Erotic Poetry: My First Anthology Feature

I am glad to inform you that the manuscript of the erotic poetry anthology has been sent to the publisher, Dr Bibi Bakare-Yusuf, and to the copyeditor of Cassava Republic Press, and the team who compiled the poems are now waiting for their feedback. It will now need approximately 3 months lead time to send out proofed copies to potential blurbers for the book (they generally take forever and forever to respond) and to find two relevant authors for the foreword and the afterword.All the books that CRP will publish in 2013 were ready and sent to the printers towards the end of 2012: this means that the release of the collection is scheduled for February 2014.

I am so thrilled!

Apologies/Updates

Greetings everyone!

I know I have been silent for quite some time now. I was struggling to log onto my account, and I eventually gave up. This year I tried a different approach, I actually put in some effort in trying to retrieve my password and guess what, it worked out. In my absence on this site, I decided to start a new blog www.brokeassgraduate.wordpress.com. This was meant to be an anonymous account but I decided to put it on my other social network accounts. This blog is not a poetry blog, but it is a 'life' blog, please go check it out!!!!

You can also follow me on my other networks www.facebook/ceastyle and www.twitter.com/cecemata - oh and we cannot forget www.youtube.com/ceasermata ! Thank you so much!

Heavy

I don't want to keep these thoughts inside my head,
Not a heartbeat longer.
They weigh heavy on my bed, they seep through my pores,
And drench my sheets and taint my dreams.

Truth

Take me in whole heartedly
consume me and dwell within.
I want to bath in your flames purposefully,
Sanctify me, so my tongue can be free of sin.

Bedazzler

Never lose your "bedazzler"
You're only as bright as the light you allow to show.
Never, unchain yourself from yourself, after all you are your own handler,
stay true and faithful to the little things and always choose originality over "the flow"

Ceaser Mata

Constantly

Constantly fooling myself
Sitting constantly giving all that I have left
Pouring myself into you endlessly
and loving wrecklessly

Ceaser Mata

AMY



R.I.P Amy



All I will ever be to you, is a fan you’ve never met,

And yet to me you’ll linger as a lost souvenir that I shall never forget.

Your voice was like emeralds in my our ears,

Trickles of lake water, matured way before your years.

You lead a care-free life, some swore for you unpretentious and humble ways,

Now you’re gone, and no longer are your days.

This may be so, but your records will never collect dust in the attic

They will ring like bells, gracing this old crooked house with music.

All this poem will ever be to you will be one you’ll never read,

But I will always value all the great things written about you and understand your misdeeds.