Friday, March 18, 2011

Eons of love

Thinking I don’t know you
I don’t really
spiritually happened eons ago
infinite exchanges of feelings
our time is a revolving door
I chase your soul
to both ends of the universe
very attached to you
I’m sore when you’re sore
how deep it could really
could get
directions parallel
before our time
over me you chose hell
something happened in our journeys
something threw you off  my course
another soul with a dark past
even though mine had moments
but he is very connected with our opponent
grace and mercy is the reason
why our soul became kindred
consciously surrendering
words of massage therapy

Your scared because you thought
you became like him
we're both searching with no eyes
who needs them
when we are magnetically pulled
his gravity can’t pull me away from you too long
takes more than his evil to succumb a beautiful
spirit like yours
a soul that’s has wisdom
turning into queendom
even at your worst
not one hair was burnt
you still will come out first
as the healing waters you still thirst
embrace of your soul kiss
remembrances of  our subterranean bliss
understanding we can’t be together
topically you have a man
souls don’t have a time or space
when you need me
I’m just one prayer away
still connects me to our special place
to help fortify our base
our passion fruit together as we taste

Monday, March 14, 2011

MY POETRY IS.........

my poetry has no color
vivid in detection
essentials in view
ways it arranged no doubt
of its due
explains my conviction
how far I flew
motions of words
passion to go towards
communes of the distraught
my credentials
gave me a pass for my stagnation
policing my thought convictions
my profound words
added more diction
true movement for culture
deviance reconciled
relationships with myself
still giving me my mental health
becoming my enigma
I’m so dogmatic
those thoughts of conducive pain
as they become my spiraling drain
many interprets its array
but explaining its realm it’s infinite
its comfort brings the sunny day
a law that transforms
through heighten senses I have been reborn

Even now my poetry has been scribed
through my pen
allowing your thoughts vicariously
my ancestors’ soul with in
never pretend any portions to buy
the only lie if you never try
surfing on waves of fear
allowing some of your turmoil
to become clear
what is my poetry.......?
guidance my prophetic remedy
geometric proportions
difficult but same time elementary
even its relative’s states
it surely provides my imagery
everything my poetry becomes
we have to past through its creative walls
birth of a new nation
a whisk of forgotten time
a notification of alarming noise of a chime
when it’s that time
for those righteous thoughts
heaven sent
those jewels allowed to be taught
life lessons becomes fables
wisdom of speech passed through Plato
divine right of my passage
rightly felt but becomes my center
as my pen inks my paper
as we all get intoxicated by its vapor
documents our rendezvous capers