Lynda Ferrer ~ Blog Illusions ♥: Tears of Love

Lynda Ferrer ~ Blog Illusions ♥: Tears of Love: If humanity would know How a woman suffers In pain the cause a foe when her heart is broken suffering the lost token of a loved ...

Tickle My Fancy: Made In America Festival

Tickle My Fancy: Made In America Festival: Walking up to the festival...  To say there were hundreds of people would be an understatement. There were thousands! Picture a huge park...

PROPAGANDA

No money feeling really light headed 
floating on this  air in my tummy
 its been very vacant for  sometime now
my fouls are flagrant no more extensions
 for unemployment ...feeling the workers  smile
puzzled me why ?....
 when the workforce in America
becoming more toxic and vile
I paid into my benefits
Jobs are hard to find .... 
their enjoyments are sabotaging the working class
technical jobs  are intentionally held  back
American too stupid anyways
 never  try to provide us with any  real skill 
hard to handle those occupations
when they are  in other countries
paying  these indigenous people  slave wages
you don't think the U.N. doesn't know
They have us in their back pocket enclosed in a wallet
right next to their  baby pictures
birthing new propaganda
 
N.A.F.T.A...North America Free Trade Agreement ...
Patriotism does the government have  all  of our backs
I thinking they are laying us on our backs
government feeding us lies instead of sound work
 .... Bill Clinton  was the first black president
I guess because he was black balled
he never did anything for US...  y all
while his  association calls
C.O.F.R...Council Of Foreign Relations 
democratic and republicans
 Ying and the yang
  entities for We the PEOPLE
that are exclusively in vain
parting my ways from these  parties
obviously they never invited us anyways
 WW3.....is going to be open invitations though
your uncle is going to tell you  "HE WANTS YOU"
because your young and strong
Obama cares  he also shares
U.S. Military policing
Great Britain your also sitting in the sit of the scornful
throw the rock and hide your OLD hand
I bet they wont give Obama knighthood
According to the Queen everybody in America
 Is ghetto and hood so he can keep his contradictory Noble peace award
 
The inattentiveness  that feeling at this  time
finding your space in this world my  precious youth  
try riding in small compartment of a tank
America dream is a nightmare
the powers that be is  all about greed and private banks
Protest and Protect your future   
 the elite need pawns and slaves  to finish their dirty work
like the teachers need students to hand out their  grades
ultimately to get paid....
 Fight for freedom  get your jobs back to your shoreline
don't let them run you  through the motions
they  don't WANT YOU ... intelligent
the best jobs are overseas our  fledgling  economy makes it evident   
 
Rothschild's  endorser of the New World Order
one of them dating J. Electronica  the prince of hip hop
Your names fits you perfectly just a illuminati  ROBOT
 ironically showing this genre  been sold
 tapping my feet wondering
when they going to ditch the dollar and quarter
 coins and paper money is going to be in your favorite museum
when   ALL the We the People would  be open slaughtering season
For now they use afro Americans for target practice
America The beautiful lift your heads because your government
had made you  so ugly and God doesn't Like UGLY ......
I pray for once again  his grace to shine on us
to replace back the crown of good
to help perpetuate better brotherhood
to usher away incompetence on  our continent
We need Government  for  all not just  for the agenda of the one percent



Nlistic Souldier

  
  

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This is How I dream

You don't know
how much
 I dream of you
laying in your comfort
radiance of smile
 subdued in this misty cornucopia

Ferments of moisture design
 rests on our anatomy 
intoxicates
blissful regions
our touch maybe far
 our soul ascends
twisted in myriad directions
east...west....
south....north....
 all coordinates that all leads
 back to you...

