POETRY, RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT….
There is a place
A place of mourning
A mourning for a private thing
A hidden thing
A loving thing
A pretty thing
An intimate thing
A sacred thing
A private something
A needing
For love
And touch
A touch
A kiss
A sloppy kiss
And attraction
A longing
For
Sexual desire
I’ve searched for stones
Limping from broken bones
I laid bare searching for something so rare
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I stood on peaks vista’s and mountains
I lowered myself in valleys
I bathed in historical mystical fountains
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Searching for you
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I walked dangerous terrain
I kept going even while searching with a broken brain
~~~
I roamed from day till dusk
This was not about lust
Much more about trust
I was in the muck and mire
Burning with desire
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I laid bare searching for something so rare
I honored the sabbath and respected your status
I mantra’d the lords prayer
I prayed while scared
I covered my hair
I lowered my eyes conscience of the devils glare
I searched and searched but the gods weren’t playing fair
I paced the valley of the kings searching for rings and pretty things
I made a declaration to a nation through meditation
I ignored sexual sensations
I refrained from masturbation
I nurtured generations
I promoted positive vibrations
I wrote away self-hatred and internal allegations
~~~
While searching for you
~~~
I laid bare searching for something so rare
I was overcome with despair
~~~
I searched for stones
Limping from broken bones
~~~
I was longing for belonging
I was
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Desperately
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Searching
~~~
For you
My love is
Deeper than an oceans wave
To pave a twisters fall
Tides cave
And lovers wave
From beyond this epic crawl
Paradox hold shoulders
Under an oceans rock
And that’s why my love for you will always be
Deeper than any world
A fantasy can unlock
~~~
Deeper than an Ocean!
~I’ve posted this every year since 2013. I just can’t think of anything more adoring than this poem to post on mothers day 🥰
Deeper Than An Ocean – Poetry
How long can I wait for you
To see the sun turn grey
Nights running into my days
Waiting for you
***
Eyes sealed tight
Holding on to a maybe or might
Sending smoke signals hoping you’re alright
***
I died
Waiting for you
***
To feel my heart beat cold
Pressure building from all the lies that you’ve told
And I wait
While this evil consumes me
I sacrificed myself on the altar and begged God to give me back my soul
I wondered this wilderness I was lost in the fold
I wrote pages and pages till it became a scroll
***
Love had games
Hung me by nooses and invisible chains
I’ve become a walking noise maker from the residue that jingles in my hollow veins
***
Love took its toll
Felt lessons left mud prints in my fractured soul
Half of a heart does not make a whole
***
Sadness compromised me times 3
Left miles and miles still cleaning up debris
August was a long month felt like years
Found myself floating on a life raft
Damn near drowned in my own tears
***
Till life felt like a plague
So I saged
And I saged
I burned incense
It lingered
But the hurt still stayed
I was compromised and delayed
Rigamortis set in and even the neighbors could smell the decay
***
I sacrificed myself on the altar and begged God to give me back my soul
I wondered this wilderness I was lost in the fold
I wrote pages and pages till it became a scroll
I fasted I starved myself and I paced the floor some more
I talked to myself and searched for riddles beyond hidden doors
I spoke to the gods and whispered to the moon
I cried rivers and layed prostrate singing holy across empty tombs
I bled myself trying to rid myself of this atrocity
I showed my self approved spewing with generosity
I walked on hot coals I detoxed myself I stopped eating meat
The congregation stood in line while I washed every members feet
I even cut my locs out
But I was still left
Hung
Heavy
Burdened
I was without
I did all this trying to replenish my broken soul
I will one day find a way out of this deep dark lonely hole
I’ve been infected
By
Love
Written 5/2014
Even robots cry
To dance through a metals wave
To bend iron cast down
Built ships through this junk filled maze
Awaiting rust
Standing still from yester years decay
Rainbows have rain
Rain has dirt
But robots have people
Who feel nothing
Even when they hurt
Even robots cry
Sandy plays here
Much to my chagrin
Her little pale white dress gets dirty
Perhaps if I were here long enough
I too
Would have allowed myself to get dirty
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
They’re listening
Systematically
***
Waiting for transistors to align
Always skilled at entering occupied areas
In spite of danger signs
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!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
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
!Paranoid!
Release me from this mind carved storm
Edited 1/7/2014
Edited 4/9/2019
Edited 3/16/2023
Edited 1/7/2014
Edited 4/9/2019
Edited 3/16/2023
So we meet
Somewhere between the icy glaciers
Tidal waves
Cutting rocks beneath our feet
Was a sweet rendition
We were left with this condition
Called love
Movement was nil
Heaven was still
And the earth timed out
And still
There was
You
And me
***
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
Wandering this vast place
I’m not lost
But
I really miss you
The way your lips feel on my face
Was church good today?
I know pastor really preached the word
I miss seeing him too
Vietnam has trouble ya’ know
I thought I’d be out of here by now
President Eisenhower said so a coupla’ months ago
I hope its true
Tell Jordan mommy will be home real soon
But no matter what happens
It will always be
Me
You
And Jordan
***
!Together!
These poems were actually part of a never ending word play in 2013. The 7 parts are my comments, the writer I was writing with has some pretty great responses also and can be viewed at the link below. I am always looking for ways to keep this blog alive and what better way than to dig up archives from 2013!
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