONE BY ONE-ENDLESS ATTACKS…ONE AFTER ANOTHER….I HOPE ALL FOREINERS OPT OUT…YOU SHOULD KNOW BY KNOW THAT YOU AIN’T WELCOME ANY MORE THAN BLACK PEOPLE.).
Despicable is the thought that these curs should be the example of good manhood (not) maybe a few are here but are attacked because of good raising, honor, principles and not from dirt poor trash families that accepts the crudest of vulgarities as their everyday bread and butter and expect their low filthy ass to accepted as a true participant of good societal norms with the nouveau power placed in their hands.
Now see here is the plot uncovered by mindless by these superior men of power to claim she smells, stinks, does not bathe, nasty, filthy, too much musk in her ass, funky, fishy smell, and then have some lackey say he does not like the smell of her, down rate her looks, figure, skin discolorations is mind boggling enough to shatter planets. Imagine this destroy her hair by she-bitches and this is indeed the way to cover any criminal act of violence and assault with intent to kill and wa la la la this gives everybody the right to attack as per ordered by a man of “God” and giver and deceiver of himself and others. Go figure this hide and lie is the strategy taught on this massive level and reflects too much power, influence, a mind riddled with rabies, a possible STD is the compiled giver of misery to mindless who has no power but analysis and deductions and conclusions to report and relay to protect herself from this afflicted blight these people put out to stalk and keep her from doing her job. She decides to make fun of the whole situation because no money is defintely not going to change hands due to the ones on the attack mode. Such a person as this is indeed the steel back this country needs to help provide jobs and not be the suppressors of a certain race because of color. He is indeed the new slave master…a beginning of a new era - god forbid – for truly life of all is going to be shit combined for all.
No muzzle or biting guard is never provided because as long as the attack is on someone black …it is okay! Racism rearing its ugly head now wants to take mindless freedom away for the lies and attack done on her by this power of several with too much influence on the people. These people who makes such heinous steps are the hovering and covering of lies and perpetrators of criminal attacks and are so full of hate that they wish to take my coursework and put it in someone else's name that is not the shade of me and who definitely cannot continue the thought and does not have the mental acuity to go full steam ahead and this allows me to bring forth the mean malice to protect self. Since they are so this and that they should have work in their own capable perfect name already and not try to claim some other person’s work who has labored hard and long to learn the subject since they lie and bolster that they helped mindless get where she is and is obviously a f. lie since they attack her mentally, physically, psychologically and anyway they can. Mindless works “Solo” and is “Solo”, and is “FM” who communicates with the president of this country and has been subjected to assaultive allegations after assaultive allegations which have been done against her as well as lie after lie as these attacks are done to discredit, dishonor any man she loves, remove any respect she deserves, stain her honor and because of the very viciousness of this attack I restrain myself verbally, physically to try to get to the bottom of this lunacy. She is also B.I.T.C.H., S.H.I.T., S.E.C.U.R.T.Y. and has many tasks that has to be done and she does not have time for people who has no good nature or respect for self ... or is willy nilly and lives in people who irregardless of race for gain of what shall profit from something they did not earn…it will never happen…that this change can occur or maybe I speak too soon for the foulness of corruption is evident as hell in the air.
If there was a brain then they could do the same quality of work as long as the mental acuity is not lacking and has been substantiated to exist. A stone threw obviously opens a puddle of shit we would rather of not seen such sad lack of restraint but still predicable of a low born bunch of minds that do not understand the need to view work as a level of concise educational pleasure and evolution of thought and passages and the resulting and satisfying evidence that gives the author pleasure.
Some of you will never get there for the dishonest soul and evil in your heart, mind and soul cannot be established as restrainer for speaking to me and about me as a low animal or dog with no heart or feelings…you are not my kind of people at all that willfully mistreats someone because someone tells you to. I feel sorry indeed for the sad lack of humanness in you and the pitiful display of fellowship that does not exist here at all in this time of century.
Killing me will not solve this horrible Pandora’s Box of shit that you opened it will only serve as a catalyst and I want no part of this pitiful drama I see developing and being performed before my very eyes wit and cruel amusement.
Great minds deduct everything that variables like this thrown before the winds but like a rat with cheese who can’t find it anyway if it was stuck up in its arse this relates to the thoughtless pitiful display we are coming to loath, hate, condemn, disdain and bless ourselves to see an era that will never be repeated. Ha Ha Ha Ha.
No variables cannot be locked down to one person…anyone with elementary sense should know that by now and should have deducted this in the first place … that a cruelty authorized for one will be given and used as weapons against too many to count.

By Felicia McCaw

Monday, October 14, 2013

RAINBOW'S END

Chasings lights and shadows Christa lept from cloud to cloud. Singing carols of free she tucked red poppies of Jasmine in each sweet ear.
Feathery soft hands of white petals patted plump cheeks of sugar plum.
Rainbow's End Rainbow's End she song with a high lilting voice I sea a quest of Fa La La Fa La La La La La La.
Checkered red stockings of blue yellow red shimmered with bells of stars of sky navigate feet of flashy wings.
Christa looking at shoes pointed with twinkle star asked with amusement slipping flying which way we go?
Follow Follow we sea a blue checkered rainbow to see Momma's house of gold cherries of tinkle.
Ding dong ding dong we sea a donkey of blue yellow diamonds. Watching with eyes of wide expression glee she caught him fast with smiles of sigh.
Grasping mane of stars she rode with flow of river of yellow delight.
Seeing a wall of raining coins she caught hands of small filling bags of green universe happy.
Tucking bags of grey white and narrow beneath saddle bags of magic flute light Christa's smile brillant to light the road to home.
Mom Mom echoed the small voice of sweet harmonic harp she dance with light clicks spinning colors of circular light.
Rainbow's End she chirped merrily down the colored river of flowing mirage of intricate way.
Leaping from color to color she spanned spinned the wheel of future to dial the time of hidden place of original beginning.
Arms opened wide she grasped her mom in arms of small but strong with love of all the rainbow's train.
Opening bags of light but heavy the coins dance with musical delight crowing yours yours I am.
By Felicia McCaw