 Horizons of love reign
as it rays perch
on each
 of our temples....
 centering..... manifesting
 parallel rhythms
 sounds heard
sweeter then melon dew
fruitful in our intentions
we want to bask
in this great  garden
again....
Our devotion  had once  tilled
fertilize to incarnate more
our co-existence of love

This  remarkable dream of you
its scenery that coincides
 with my imagery of Eden
  your beauty accents it array
cascading hills of great vineyard
skies reveals of blue teal
with the hint of royal purple
rainbows are  adorned
bending  prisms
of your reflection in falling water
landscapes are vast in this  humbling valley
very proportionate  to our feelings
where I thoughts transform  identity
longevity of our emotions never  tainted
This is how I dream of us


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PLENTY OF WORK

The future rely on the few
when others
grow from its gain
the wheat fields becomes plentiful
how much it produces
doesnt equal
the work of its pain....
Im ready to feed the world of its hunger
quench this desert of its thirst
so this harvester must make himself  known
souls are being lost..
people giving in at the least a bit amount ...
so I place the future one side of my shoulder
on the opposite end would be my present
my past doesnt matter because
 I only could balance
the two....
this strength of the almighty...
I could successfully obtain
Faithfully I want to be the apple of his eye ....
call me johnny apple seed
my oats... I plant through my company
many may doubt of its power ...people
often hate ....what they dont understand...
I  become that island so there would be no connection
to their ignorance of  my bountiful land
spicy messages are being heard....as they tell themselves
I am bland
Seasons of loving your neighbor ..even if they amount
themselves as haters ....the message becomes bigger than
you yearning for acceptance ...touching and healing lives
becomes your jumper cables...negative and postive cause movement
beside imperfection...teaches a lesson..perfection is only a gift
thats given to we the imperfects ...because we are giving out seeds
of loves perfection.... even though many plants are evolved by its....
  turbelent enviroment
this love we are all sowing..... is just that wonderful.... where it can take a pauper
and make a prince..
he could take a  strangling vine ...transforming it in a  fruitful tree...
feeding many ...wealthy living replacing the phrase ...GIVE ME...
to LETS SHARE...you become a  kid of the kingdom your master
is the KING of universe of course he have complete dominion
we forever bask in his light .....we are beings of  his heavenly heirs

Im NOT A POET

Im not a poet
anymore....
had  you ever been one
words are written....
and its reads
better
poetry comes after your eulogy
such a enlongated truth
Im not living anymore
if my convictions arent  real
just like nothing
is ever what it seems
expectations...
are curbed

landscapes of hope and love
projected....ONLY  in my dreams...
the reality saying Im a poet ....
I dont trust this reality...
so I dont think this is my outcome
this presence becomes my enemy
 A POET.....
let my peers be the judge
I trust there truth better than mines
because they try so hard
to be one....
there  opinions... must counts
 it out numbers
real profound ambitions
and motives

They call me a wordsmith
then some call me
the  other names
 my constant mirages briefs my hopes
in this steaming scortching dersert
praying the bread they give
I will not choke
Im not a camel
I cant hold  all this moisture
for a long time
my tears shows my distrust
while I lay on a bed of
this noisey tin
traces of where I been
trails of my rust
Showing the exact place
  I could have been stuck
in this overt wave of  dual creativity
negative and postive
ying and the yang
hearing....
U POET
do your thang...

I not a poet anymore .....
even though I play with words
often evaluated new vocabularies
for ages...and eons to proceed
strunctured sentences.....
like weekly  lessons plans...
but....
Im not a teacher..
even though I scream
words in CADENCE like a
preacher.....
its not promised
that my poem would
reach you.....

I dont trust titles ...
ultimately...I dont think its
relavent
vital
the truth on the other hand
should be worn
like gloves on a brisk cold day
I want to seek truth and debunk
 FALSE labels...
keep my hands and my heart
up to  the Most HIGH...
so there wouldnt be anything  over turned
I  cant ever determine WHO I AM...
HE IS THE GREAT I AM...
I AM...because he seeds his love
until he calls me a poet.....
than I become one....


nlistic souldier

PURGE (WITH WORDS)

Follow my ink trails....better then those chem trails..
in our once virgin sky
I fly high still soar as .his will towers
over my pains pinnacles
seem the more  Im elevated .... taking me ... far away....
 from people who think there are beneath.....
 smiling  wide ... showing  their  carnivous teeth...
how sharp they become....
when they sink inside
your skin.....
 a fervent ....souldiers test....
you must understand an average guy ....
with high expectations
writing a  almanac for the sowing of poetic seeds....
because my life is a directive...
which comply on laws thats  introspective...
mirror reflective ....
see yourself in my  words ...
pen your soul
badge of honor...
When postive text becomes your next.....
incumbant
of your profound reality....

