“HER” Ruby-shade-faded marble-brown swirl with pepper-salt strand-streaks. This describes the hair of “HER”! Rich outlined surprise brows short of meeting with an upside-down question-mark nose, equal high-rise bone-cheeks and eyes like sparkling stars from a trillion miles away. This describes the face
Soul Play I think of our mornings… soul play While others are making love, we are getting our spirits in check, Tuning ourselves intensively inside the others needs Generating communication while feeding our love seeds No time for reading minds, so we
There’s so many untold secrets that another doesn’t share It can put you in a place that you’ve tried to resist Don’t judge by the other character because you don’t know what state of mind is hidden inside The pain of rejection
Never Really Gave a Damn I don’t look at her the same way… It’s sorrowful and saddening, almost sickening the view now Before, it was that she was a hero to me, I admire her, but I guess the real her I
I have No Field of Lilies Only Cotton Flowers that Bloom When I dance Nurtured and watered by By Bloody Fingers that drip from being pricked Twirl Spin and Fly High Gravity is my Sky For I am unable to be
Lord i come to you on bended knee Im not as spry as i used to be But I’m coming to you to ask a favor Not for me, for you have blessed me It is for my child You see lord,
I’ve loved her from the beginning and the love will never end; she’s my baby, my heart, my best friend. I tried to protect her from all the wrong; she endured her pain and it made her so strong. I would give
We are family Poets and Poetresses Wordsmiths and spoken word Authors and rappers We are family Jealousy has no place here Envy has no place here We all have to lift every voice To help out when we can Who are we
As the sun rests its weary head upon horizon´s breast, I amble in the cemetery, while others are in beds to rest, This place where old bats hover & black cats go to prowl, Where earth gives way to digging, of pick
Though it pains our hearts that you are gone,
joy overcomes our spirits,
because you finally made it home.
I never had a chance to say farewell my friend,
but I know that we will meet again in eternity.
I call you friend, but you were embodied as my brother.
You showed everyone so much love,
whether you genuinely cared, there was no wonder.
They become unlaced and unwoven,
Into threads of forgotten strings
No longer knotted,
They hang separate
Each now unique and distinguished
The ending of a once sturdy tapestry
Symbolic of each man and every woman
Standing alone, unbothered
Segregated and isolated by self-idealism
As each of their importance outweighs
The other until it eliminates
No longer complementary
But a hazard marked in red flags