CRAZY WORLD AGREW AROUND FELICIA, MOTHER AND FRIENDS

Masking disdain threw clear slits of analytical deduction.
Mindless looked at the intellectual mass of stupidness of humans that cohesively gather stones that tar self.
Great marvels look upon them with sad regret of unspeakable horrors allowed a rich scions descend from heredity of nothing now so-called great.
Achieving nothing more than others he parlayed the speech of what simpleton cannot but aspire to achieve.
Smugly watching a purr reverbrates deep within a throat constricted with internal mirth of sins too escalated with bounty that chains the mush for brains.
Imagine picking a fight that entails the entire world to assist a weak bone of flesh that obviously reflects the good breeding we all aspire to...from gutter to supposed elegance and correctness.
Surely not this group of inane shallow easily paid lackeys that supposed right is for all...God forbid any stand against the guttural talk necessary to exist with liking that fit not the mold of regard stereotypes negate the truth but continue to proprogate one lie after another.
Guessing that an enemy comprises one this place and all therein is indeed a push over and the might of us as united is surely questionable.
Being a grasping parasite of all renown obviously all know the path of sure destruction havoc that quotes all against one equal majority wins at even the lowest gutter ghetto feats of imbredded surely all know characteristics of a duance who wishes to tout achievement better than a mindless fool reputed to be a simpleton.
Destroy Destroy we are the power but not the brains...a lackey's ass we bray over over she is this that because we can say that the sweet compliments are theirs and theirs alone to claim and place such sweet adornment on their own head.
Working solo is better than a liar that represents consensus of a non-achieving brainless lot of who worries who wants whom when obviously a flat saggy ass with left feet and nose of ugly is surely the lowest skim of the bucket with rot of dead minnows between someone desirable for despearate wrinkles that map path clearly discerned by eyes of blind note the trail of wreckage that even musty funk is graspable and desireable than crates of canyon and veins of ugliness buried in low blooded children that are led with no duplicity but to lie lie lie lie lie lie lie lie to all deal with business or personal.
Thievery is not gone but a trait envied by the sad emulators that say other races are nothing but we few proud are indeed the best even with no talent, thought, connivance is their nature and is indeed the way to win by attack by emulating the lowest gutter prostitutes they show the world that they indeed have the plot taken in hand...we are better superior to subjugate any so-called threats by slinging vulgar insults of non-cleanliness at all when something not kosher better be kept pristine immaculate secret relayed and not the truth or hunt begun for next victim of flight that look with cruel amusement the descend of smart level ones go to levels of shit to win when all thoughts of any worth exist in all the rable that squeak their importance and right to lie on a disabled person so that they can stand with the true heredity of lies that carry generation after generation of non-wanted sad excuse for existence we don't want this fascimile to merge with races of honor obviously slut whores are the hidden vulture with knife in hand.
Guess the lucid thought and mental acuity is sadly lacking in this dismal combined rubbish so low is the generation that a pea has more composite thought to write pages pages of too complex thought for sad bitch dogs to understand they are classed as the lowest little bit of dumb fluff that accuses false but if checked none pass a test of objectivity because guess guess they are not too good for insults and attacks because the folds are thick enough to bounce flight of moons to another zone in galaxy 5. Imagine that an idiot thinks they are the prize when the nest of surprise revolts something and only a non-working olfactory bulb can tell true.
Badgered by a group of dumb nest of vipers mindless watches with cynical thought wisdom knowledge that the next group to lead will not be the so-called superior for justice is a bitch and I content self with the wish to leave smug nasty dumb shit in this mildew ridden dumb obsolete trashy hoe scenario.
Education for a shade of color is indeed the question of what entitlement or the lasp of descendant relayal of bad karma of generations imbedded is hidden hate not revealed with blantancy of a riverting earth quake but ha ha the laugh is the joke of all involved who sees ta ta ta the lock of hair is indeed the gauge of wit and knowledge that makes us all writhe in horror that something burned out is the portrayal of great marvels that sees something awesome in themselves that makes a mindless fool look with shocking horror that she missed a wondrous sexy worker of magic who performs miracles in all areas of life except the inability to rid herself of boredom that looks at reflectory thought of reason rational thought logic escape none except the learned or supposedly lettered degrees of speciality that reflect indeed the cool shade of rejection thinking that this indeed covers the cost of naught but negated with such brainact thoughts that sear each country with leap and bounds faster faster faster since we all know who is the threat to all is the pursuer and fabricator who hides revealed acts unless confronted with flashed storage.
Mindless fool on duty as F.M. to the President of the United States wants you know that this riddle is fastly being cut down and will be annilihated as soon as possible. Any threat to the country that I am in is indeed a threat to me since I am the first on list to be destroyed because I felt patriotic and have been told anything I write benefits all except for me. Go figure this even the N.A.A.C.P. has not contacted me about the vicious threats I receive and the lies that are continously woven to make even the beautiful dress envied the trail of conceited easily orchestrated tales of fabrication bristle with pride and honor because she is black and cannot fight the many if all agree to one purpose and the attack started in the city she lives in. Anybody who tells the truth is treated like the lowest dog in the country and threats of killing my baby is hissing at me all the time.
I believe Jury tampering will be the next step in this test of weakness in this country and should be halted with the meanest controversal strategy to protect home front.
By Felicia McCaw

