Post by sudan on Feb 2, 2007 3:20:41 GMT -5
How To Love A Thinking Man
By Marvin X
Love him from a distance
Not close up and personal
From across the street
Across the country
Not across the table
Rarely in bed
For he is not
In the covers
Beneath the sheets
Only his body
Rarely his mind
It is gone among the stars
Somewhere into yesterday and tomorrow
Not in the here and now
A future vision or two or three
Ever restless
In motion beyond his own being
Most certainly yours
Poor thing you
Dreaming of a man
Thinking of a capture
A traditional marriage
With dead gods and dead ancestors
No jumping the broom here
Moments of romantic love
Not with the thinking man
Thought is his mistress
He is not even man
Some divine spirit dwelling within
That human form you love so passionately
Yet he is ice cold
Frozen in thought
And most importantly not of you
He is beyond man and woman
What place have they in the world of thought
Gender
Petty sex, emotion, feeling?
They are for humankind
A night of dancing
A holiday with family, friends, children
Not for him
don't ever invite him anywhere
and most people don't
they know better
leave him alone
to wonder as he wanders
Planner of great things for the universe
Beyond himself for sure
He never rests there
Although you claim his actions are
Purely selfish
From your human plane
You lowly creature
Why doesn't he care for normal things
sleep like normal people
Celebrate a birthday
Take a walk
A vacation from his work of thought
Where does woman fit in his world
Nowhere really
Unless she is the silent type
Yes, thank you, I'm sorry
Three point code of conduct
The maid, the ho, the cook
His Mama said
Maid, Secretary, Mistress
No wife, absolutely not
Her son was not meant for such
Mama knew best
Said she would never have him for a man
Or anything like him
Unless she is a woman
Secure in her needs
Able to satisfy herself without him
With someone else even, if necessary
He doesn't care about fidelity, human morality
What is flesh, really
Carnal desire
He's had his full of it
Enough pussy for a thousand years
Nine out of ten women are an insult to a dick
Keep your panties on and your mouth shut
Forever,
yeah, be a nun
And brothers probably the same
Be a monk
Women spoiled me rotten to the core
They served my every need as I lay
Like a whale washed ashore
I love them and hate them for this
Turning me out
Making me an ungrateful bastard
They've given me so much love it's killing me softly
No man in America is more loved than I am
Yet, I must transcend flesh, emotion
In the name of Revolution
Let's get beyond pussy and dick
Let's think!
We've been fucking in America 400 years
Ain't had a free thought in 400 years
Free thoughts lead to free actions
If we thought free we'd be free!
We drown in slave thoughts and slave actions!
Let her thoughts be
equal to his
Lost in herself or beyond
Like him
Not a pest
Constantly
Begging for love and attention
saying silly things over and over
like a pimp/ho syndrome
Yes, he is there and not there
Simultaneously
Somewhere
But not there
Not across the table
Listening to romantic plans
Or caring for such
Human notions
He is with the gods
Lost in the stars
Of dreamland
Forever making plans
For eternity
Who can take this
Who can live like this
No touching
No kissing
No sex
No sweet nothings
Just thought and plans of action
Call it REVOLUTION
LIBERTY OR DEATH!
THOUGHT FOR A NIGGUH IS A REVOLUTIONARY ACT
A crime against the state!
Treason!
Learn to read his mind or forget it
He reads yours, have you noticed?
He reads your every thought
He reads your period
Your bloody cycle, he studies
Every day of it, every mood of it, he studies
He sees you coming with evil and murder in your heart
I thought you knew!
Read his
Ideas that manifest
From somewhere you cannot enter
Except through the key of divine passage
Cannot buy a ticket to his world
No matter what the price
No matter how big your bank account
Try to pry him open
To no avail
Never run your agenda
Forget your agenda
Whatever you do
Don't force your ideas on him
Your simple minded suggestions, comments
Unless he asks
Please avoid needless conversation
Idle chatter
To break the silence of his day
Because you want him as friend, man, lover, husband
To release tension from your slave job sucking the white man's dick
In the manner of Connie Rice and Colin Powell
Call your girlfriends and talk all night about him or about nothing
As per usual
Bothering him with the trivial, mundane
will run him into the forest
He will hide in the woods forever
You might find him there
Beside a pond
Thinking beyond ripples in the water.
If you catch him
Hold him tenderly
Cherish the moment
Unless you believe in eternity
Where moments do not matter
And thoughts transcend the ages.
Surely for every thinking man
There is a thinking woman
Steel sharpens steel
May they meet
Along the path of eternity.
