by Chan

I am, I am a Goddess.  I am a Goddess of my existence.
Through every breath I take, I inhale a sense of peace,
I inhale a sense of direction, and a sense of control.
With my mind I create a place for love,
my interior reflects my exterior.

I mean my stride shows royalty.
My stare shows loyalty.
A gem you would say, Shit I'll strictly say a dime piece.
I am the finest piece of woman whom represents her ancestry's to the fullest.

I am the type of Goddess that is made of love;
I mean water and blood, Damn lets not for get love.
Awe did I say that already?
Well that makes me the Goddess of love,
the Goddess of love,
the Goddess of love.

Passionate, ummm passion is my obsession,
gives me a sense of direction.
I am passionate about so many things,
however I am passionate about my man.
Passionate on what he stands for,
passionate about his path,
passionate about his mind, and his time,
passionate about his goals,
passionate about his umm damn who knows
how much passion could spill from ones soul.
A Goddess of passion,
a Goddess of passion,
a Goddess of  passion.

I oversee the emotions that float through the ocean.
The stars react to my potion
that ooze's out of my pearls,
which drips into the mouths of the inhabitants.
Replenishing the gray areas of mother earth.
I walked backwards through the past
to detect the error that lives in our present,
which is destroying our future.

In harmony with the birds that fly over my head,
dropping knowledge to me on what goes on all around my bed.
Keeping me sharp, and sensual, and sweet, and sexy.
I mesmerized the bark of the tree that reached my knees,
and in return was rewarded with the honey that the bee's
stored for their queen whom in reality
turned out to be me the queen bee.
Not mistaking for little Kim,
but for Hathor whom is known as the Goddess of Love,
I'm leaning on mother earth to have my back to defeat Seth,
who seeks to destroy the true meaning of love.
The Goddess of love,
the Goddess of love,
the Goddes of love.

Tip Toeing Through the hearts of men,
who promised to never love again,
reshaping, and reforming, and feeding them the milk from my breast,
which made my chest cave in, they drained my energy,
that made them rest upon the mountain the climbed,
and climbed, almost slipped on the petal that tested their balance
between the Yin and the Yang.
Felt completed when my God kissed the back of my neck,
which shot through my throat,
had me hollering had me gasping for air.
I was committed to the nearest hospital,
because my heart exploded from the love he gave me,
the love gave me, the love he made me
dizzy, and queasy and easy.
No question, and no faking, the God was real,
knew what the deal was,
knew he had skills with the Goddess of love.
I am the Goddess of love,
the Goddess of love,
the Goddess of love.

Goddess by Chan

© Copyright 2001. All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be duplicated or copied without the expressed written consent of the author.

TimBookTu Logo

Return to the Table of Contents | Return to Main Page