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

FELICIA MCCAW

FURTHER INTRODUCTION OF FELICIA MCCAW:
Hello to everyone in the world.
Even those of color are classified or labled as black or are interchangebly referred to as African American in this country. I prefer either reference because our true roots are Mother Africa and I feel no shame in claiming the origins of my roots. Further I do not wish to lose the true consequence of why (blacks or African Americans are in this country). I am one who has been forged as I am and have been assimilated into this culture of America but still hold pride where my forefathers hailed from and my origins of birth and my true roots of Timbuktu, Zula, Mongolia and Asia of nations of one line of birth.
Even though I am American born I still wish to know my culture and the roots of who I am and feel honored and entitled to learn anything of my own people (tribe), place and land of my heart.
This is the only home that I know (America) and in this country I feel welcomed but it is all I know and I claim and give honor, pride and devotion to help ensure our own safety because of my privilege to be here.
I thank god for the mercy of my benefactors who saved me and allowed my continuance. I am working hard as I can and keeping myself honest as hell for the love of my children and their chance in this society.
Love from, Felicia, Mother (Mary A. Barnett) and some very special friends on Dream Travel Solutions who restored my faith in people.

GOOD HEALTH DRINK FOR WEIGHT LOSS - FELICIA'S OWN

TWO TABLESPOONS OF ALMASED
TWO CUPS OF MILK (2% OR REGULAR VITAMIN D)
TWO TABLESPOONS OF AUNT JEMIMA SYRUP
1 YOGURT .... TANGERINE STRAWBERRY SUNRISE
MIX TOGETHER AND IT TASTES LIKE A LIQUID BANANA SPLIT.
I am using this to get a little weight off and some missing protein and hopefully increase my metabolism.
SUBSTITUTE ANY FLAVOR OF YOGURT FOR A UNIQUE DELICIOUS SHAKE.
ALMASED CAN BE PURCHASED AT ANY GNC NUTRITION STORE.
NEAREST ONE IN MY LOCATION IS LOCATED NEXT TO MACEY'S IN SAGINAW, MICHIGAN. WISH ME LUCK. FELICIA :)

UNREPENTENT THOUGHTS AND FEELING OF OBSERVATIONS AND ANALYSIS

Eyes of cool look of resignation sea
Observing clearly a plot of great thought bring forth admiration quick
Casting aside remorse recrimination settle the thought of uncaring established she
Analysis quick hard settles the thought of judgment final
Firm is the hand of thought that prevails uppermost in mind of reason logic rational thought is negate the helping hand results in thoughts of hmmn
Caring for naught but necessary thoughts function is the reason success failure predict world all
Callous question a one of sad deduction marvels the one viciously assaulted continuously of sad pitiful insults of what fickle lame mind deduct a clue not
Great marvels indeed this huge mass that attack en masse but relative legal argument is surely a jest on them and all receive a mind missing sure ok'd
Grasping at straws a man woman in class of sewage is surely not a company kept indeed in industrious meticulous hygienic realms themselves
Ha Ha this sad lot of motley crue with minds of lies reflect the true legacy all know descend from
Slinging filth lies is indeed the moral fiber of society that this mindless fool rejected with cruel amusement
Surely the jest and jester is the braying cackle of a jackass that ceases not with foolish pride in achievement of a brain of mush is admirable than a stable grasp of manner relayed to what a supposed inferior that grasp words of magic that country slugs surely cannot grasp a sophisticated prose aimed at mockery to be relayed that world views them is pitiful.
One against the lies slurs gathered conspired when laws for someone black is no longer a factual protection because we are indeed the suppressor and not the freer of the oppressed.
Watching with fatalistic eyes the knowledge that what goes around roost of right in the nest of iniquity and not desired in the position to assist a bunch of uncomprehending surge of irrational minds with brains of too many overlapping folds that preventive comprehending thoughts of affects of tremor that ricochet on the so-called smart wonder who weave a plot deep.
This cool plot for a lover's quest of wrong shade is indeed the jest on the so-called brainact that marvel at a fluke that threatened the so-called hierachy of mental thoughts.
Using filth is indeed the tar feather that reflects civil unrest orchestrated by brainless non-directional superior class ones.
Boring schemes is the jest indeed on those that appear unscathe but the underlying insidious rot will indeed affect all. Too bad says the mindless fool who watches the nasty display of resentment, laziness, sloth and ridiculous higher elevated brains that cannot be surpassed without the prod of a stick too far in the arse to amuse the industrious youth of hard working crew.
Imagine that we have anal fixation of gay and straight that exhibit the most revolting repugnant characteristics of cheering to see one degraded defiled to savage with animalistic brutality.
Poorly educated without effort reflects the true moral fiber of today's seniors and ingrained imbedded because of the retarded notion that care is going to be given because effort is not the wish of youth and parental guidance.
Stealing of rights, liberty and mocking of other races is the spirit of today if a fluke is viewed as a threat to precious little darlings that grasp with pure lazy greed at all not theirs.
Unrepentent indeed is the depth of morrow and marrow buried in bones but hopefully a discarded trait when the ways are even out and the path cleared for clear discernment of right and wrong is evident for all who sea.
By Felicia McCaw

Friday, September 27, 2013

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

Monday, September 23, 2013

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

Monday, September 16, 2013

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

Wednesday, August 14, 2013

PEACE AND THE LOVE OF THE WORLD


Today's yesterday and tomorrow signifies the essence of truth that peace among the races is tanamount to success.  Sucess is the right of youth to ascend the role of leadership and roles of statutes glory in all countries whether small and large.