For they are not of this world
Neither he nor she
But members in the private club
Called Divinity.
By Marvin X
Love him from a distance
Not close up and personal
From across the street
Across the country
Not across the table
Rarely in bed
For he is not
In the covers
Beneath the sheets
Only his body
Rarely his mind
It is gone among the stars
Somewhere into yesterday and tomorrow
Not in the here and now
A future vision or two or three
Ever restless
In motion beyond his own being
Most certainly yours
Poor thing you
Dreaming of a man
Thinking of a capture
A traditional marriage
With dead gods and dead ancestors
No jumping the broom here
Moments of romantic love
Not with the thinking man
Thought is his mistress
He is not even man
Some divine spirit dwelling within
That human form you love so passionately
Yet he is ice cold
Frozen in thought
And most importantly not of you
He is beyond man and woman
What place have they in the world of thought
Gender
Petty sex, emotion, feeling?
They are for humankind
A night of dancing
A holiday with family, friends, children
Not for him
don't ever invite him anywhere
and most people don't
they know better
leave him alone
to wonder as he wanders
Planner of great things for the universe
Beyond himself for sure
He never rests there
Although you claim his actions are
Purely selfish
From your human plane
You lowly creature
Why doesn't he care for normal things
sleep like normal people
Celebrate a birthday
Take a walk
A vacation from his work of thought
Where does woman fit in his world
Nowhere really
Unless she is the silent type
Yes, thank you, I'm sorry
Three point code of conduct
The maid, the ho, the cook
His Mama said
Maid, Secretary, Mistress
No wife, absolutely not
Her son was not meant for such
Mama knew best
Said she would never have him for a man
Or anything like him
Unless she is a woman
Secure in her needs
Able to satisfy herself without him
With someone else even, if necessary
He doesn't care about fidelity, human morality
What is flesh, really
Carnal desire
He's had his full of it
Enough pussy for a thousand years
Nine out of ten women are an insult to a dick
Keep your panties on and your mouth shut
Forever,
yeah, be a nun
And brothers probably the same
Be a monk
Women spoiled me rotten to the core
They served my every need as I lay
Like a whale washed ashore
I love them and hate them for this
Turning me out
Making me an ungrateful bastard
They've given me so much love it's killing me softly
No man in America is more loved than I am
Yet, I must transcend flesh, emotion
In the name of Revolution
Let's get beyond pussy and dick
Let's think!
We've been fucking in America 400 years
Ain't had a free thought in 400 years
Free thoughts lead to free actions
If we thought free we'd be free!
We drown in slave thoughts and slave actions!
Let her thoughts be
equal to his
Lost in herself or beyond
Like him
Not a pest
Constantly
Begging for love and attention
saying silly things over and over
like a pimp/ho syndrome
Yes, he is there and not there
Simultaneously
Somewhere
But not there
Not across the table
Listening to romantic plans
Or caring for such
Human notions
He is with the gods
Lost in the stars
Of dreamland
Forever making plans
For eternity
Who can take this
Who can live like this
No touching
No kissing
No sex
No sweet nothings
Just thought and plans of action
Call it REVOLUTION
LIBERTY OR DEATH!
THOUGHT FOR A NIGGUH IS A REVOLUTIONARY ACT
A crime against the state!
Treason!
Learn to read his mind or forget it
He reads yours, have you noticed?
He reads your every thought
He reads your period
Your bloody cycle, he studies
Every day of it, every mood of it, he studies
He sees you coming with evil and murder in your heart
I thought you knew!
Read his
Ideas that manifest
From somewhere you cannot enter
Except through the key of divine passage
Cannot buy a ticket to his world
No matter what the price
No matter how big your bank account
Try to pry him open
To no avail
Never run your agenda
Forget your agenda
Whatever you do
Don't force your ideas on him
Your simple minded suggestions, comments
Unless he asks
Please avoid needless conversation
Idle chatter
To break the silence of his day
Because you want him as friend, man, lover, husband
To release tension from your slave job sucking the white man's dick
In the manner of Connie Rice and Colin Powell
Call your girlfriends and talk all night about him or about nothing
As per usual
Bothering him with the trivial, mundane
will run him into the forest
He will hide in the woods forever
You might find him there
Beside a pond
Thinking beyond ripples in the water.
If you catch him
Hold him tenderly
Cherish the moment
Unless you believe in eternity
Where moments do not matter
And thoughts transcend the ages.
Surely for every thinking man
There is a thinking woman
Steel sharpens steel
May they meet
Along the path of eternity.
For they are not of this world
Neither he nor she
But members in the private club
Called Divinity.