Systematic X 4
Fractured mind
One door
I lust him X 4
Systematically ignored
A thousand is never enough
Because
I will always
Want more
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
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
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
Turbulence through this double face
What a broken place
Sand storms elude this chase
There was no one to catch the red that fell from this place
Double minded
Can’t rewind it
Because she will always wear
A painted smile
Play me a tear as salty as the sea
Look into my spirit
And give back all that belongs to me
What used to be
Thrust me a kiss
Puckered insidious upon my lips
Pay me restitution
Giving back all of this
Democracy
Blue seas
And red knees
Hypocrisy
Paint my canvas
Madness!
https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/braile-poetry
I wish
I only wish
I could write something beautiful
To tame the unsettled beat of my heart
To bring together a union
I push this away before it gets a chance to start
I wish I could weave these vines
And never wish we were crossing into unchartered territory
Imaginary lines
Beautiful was a stone
That tossed pebbles till full grown
My eight by ten outweighs my pin
Writing keeps the dark away
But I long to see you again
Hearts desires often imagine my wants
The journey is deserts away
Leaving claw marks through this hunt
I lose myself in these vines
Eyes so heavy they become part of mine
And we lose ourselves in this beauty
Pregnant
With love
http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/his-hands-poetry#play
See…
He was a man
Evidence by the incents flowing from his sweat glands
And every drop had the purest destination it would land
He entered with a whisper and gently transitioned to a command
He spoke in Arabic and taught me the language so that I could understand
Funny thing…
I gathered all this information even before I felt his hands
‘Cause that’s what women do
Investigative reporters
So much better than Nancy Drew
We’ll be home cooking dinner and at the same time watching you
His hands were so powerful they split Adams and made me two
Its been three weeks now and I’m still collecting his residue
I go to church on Sunday to praise God for making not one hand but two
I know its sounds crazy
But
You didn’t feel his hands!
This mans hands came already framed
He had hair so beautiful every lock had its own name
If I were blind the lines on his hands would have felt me a story
He carried me through this journey
He took me from 19 to 40
From disgrace to glory
From a nightmare to a bright morning
There is power in a touch
From the second he graced the room
I swear I felt his rush
There is power in a touch
It means nothing to you
But to me it meant much
So I ran home after the poetry slam and listened to the best of Kem
And naturally I wrote a poem about him
His hands were like magnets that rotated themselves on my blades
He was like a glade plug-in that lingers
Leaves imprints but never fades
It was his prolonged rhyme
And his clock like broken hand
But still made time against me
https://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/her-hands-were-like-magnets
She had hands like magnets on my skin
Sending pulsations tunneled imagination was a combination
That serenaded my porcelain
There was something in her gaze
And not even a short paraphrase could describe this woman’s hands
They weren’t like typing hands but sexy chiseled
They were so powerful her energy turned my storm into a drizzle
I’m telling you this woman’s hands were like magnets
Sending sensations in me so deep they left fragments
I know it sounds crazy
But
You didn’t feel her hands!
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