In knowing the wide range of diversity and cultural differences this assures
possible ambassadorial rights of true respect for the people and country wherein the duties that are required to be completed and summarily listed.  Peace establishes the right to uniqueness and satisfaction of discovering the differentiating ways of addressing governmental regulations, legislative policy and punishments of each country and respecting all rules while vested the opportunity that allows the study of taboos, norms and societal rights of passage and correctness.

Respectful conduct in all countries is indeed the hand of cordial learning, gentility, respect, honor and learned respect for even the so-called lowest of humanity to those of the highest rank.  Giving of respect and peace is embedded in even the most hardened worldly person who gazes with eyes of hope for the youth and young adults to ensure their correct behavioral patterns are encouraged, fought for, mediated for and demanded that their rights to a future is guaranteed and that it is the issuance of good that is peace and not war that will ensure that this is achieved for all to have and to realize that disrespect for one is disrespect for all and by this no one wins and all lose because of the supposed empowering of those who disrespect and take the societal rights of those who supposedly do not deserve the same treatment as others.

Sometimes the empowering of others reflect that the true detriment airmed at one is indeed aimed at all in a race and the true purpose is oppression and suppression due to fear, hate, bigotry and true arrogance that there is no equality and defy the conventional decree that all are equal in the land of government and will be treated as same irregardless of race, cultural belief, raising, religious beliefs and the true right to respect of all humanity that victoriously exclaim to God and heavens above that I am his tool of right, peace and war if this is indeed the way of life then let it be so.

Peace indeed is the right hand of the Lord and handshake of equal rights to respect for all.

By Felicia McCaw

EVASIONS OF TRUE THOUGHTS AT TO RATIONAL VS LUCID OR NOT


Seemingly out of nowhere comes this truly gracious thoughts as to appropriateness of behavior.  Being a person of objectivity and speculative observations is indeed this so-called mindless fool who watches people surge with the lowest of comments and insults thrown to one to hurt, mentally destroy, defame and discredit one who is not the norm of usual African American birth because of self and upraising.

A lady is not they who parry, cackle about the desire to destroy a person of unusual mindset and stance against disrespectful thoughts of wilful willingness to assauge, seize and reduce to level of a slave as to yester year.

Surely, a thought passes all that was gained yesterday is being shreded today by sheer uncomprehending foresight. Is it only me that sees a shadow envelop the sun for African Americans and the freedom to learn to read, write and prilege to have an education be destroyed by a so-called fear that a hidden threat is being exhibited by a so-called mindless fool that deliberately wound with deliberate intent.

Day by day a barrage of the foulest of insults are missled at a so-called mindles fool of African American birth because quote on quote she is too black for herself and far too intelligent to fit the color theory. Structured as yesterday,so-called theories are touted as authencity that the color scheme hierachy of blackness determines indeed the worthiness of each human irregardless of deeds rendered they are seen as naught and such an ungrateful speck is indeed a thorn in sides of all government and a detrimental threat to any human subsiding on the leniency, kindness, benovelence of a different race shames the marrow of all true black souls and is not a reflection truth of those of a true black.

Obviously, the reins of authority hovers and rest on shoulders unworthy of the trust and honor said position requires.  Dignity, honor, loyalty is indeed questioned of all the race attacked because here sits a true black with mean hate of children stolen and ripped from her womb.  Then say guess what the right is theirs to steal the very flesh of hers for some ridiculous research which is already overwhelmed with donations that are not being processed.  Indeed one questions the intent of these continous barrage of hidden sweet compliments since all suffer from offensive, boorish, lewd, foul comments that rip a woman's respect as a wind blows the hair atangle.

Unfortunately for some looking around revealed to all the contempt and distaste hidden to show such as you low minded trash has truly revealed the hand that a race such as this is indeed unworthy of any position if deprived of good rearing, decourum, respect for all including this so-called mindless fool and can only receive threats of death when a protest is made for such treatment because surely this country is still democracy for all except for black.  Never have I seen a people who needs tuteledge in all areas to reflect the position in government.

Obviously, someone thinks that the only one of any intellect is self indeed and this of course resides because of the right anatomy.  Lechery runs high and deed with corruption, laxness and ability to commit all sins, crimes with disregard to the law, etc.  Ha, Ha, is the contempt some of you deserve...correctness for never have I seen a country ruined because of the sad lack of discipline because the prick rules the mind.

Now look at the fallacy given to all to eat as if truth exist not but a lie is palatable because of this sad lack of control.  Gracious me, I am numbed, stunned that a game of play, jokester, idiot of nothing but with a woman of means and other idiots aplently elevates a players right to wrong her than any government.  Revelation is a lie of many becomes true, a jest indeed on all stupid pragmatic humans that we are indeed an unprincipled lot of shit that even if God was here he would turn his back and look neither right or left and forget the blight that you are never was created because you will not obey or serve.

