Shhhhh
You will not embarrass me today
We’re walking inside
Don’t bother anyone
And do not!
Knock anything over!
Go inside
Sit down
And shut up!
The Quieting – Poetry
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
Lost (Poetry)
Roaming in pastures
The tares of my pubic hairs
Izza woman now
Can we talk about grief ?? Random thought
In a few words, in the comment section, describe your most powerful description of grief
Examples below
HELP ME IM BURRIED IN GRIEF!
I swept grief in a nice neat pile and one day it busted out and assaulted me.
Grief doesn’t want you perusing it, it does what it wants when it wants
Grief isn’t just a neat wound you can dress, the healing is in living
Grief reminds us that we once loved
Grief pushed me into education
Grief- I suck at this kind of talk
Grief is cold Callous and matter of fact
Grief forces you to get a permission slip
Grief hides for a little while but there it goes again
Grief makes me feel like I’m floating unable to ground myself
Grief- I buried it, ohh but the roots are so deeply attached
I do not deserve to live in this pain
Sinister (Audio Poetry)
Wires Hang me from lines
Feeling my dysfunction
Misused like concubines
***
Movement sublimes and gesture persuade this tri-polar mind
While
A thesaurus of recordings memoirs and movies wait cynically for the right time
***
They all submit to my personalities
SHHHHHHHH
Whispers: They’re listening
Systematically
***
Waiting for the right time
Always skilled at entering occupied 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 force me to repeatedly listen to Blue October
Hate me
***
My emotions betray me
Then my thoughts berate me
I go adrift and they sedate me
My instinct violate 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
***
I live in this hell
This 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
And consistently
Begging God
To please relieve me of this thorn
Sinister (Poetry)
Wires Hang me from lines
Feeling my dysfunction
Misused like concubines
***
Movement sublimes and gesture persuade this tri-polar mind
While
A thesaurus of recordings memoirs and movies wait cynically for the right time
***
They all submit to my personalities
SHHHHHHHH
Whispers: They’re listening
Systematically
***
Waiting for the right time
Always skilled at entering occupied 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 force me to repeatedly listen to Blue October
Hate me
***
My emotions betray me
Then my thoughts berate me
I go adrift and they sedate me
My instinct violate 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
***
I live in this hell
This 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
And consistently
Begging God
To please relieve me of this thorn
No Deviation (Haiku)
Off to grandmamma house
The scenic route is tempting
No feeding the bears
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As I sat on the edge of my bed praying for redemption
I felt the knot in my gut spring up in my soul
My body went cold and the memories took control
And I asked God for forgiveness because only he knew what I did
And the people who did it…
I got rid of that thing because I knew it was his
And I hated him
The thing was a monster
I wanted it gone
I wanted it dead
But still so much a part of me
I did not want the world to see
What this man planted in me
I laid still frozen on my back
While I heard the chants from the windows
From murmurs priest and Catholic’s
Screaming
MURDERER!
As one single tear drop fell from my eye
And collided pass my ear and slid down my neck
And froze itself right there
Tickling my neck
But this was not funny
And I dare not even crack a smile
I laid frozen on my back as the chants got louder
I refuse to cry because that would have been an admission of
Of…
Of…
Of something I dare not admit with this tongue
The thing was a monster
I wanted it gone
I wanted it dead
But still so much a part of me
This thing that lived inside of me
Was haunting me
And I heard him whisper
You are beautiful, as he brushed my hair to the side
Every night at 3 o clock in the morning
And I was mourning for my innocents
That I lost a long time ago
Now I live with this thing
This thing
This monstrous thing!
I just knew I’d be free…
As I laid there flat on my back
Spread eagle
Waiting for this thing to exit my womb
I wanted to bury it,,,
Tie a chain to it
And throw it in the sea
OF THE FORGOTTEN
AND THE FORGIVEN
So it can never again resurface
I was praying to have not
One
Single
Memory
Of this event
But here
I lay
20 Years Later
Still
Flat on my back
REMEMBERING…
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