BETRAYAL

WAITING FOR YOU (POETRY W/AUDIO)

How long can I wait for you

To see the sun turn grey

Your nights running into my days

Waiting for you

Smoke filled tomes

Eyes sealed tight

Turning over graves

From this deadly mixture

And poison filled perfumes

I die

Waiting for you

To fill my heart beat cold

Pressure building from all the lies that you’ve told

And I wait

While this evil consumes me

 

 

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WINTER (POETRY)

Fire stones rip through my daydreams

Strong holds

Schemes and tactics

Screams

My name

And life never seemed the same

Winter brought pain froze still up against this game

It was an evil twist

Loving you beyond the bliss was a wicked kiss

That blamed him, her and daddy

For all of this

My heart missed every season

I thought it was you that gave life meaning and reason

But winter stayed

And each beat in my heart was hollow and delayed

Bottomless floors

And empty doors

Were prolonged

For way too long

Until winter

And snow flakes

Froze still

Upon my lips

Where a thousand rips

That brought lessons

To this season

 

LABELLAS RANT (POETRY W/AUDIO)

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LaBella

 

My sweet LaBella

Secrets are taking over me

For

I have to make room in my soul

They have nowhere to call home

Throw off your shackles and lead your life

Labelle

They pester me like ticks on a man’s skin

My heart has no purpose

My soul

My poor soul is ravished

You laid a leach on my heart

 

On my soul!

 

Unburden these chains

Do you have the secret tablets?

Who possesses the secrets to bliss?

 

Who!

 

Cement our future

Pregnant me with imagination

I have not yet read a poet that compelled me to read him

Continuously

With blood on my hands

My soul cries out

Cut out my heart!

Snatch the locks from my head

If I am not cured of this distain you will forfeit your vitals

They know you love me king??

I promise I will return and grow old by your side

Throw of your shackles and lead your life

Resign from this tyrant of tongues

Is winning everything?

Or is knowing?

I will place my hands on your crown

And place it on my sons head

Those that will breathe this life in the next millennium

What sad souls

I am riding the embers of these aches

 

I am LaBella

And I will die alone

A wrinkled

Old slut