But people of true noble honest spirit who lie not, thieve not, try not to sin are the ones who are lied upon, dirt of others smeared upon, beaten verbally, physically and mentally assaulted and conspired against.  Imagine that in all this country of many a disabled person of African American descent and a elderly lady on dialysis is the target of all to destroy, discredit and to be thieved from by all to mistreat, kick and stomp with no help from the government.  Way cool...this is indeed the place of honor ... not on your life will you get away with this shit...I wrote the speech and now I am told that I am not human and all organs are free indeed for harvesting which is a pattern some wish to emulate among others of innocence because quote on quote she has no value as well as they. Imagine that ...who is an animal...you or the so-called mindless fool who says without laws there is what...."no society worth living in".

I protest this shit from the depths of every soul in the universe far and wide.  No one is your slave especially to those relocated to this country due to provisional statutes that procludes any right to slavery and allow you residency only.  I am not an ANIMAL...I AM HUMAN LIKE ANY OTHER PERSON WITH FEELINGS and THOUGHT JUST LIKE ANYBODY ELSE.  One day expect the most righteous punishment from God himself because the low is those who will strive, work or persist in trying to right a wrong seen and done irregardless to the danger to self.  The blame is on all on your back who has upsurped laws and order established by our forefathers of this country.

My ancestors participated in the writings of all legal documents in this country and I pick up this pen to protest and support the right to be black, proud, honest, upstanding and a hardworker without bias for self or others.  But I reserve the right to state that familiarity is not welcomed and is disdained.

By Felicia McCaw

Thursday, August 8, 2013

DIAMOND BUTTERFLY

Glazing sky of bluest of blue

She coasted with facets of diamond sparkle

Flashy Jazzy she clicked with wings of gauze of shimmering rainbow

Twinkle Twinkle she say is me and I her we be forever tie the sea

Looking in every nook she chased a dream forever day

Seeming shallow and unfeeling she hid her sweet nature of love deep

Glitter and Gaze she make the eye follow for sighs emit when she float by

Looking sweet and demure she shyly lower her eyes

Feather wings of sweet glaze wrap around form of strong

Lips of pout kiss sweetly passionately wantonly of deep hard firm lips strict

Giggling running playfully she say mine mine mine

Chasing wings of glitterly flight he captured her all

Screaming with undeniable pleasure she escalated to levels of zooming crystal universe

His His His he murmered in receptive little ear of shell of delight

By Felicia McCaw

Tuesday, August 6, 2013

To: President Obama - From Felicia --- My Thoughts of Today and Tomorrow - America is Still the Sweet

Dedication of a soul that is truly dedicated to a life of servitude is the life of all true Americans.  I have ventured forth and seen the plight of many taken advantage by people of rich with ulterior motives not advantageous to a country that is still a great nation but still a nation needing security against invasion of inner threat.

Knowing and realizing a threat to all sometimes endangers the realizer that sees a plot of foul that bespeaks manipulation of deliberate intent.  Casting aside all bigotry, bias, discrimination the idea indeed that muffled the sound of rights denied is indeed the detrimental eradication of established order of papers, thoughts, deeds of indeed bravery and deaths of many to establish a country's might are indeed being mocked by foreign intrusion.

Being a person of African descent does this make a person not a legitimate heir to right that all endeavors to establish this country is to benefit us all for naught.  That mockery,ridicule, scorn is indeed the blade to strike down and cripple attempts to educate self even if this thought to be a threat.  Does this indeed make this country and all therein a cripple that words of cruel intent fall past and make sanctuary indeed a respite from tiresome racists thrusts of words spiked with what "hate" or "intolerance".

Does being a member of this culture or race give others the right to strip, rob and defame another's efforts for self-gain?  I think not.  Being a member or critic does this give the right to ridicule but indeed reveal a noted weakness that is indeed not an advantage for either a foe, enemy or self to reveal.

Duplicity at hand is indeed the noted evil of works of hands unseen but noted their presence is there by the very evil of noted unsureness and lack of education and willingness to sacrifice without thought of fear of racial tiers and hierachy.

Does this fear indeed involve the revelation that weakness or fear turn the clock back centuries of denial and rights of whom threatened?  Who is righteous after all will be asked by all outside the circle of limitation.  Surely not the limitor but indeed the challenger, a new conqueror will see a folly true and advantage will be seized and before the grasp of thought the deed is indeed past correcting without a battle of wits to foil a plot of such elusive secret that only those of skeptical disbelief question a deed too good to be true.

Ursurper or not surely a twist of fate determine a true threat of naturel determination of a threat to power for lust of such.  Looking with eyes of objectivity to seize or not is to question indeed of want and not and not necessarily a thrist for another's folly to take a position filled with thorns as well as roses.

Looking at responsibility of such magnitude indeed makes thought of such indeed not a pleasure but a chore when bitter is the widow's hand that mock a tree.  Sorrow, tiredness results in bitter resolve to stick thru even though the road is paved with rocks of granite and spite. True Americans quit not but face fact and fight with thought of plenty, logic, rational mean savage protective measures to secure a land still new to find a niche and new destiny.  Surely, known to all that it is not yet finished this play at hand for we still struggle to maintain the dignity and pride that carved a land of nothing but wild.  Maybe not all are not appreciated but still the hand knows a milk is to cuddle is a hand to help abet the lost of true sweet hard fought liberty.  May God serve as indeed our forefathers taught that a hand given freely is a hand that receives not any praise but still knows the deed persists in benefitting the true giver.

