Unclaimed Diamonds

He’ll take his plant that grew inches between vines

And claim love that reached stars

But was never really mine

And he will walk away…

Symphony

Perrizzites 🕷 lay babies in my brain
Forcing poetic germs 🦠from these mythological veins
I write ✍🏾and put my random thoughts in mind carved frames 🤯🤯🤯
And I bask in my glory playing this poetic game 🤺🤺
My passion has no mercy 🙏🏿
It has no senseless shame
I’m sworn to secrecy 🤫🤫🤫
I have no poetic gain

I savior every image because I don’t want to waste it
🗣Running 🏃🏾‍♀️🏃🏾‍♀️from the Antichrist because I know he will hate it 😡
Using this poetry to soothe my poetic nerves 🛀🛀🛀
The truth is I’m lost without these poetic verbs

My garden 🍍🍇🍒🍓🍄🥕🍎🥦🥬is where I plant these poetic seeds
For all who roam my pastures to meditate and read 📚📚📚📚
It gets hard for me to breathe trying to fulfill this poetic plead
I take refuge in these words this is my authentic bread

My roots 🍂 are firmly planted far beyond my poet’s tree!🌴

🗣🗣So I scribe and plant poetic seeds!
I’m addicted to these words!
This is my pathetic need! 😲😲

And if I don’t write ✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾✍🏾

I fear my brain will not remain

Tryna’ master the art of

🗣Poetry!

🗣Memory!

🗣Write!

🗣Retain!

🗣Words!

The Quieting

Shhhhh

You will not embarrass me today

Were walking inside

Don’t bother anyone

And do not!

Knock anything over!

Go inside

Sit down

And shut up!

Morning Wind

At the end of the business day

When I’m hot and frustrated at the smell of his lingering cologne

I will know it was my thoughts that brought me to this very place

And only my thoughts alone that can bring me out

Since no other man can please me

This morning brings a slow dance

At the workplace coffee pot

That no thought can tame

THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE,,, (POETRY W/AUDIO)

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I lay and I think.

Love can happen in one simple wink.

And has many times before.

Love is something we have all explored.

Chances we take.

That either makes or breaks our opinion of love.

Fields of emotions.

Like a rose that we chose.

A risk we take, it’s a big deal because it’s our hearts that’s at stake.

Love is like a fire, arsenal of desire, a whirlpool of devotion, and weird subliminal notions.

Bottled up it’s the heart’s magical potion.

Love can be good; love can be bad, love can be happy, love can be sad.

It’s all up to you.

Just as cool as the wind or as painful as a pin poking at your gut.

We’re so easily caught up in love’s clutch.

Or as beautiful as the symphony or diamonds from Tiffany’s.

Love can be sweet as candy or… fine and dandy.

Or as spectacular as fire works with quarks and perks.

Depends on me and how far my love is willing to see.

My love sees rainbows and daffodils like a roller coaster with thrills and exciting twists.

Or that first passionate kiss.

Have you ever listened and heard like a baby’s first words.

It rained yesterday and guess what I saw?

I saw tear drops constantly fall.

I love the sound of rain.

Love should not mean pain.

I used to think love could meet me on the moon and never would be too soon.

Iyanla Vanzant says nurture love and give it every chance you can.

I choose to vent love through my pen and hope this time love will win.

Love has been a symphony of dreams and I have always been on the losing team.

Love can be a fire hard to tame.

Or fall in love and not even know their name.

Love has no faces and doesn’t discriminate between races.

Love can be paint on a canvas.

Splashes of love.

Overwhelming hugs.

That runs through your veins like drugs.

Love is lily’s and quiet little walks in south Philly or silly little looks.

That’s the language of love.

When I think of love I think of hearts being colored in red or children being told stories before they go to bed.

When I think of love I think of pastures filled with butterflies or teachers teaching children how to make tie-dye.

When I think of love I think of how excited my grandma was when she brought my first bra.

When I think of love I think of leaves changing colors in the fall and couples holding hands while shopping in the mall.

When I think of love I think of angels being sent down to lend a hand or birds playing footsies in the sand.

Love will be here when were dead and gone love has been here all along.

Love is something money can’t buy.

Love has many questions…

But no answers.

So don’t ask love… why ?

Use the universe as your source.

Allowing love to take its course.

Thank you, Genuine Love

Sinister (Audio Poetry)

Wires Hang me from lines

Feeling my dysfunction

Misused like concubines

Movement, sublime and gesture persuade this tri-polar mind

A thesaurus of recordings, memories and movies submit to my personalities

And there all listening

Waiting for the right time

Always skilled at entering unoccupied areas

In spite of danger signs

Paranoid

And church can’t sooth me…

Secret missions scythe my mind and carve 666 in a pattern down my spine

Behind enemy lines

Camouflaged into the walls

Something dragged me aimlessly down haunted halls

Where faces plague me past  images degrade me

And forces me to repeatedly listen to Blue October

Hate me https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDxgSvJINlU

My emotions betray me then my thoughts berate me

I go adrift and they sedate me my instinct violates me and sensations date rape me

Till I wonder to nowhere

And everywhere

And become wonder woman

Doing 100 on 71 South

Demons position curse word to my mouth

My personalities ask me

Which way to go

Heaven or hell?

Critically Tryna’ blink myself into a southern bell

God made me ugly so He could love me

And you can hate me

I despise ever being born

I’m constantly begging God

To please relieve me of this thorn

Sinister (Poetry)

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Wires Hang me from lines

Feeling my dysfunction

Misused like concubines

Movement, sublime and gesture persuade this tri-polar mind

A thesaurus of recordings, memoirs and movies submit to my personalities

And there all listening

Waiting for the right time

Always skilled at entering unoccupied areas

In spite of danger signs

Paranoid

 

And church can’t sooth me…

 

Secret missions scythe my mind and carve 666 in a pattern down my spine

Behind enemy lines

Camouflaged into the walls

Something dragged me aimlessly down haunted halls

Where faces plague me past  images degrade me

And forces me to repeatedly listen to Blue October

Hate me https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dDxgSvJINlU

My emotions betray me then my thoughts berate me

I go adrift and they sedate me my instinct violates me and sensations date rape me

Till I wonder to nowhere

And everywhere

And become wonder woman

Doing 100 on 71 South

Demons position curse word to my mouth

My personalities ask me

Which way to go

Heaven or hell?

Critically Tryna’ blink myself into a southern bell

God made me ugly so He could love me

And you can hate me

I despise ever being born

I’m constantly…

I’m constantly…

I’m constantly…

I’m constantly…

I’m constantly…

And consistently…

Begging God

To please relieve me of this thorn

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