Month: November 2013

HE LOVES ME TO LIFE! (POETRY W/AUDIO)

You touch me in places

Foreign to lingering lust

Where blood flows heavy

And veins pump deeper than an oceans rush

You take me over mountains

You make waters flow from some of the driest, emptiest of fountains

Hidden in a dream

You gave me babies to love me and called them queens

You sunk me into life

Long before I became your wife

You pumped love into my veins

And quoted scripture to repair my broken brain

What a tedious job picking locks and whispering through rusted chains

With nothing to gain

You

Loved

Me

You

Loved me

To

Life

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CROSSROAD OF LOVE(POETRY)

I have loved you beyond my hearts ability

Screaming blasphemy at my own spiritual immobility

Lusting for life and my own mental fertility

I still love you beyond my own ability

I can’t even make love to you and it’s killing me

And here I am on the edge of hello

Or goodbye

I’m standing on the crossroad of

Love

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/crossroad-of-love

VACANCIES (POETRY W/AUDIO)

 

My wounds remind me that he is still present

Brought memory to my tears

And turned hearts into jilted crescents

Soft upon my groans

He made rigamortis shift

And threw wind to my broken bones

 Vacancies

Where spider webs scaled empty tombs

 Sad and troubled 

Still tryna’ fill this depressed room

Heart cold upon my floor

Chest pressed heavy against our martyred door 

I am desperate for these broken bones to be restored

An aching in my groans
He made rigamortis shift
And threw wind to my broken bones
Vacancies

Soft upon my pain

Harnessed

Heartless

Broken

SCULPTING TEARS (POEM)

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d make it audible

Allowing even the deaf to hear

 

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d pant it purple

Signifying royalty

And make all the blue disappear

 

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d relinquish loneliness

And mix this liquid with a prayer  

 

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I’d give it an automatic reset

So that it would never be in need of repair

 

If I could sculpt myself a tear

I would never create it

Cold

And salty

Like

This world