By Felicia McCaw

BLUEBERRY TINKLE

Cheeks of red hue grazed hair of wildest blue
Lashes of thickest fluffy clouds shielded eyes of curious emerald green
Laughing with lilts of music Blueberry Tinkle coasted down lanes of crazy
zigzag yellow
Singing "Hello" "Hello" she coastedd down off a crazy twisted metallic gray
monstrous tinkerbell cycle of magic turns
Sunshine following her every step she threw flowers of many variety all
Tinkle Tinkle all kids called make my wish a truest greatest spectacular true
Granting a wish of truest all she sparkled greater than sun of even loudest light
My name is Blueberry Tinkle call me soon return all to me I will she
hollered with sheer delighted glee.

By Felicia McCaw

SINFUL CHARLIE


An erotic rendition of a man on the prowl.

Charlie Charlie looking with eyes of sweet lechery
Seeing a full figure arse he cannot stop to not chase
With hands of rogue his hand travelled with feels of great
richoteing blast
Watching with amusement his eyes lit with deviltry his touch aroused
Looking deep within eyes of flushed heat he travel paths unknown
and found
His tongue of discovery plied his trade of great mystery
Gasping with hot panted breath she began to holler
Closing full lips of sexy blush he began to suckle tits of ripe
Covering flesh of volcano heat he stroked deep in petals of ripe sweet
flesh of slick
Charlie Charlie she screamed with loud shreks of pleasure
Grasping restless hands he kissed fully both as pleasure rocked
his soul
Arms of divine wrapped around strong shoulders willingly until fervish
tremble stilled her heart
Embracing light as day she and he soared on rivers of content sin of crave

By Felicia McCaw

TENEKA OF THE BLACK SUN

Eyes of black pools of swimming ivory
Skin of purest smooth black velvet
She walked the day as protected sweet moonless sun
Eyes of tenderness she gazed at husband dear
Looking courageously she faced each day with a lady's need
Heart of plenty see a fool's need
Forgiving, strong, she began her tirade of discipline long
Loving arms embrace children with a mother's growing need to protect
all day long
Hearts of half she will share with all surely family began
Making sure all well she give more than received
Knowing a folly she divert and leave a path of no return

By Felicia McCaw

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Little Boy Big Horn



Once upon a time was little and old a boy of young aspired to play the horn
Being a boy in mind but a man of stature he became all his self he went
Knowing one tune he clamored and boasted his goal for fame
Practicing long hard he blew blew until a sight caught his eye
Looking in a glass of shiny new with colors of frosted color he saw a woman naked and man
Watching with eyes of wow he stared as they begun to move strain together hollering grasping each other
Looking staring he watched the tryst installed thoughts of those that should not be
Little Boy Big Horn saddled his horse left with thoughts of play filling his thoughts and hands
Rubbing his horn his face became the smile of yesteryear
Caresing with strokes of long he played his horn all day long
Creeping to window again he saw her recline naked refined curious of deed thought he stole within
Looking at skin of smooth he touched roamed as his will prevailed
Eyes of languorous with sleep peeked lashes of soot and long widened quick
Smiling with invite heat she paraded her sweet to allow play
Grasping fruit of ripe he suckled long hungrily as his thirst build
Kisses of long swept days of heat between grasped stars of night and day
Grasping thighs of plenty he played his trade of many flavors to her delighted face

By Felicia McCaw

Raphshellna (An erotic rendition of Rapunzel)



Once upon a time of medieval quest for honors true
A fair damsel of hair of coarse black lived in tower high above the sky
Sitting in corner day to noon to dusk til night she spun rivers of silk
Looking out small window of cool she gazed a land of valley green and long
Sighing long low she said I wish to leave this prison of lonely
Smoothing hands of weary down back of slim she stretched agile
Kicking a ball with feet of tiny she stomped petulantly
I leave give chance and I will go far never return
Below a horn beaconed with shrill cries
Running with feet of feather she peered out below with eyes of sharp
Looking down she saw with eyes of huge jet and lashes heavy as soot a sight of one unknown to her
Who are you cried she with curious blinks of eyes and curved nosy smile
Basner is my name adventurer of lands whether far or near
Basner Basner she repeated testing each letter tongue gone flowing as river waves
Basner cried out curious as hell now how do you get down?
Raphshellna replied my hair of coarse black curl allows the step of way
Throw down your hair Raphshellna and I will teach you mysteries of delight and sweet
Ok cried Raphshellna of happy humor for human company has come to clear the days of lonely lack and boredom
Climbing hair of thick coils of coal black curl Basner limberly scale the height and crawled through window small
Basner look at her long hard and said you are fair and yet filled to make a man hand travel wondering hard and sweet
What doe you mean? Rapshnellna replied with eyes of wide curiosity focused on him clear as day become
Let me love thee and I will you teach all that is unknown as sweet as nectar sweet  
I know not what you mean this love thee and such as nectar and all
Come sweet Raphshellna and let me kiss thee lips of pearl and shells
Basner kissed her and ran hands of most hard over forms of curves and sweet valleys
Raphshellna sighed deep within and heart floated as morrow’s tomorrow and sung lilts of lilts
Loving her gently he became her soul and delight of her smooth sweet flesh of new
Grasping his back she flowed over rivers of deep and oceans of wide riding symphonies of harps delight
Clasping her within arms of hard he claimed her his and with eyes of twinkle they left the tower of lonely and flowed as one to become the all

By Felicia McCaw

Thursday, April 4, 2013

MAPLE ANN AND WILD BILL THE SHARPEST SHOOTER IN THE WEST


(An erotic rendition)

Looking with eyes of keen no target too small or large or distant she claimed them all

She swayed with hips around she pranced all day long

Sighting of her caused the sidewalk cave traffic to stop mouths to gap

Asking with a leer of curiosity Wild Bill asked who she be?

