She shot through my soul multiplying my woes Epirus bow Laying low the love I held deep for her Turning my memory of her to fine dust A missing relic from my heart
Fresh Taste You have a vibe that keeps my eyes opened wide Your lingo slides inside and takes me for a ride I love what you are talking… I’m listening You got my smiles so wide it feels like I’m glistening Love,
In mine she was poetry.
She was oxygen.
She was soul beautiful.
He Made you Finer than Gold Precious God with a Cleansed Soul For His Sake we wait For the Creator has Full control. Not He made you for Cheap Thrills For in that day He will give you permission to Kill In
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
To Get Through Today I’m hiding inside of myself, Longing to come out But I have so much against me With so much to lose With a lot to ponder Beyond my blues I’ve gained my independence And cross many paths I’ve
I Know About Crying I couldn’t stop no matter how hard I tried There would be tears that would drench my shirt There would be tears, that when touching my face, it hurts There have been tears that wept from my belly
Emotion deprivation Pseudobulbar tears Joyless laughter Emotions disconnected New ones no longer come I know what they are But they only exist in memories So I rely on those that once were For without them I would be just the soulless shell
Isaiah’s Prose(Birthday tribute) Your pen is active in a way that none of us imagined. Today though you put it down and enjoy the path you’ve laid. A growing boy you’ve exceeded every expectation they gave you. An originator of
Slipping into darkness dreaming streaming night thoughts shades of beauty In deepest hue of midnight pitched immersed in unencumbered melanized magnificence Her strength and resilience reaching back across oceans She be that exquisite work of art Mother Africa smiles A by-product of