Maple Maple Sweet Maple Wild Bill strode with legs of determination

Catching a sweet aroma of perfume he coasted closer closer he watched with languorous eyes the sway of enticing petticoats arruffle

Inhaling deep of sweetest air of sun and perfumery he pranced on air

Miss he exclaimed and around turned Maple Ann of sweet brown he said how much?

How much she exclaimed for what?

Don’t be coy Wild Bill said with a grin of wolf and flashed gold aplenty.

Smiling with acknowledgment she said nothing since you are so handsome.

Linking arms with the most infamous man in the West she rolled rotated ahead

Reaching her room of 127 she proceeded in room of gracious décor

Looking with eyes of heat she watched him discreetly unrobed and begun to strip a piece by piece of sweet delicacy

Hooking slim arms of brown she kissed him long with a French croquette quest

Straddling hips of slim became the mating song  

Crescendo Crescendo of heat surface room of light until neither thought heard or saw

Grasping a hand of hair he ran kisses of raw hunger down throat of slim

Grabbing her rounded derriere he surged surged repeatedly stroking deep deeper until she screamed in the back of throat for more

Handling her like thistle of no weight he lifted her repeatedly firmly growly deep in his throat

Beautiful he cried I want you again again whenever whenever

Turning her facing the wall he plundered sweet full breast of delight and grinded and plunged until he gushed heatedly within.
 

By Felicia McCaw

 

HUMPTY DUMPTY SAT ON THE WALL


(An erotic rendition)

A cruising and laughing Humpty sat on the wall of long

Spying females of naked he gazed all days of long

Looking neither left or right he gazed with hungry eyes roving curvaceous forms of aplenty

Stroking his engorged rod he sat and watched twining long thoughts of picking a flow to pluck and shower

Hey Humpty they cried fuck you! Fuck you…you fat funky bitch!

Call the guard the fat squash ugly matron with frustrated face of saffron cried

Humpty Dumpty maddened with rage lust anger jumped the wall

Grabbing the matron by hand hunk of hair he straddled her hard plunging deep he extended his

lust greed

Screaming mine mine he fucked hard deep with thoughts of capture he claimed her his and carried her away

Screaming, running the girls cried the matron she and Humpty she and Humpty do something unusual they told the soldiers

Looking long hard they found her not no trace of her clothes or not

Humpty Dumpty sat watched her sleep and creep between legs of firm strong thick boulders of granite they claimed her and rigid as pike

Waking up with slowness she cried as she felt sharp pain of pleasure fill her long

Clutching him to her she shuddered deep with repressed pent up steam

Humpty Humpty she cried Humpty Humpty she cried over over as he filled her mind with sunshine  

By Felicia McCaw

 

THE CURTAILING OF FELICIA


( A POETIC RENDITION OF THE TAMING OF THE SHREW)

A time of quest of deeds Felicia claimed for self and her own

Looking at the mirror at visage of plain she complain not for self or same

Mild of temperament her thoughts roamed dreams of universe wide

Peaceful tranquil she proceeded through life with thoughts of change uppermost in thoughts of strange difference

Coasting without cares she came through scrapes troubles travail with laborious effort wide

Affected change alter her mind to stand against attack foes of many

Antagonistic displays of manhood against the one female who supposed roll as alleged mistake undertakes to survive

Mystery Mystery that common knowledge knows roles are interchangeable by their one as fate portrays ready

Bristle Bristle in the insults flung by avenging foes of female that walked outside the line of supposed rigid call

Attacks of physical violence escalated to limits of exceeded accepted value by socially of legalistic of norms

Caring not this world a pretentious lot of simple unrefined thoughts of anger toward the so-called people of plain not deserving of any accolades of congratulations

Felicia of strong thought motivation disagree the lot of baggage of crock that a man or woman be deemed unworthy of his/her deeds of philanthropy of love of humanity be denied then due to shallow thoughts of attractive façade of lack or agree to concurrence of matter yes or not

Opposition Opposition of the most repelling repugnant type run rampant with malicious slurs slander that crack the crevice of worlds collide with amazement incredulity that a surely a just or hoax is indeed the base of such overwhelming stupidity that even an eye of the needle can be threaded by the Sahara Desert

Gracious Gracious this slur of a being a possible member of plagiarism is deemed amongst others things the most entertaining of entertainment of worlds collide in universe wide small

A writer’s work passion is indeed a truth not a fallacy but an actuality that based on legalness of thought not a truth but could not prevail that a fool’s parade cannot surely jest a full of thought that a maimed injured disabled thoughts are clearer and discern a plot near

Go away claimed the curtailed Felicia for the shadows is indeed a speck but an irascible thought that grinds frustrated that power is lodged against a powerless one of peasancy.

But as quoted the pen stand at hand to state surely I am mighty to plot no to stupid to understand or discern the hate underlined to hurt crush a disabled soul who fights to hold stance not for the one but for the many who wait outcomes of war passages.

Now the look of knowledge sights and wander who likes or not is not the question but the defensible port and for the disabled to look and watch the maiming continue.

 

By Felicia McCaw

 

Monday, April 1, 2013

A CRUEL HOAX



Isn’t that fine indeed a cruelty played again

Mindless fool indeed proven not the fool the fool of sad tomorrow’s plot

Look at reality they claim she be not who we say she be

Special Special that they know not this prentended mindless fool she portray

Seemingly innocent wise yes or no the game is elude elusive be the same

Joke proclaim the gangling of people clamor clamor voice the insidious plot to be victor of spoils fool

Harmless Harmless clamor clamor a pretentious lot to maim the felled

Remembering Not Remembering Not never kick a fellow down

Society of new disregard disregard the unspoken courtesy long

Messenger Messenger is the new allotted title renown to all

Tongue a river of thought to relay sway and fight battles all year of long

Stance Stance repertoire of old  need to defend the same

Bark Bark bite less than harm yet portray the rule of all learned anew

Incredible Incredible that a plot so intrigued could be so cruel and just

Absolute Absolute refine a thought of mine that a past of less become so sublime

Gracious Gracious I adore the trick trade that all adopt abhor

Looking to the right and left life is indeed a gracious thought that some of none want to

become the one

 

By Felicia McCaw  

JACK AND JILL AND JANE WENT UP THE HILL


(An erotic rendition)

One hot summer day Jack and Jill went up the hill of questions

Looking at Jill with seemingly innocent eyes Jack exclaimed

Heres comes Jane with a basket of fruit

Looking up at sky of blue with no tomorrow the trio chattered unceasingly long

Jack with eyes of mischief said Jill have you ever wondered why a stallion mounts a mare?

Jill with huge pansy eyes said “no” Do you know why Jane?

No said Jane but I heard a man say boy he is tearing that shit up.  What does that mean Jack?

Jack rolled in grass laughing loud with him hard and said you shouldn’t repeat that.

Why? Said both in unison.

Jack face became strange and his eyes changed a color of unfathomable deep depths

He said in a voice of seeming long echoes come here he proceeded to show explain why

Jane and Jill listened watch with avid curiosity as he begun to stroke a rod of length

Jack cried as pleasure coasted filled his face and body

Jill and Jane sat and watched with strange unusual feeling roaming

Jack with roguish eyes and hands began to touch rub both Jane and Jill as they squealed rolled in hay of sweet yellow

Jack grabbed both with hands of play that live and dance of life all own

Looking with eyes of wonder he undressed both with kisses of sweet

Languishing in sweet molasses he stroked deep long in petal of summer

Entwined with arms of lovers heavy with sweet repast of organism long bygone of yesterday they slept in warmth of yellow sun

By Felicia McCaw

 

Saturday, March 16, 2013

JACK AND THE BEANSTALK


AN EROTIC RENDITION

Once a day had passed relayed the sad routine of old

Jack thoughts spinned pinned and played mom relayed a fool be a fool you be

Peddler of age and sad came with beans of magic

Jack being a person of no complete thought gave receipt of all funds away

Looking frustrated he relayed to mom his quest of lust for lady to be his only

Jack renderings of tales of wicked play heard from men of old he say mom over and over today

Learn Learn he say demand his petulant play of wishes assuage his mind sway

Mom chastising swiftly say no manipulation of manhood everyday wish dad hear to alter your play

Again Again she say fool fool no food no food at all

Money gave away by son of hot loins she tell neighbor later in day of his wicked wicked play

Looking concerned and supportive Maude applauded her share of thoughts of son’s behavior and how to stay

Claiming starvation starvation his mother lamented over over over

Jack wishing to stall the cry of sorrow claim he beg meat and bread from neighbor hill below

Maude Maude he cry beg may I for mom claim fool I be

Looking under eyelashes of heat his eyes coasted over breast of full voluptuousness

Taking liberties not granted his hand coasted over tips of proud and ass of round

Pushing with indigence and flushed anger Maude deny deny this advance of sullen bold rush

Teaching her with full lips pout Jack strutted thoughts of hot loins protrude his grasp of grind on hips wide full

Swaying his mind he parade his advance of know she want him so

Loudly she charged him with thoughts of rejection she berate him swift hard

Giving breath to thought of received gift of need he gave his bundle of free to mom in place to still look of anger

Planting seeds of seemingly little worth he left the soil fertile

Creeping after a time of two hours past he watched through window splinter of love portrayed hot

Lustful thoughts originated solid and long compelled his action of wrong

Entering quick he touched Maude firmly rubbed plucked at her flesh of soft

Laughing softly he investigated his leisure deep and long

Being singular of mind his thought portrayed his will of fresh coupling desire soon

Creeping away on feet of swift soft he left as came

Behold Behold a vine of gigantic proportion escaped the Earth of sky part

Climbing pace set by reach he gained foot by foot

Looking past by past he saw a castle of extreme beauty far wide

A door of extreme large proportion of wide of 20 feet before saw Jack he

Crawling through flap of discovery Jack gained entrance to castle foyer and began exploration interior inside

Hearing music of unusual beauty he saw notes of music float in air consisting of gold extreme

Jack grasped one from air and bit a flavor of sweet monetary gold

Grasping bag of burlaps he followed note after note and filled his mind with dreams

Coming to the end of passage he behold a woman of youth, beauty sweet

Calling in a voice of curiosity he asked what is your name?

Melody she replied in a voice of harmony honey beguiled her he

Melody Melody cried Jack wish that I could have you help me with a quest dear to my heart and below

Melody replied innocent as day I’ll help all I can

Jack coming closer closer looked at Melody special hot

Look he said with a smirk deceptive wolfish grin allow me the pleasure of delight

By Felicia McCaw