Freedom starts in your mind..
slides off the rhythm of your tongue....
 then its written in your constitution
unlawful entry...when we allow disdain words
becomes our penitentary
those who think they are beneath.....
becomes your thief....
the same ones who pay money towards your reef
funeral of your deffered dream.....
so many of them are living  underground...
where the earthworms swim in thier misfortune....

even  creepy crawlers .. come up for air ....
when the rain appears
directed to truths of moisture
realization of its now...abundant surface .....
when you lay there without life ..or..purpose


Hearken to love ...how many heard this .....
So closed ears never leads to spiritual depth
 but actually death
Then you wonder why you always collect
too much water in your ears...
water torture floods your temple....
so even when you are sinking ..try thinking....


You maybe wondering why this tank  so full....
allow you faith become your pull....
bouyancy... determines by your will to live...
construction ...begins when your steps
are eager to build.....jacobs ladder.....
filled with your DNA....that matters
those thoughts of doubt....
let it trade places with....confused ideas of your life
create a eulogy... for your  self -destructive foolery

nlistic souldier

Last time....

If this is....
 the Last time...
 I put confident ink on this paper
maybe in our future
 bodies  could turn into misty ...vapor
this becomes my moment
 I have to share .....
I love you...
  earth may crumble ....
under our blues
 moons may fall into our deep abyss ....
with our bouyant love
I have nothing to lose....
blindfolded us...we will still choose
commitment

I found what money couldnt buy
in my lifetime
uncovered an emotion inwhich my heart couldnt lie

My soul was hit so hard .... as I  constantly prayed for you
in your weakness
as I was humbled by this tragedy

 I had to be strong
while listening to you.....
could this be.....

Our final destination of our fingers tips .......reaching  towards each other
to grasps.....
I lamented ..... then cradled......thinking  with true love..... beating any odds
like my favorite romantic movies ..... those  events ...  only what a fairy could tell....
Im not looking for fantasy  ....looking for my  gravity
to hold me .... to hold you .... when there are earthquakes
.....as my violent winds dries my tears
 memories of  our lasting sentiments
 keeps my feet planted ...
your heart.... my only homebase
thinking if  you go
playing on repeat ...in my mental
I...  would want to imagine....

.......warmth.....
entangled in your embrace ....leaving my earthly treasure
to feel only my own flesh
if so....
...Im there with quantum physics
time doesnt have any affect on our love....
Im going to be your compass
directing you...... its going to be okay.... please adhere to my whispers
love.....
....I will never become your ghost
when there are phantoms in your life .....
dont run away from my spirit.....I will be there
 anytime you need me ..

you never have to say it out loud....I know you scared
secretly frighten.....confident topically
we will fight this one together
I dont want to lose you......praying for faith ....claiming  its not so....

When I was immersed in my darken tunnel
your format encased a  glow ... emitting postive light....
assuring this sun..... I will soon  again  invite.....
I want to be the same way when it gets closer to your night ....
if your air supply...becomes  thin......mouth to mouth.....would begin
as my words would help in your   life....dedicated.....
lover ..... in flight for more of your devotion..... holding you up.....
while your hoping.....my love and faith closes... whats been  pryed open
doubt will never  have its ways.... in our lives ......again

nlistic souldier

WELFARE....(DONT STARE)

Well please take care ....Ive done all I could do...
so please dont ask me again....
I have more than  enough
but your begging..its getting on my nerves
I cant stand the sound of your discounted whiny voice...
....its even more annoying than
The noise of  your belly growling ,,,,,
this is why im howling. since you calling me a wolf
you would never get any of my  golden tickets....
besides I dont need to hunt and worry ...when have this black card
my true american expression......when your guessing where is you next meal
coming from.....
wearing that dusty black all the time...when I clothed in teal suit ...
but my feelings are never blue....I ride off the back of the many
giving a small perentage to this few......thats caught in the middle
of my sea of debt..... from my morgue ....I mean MORTGAGE.....
sounds like.....you dont have a clue on even getting raft for safety .....much less
a yacht.....still taxing you for all you  got......
My elitism plot......forget giving you a window or a  pot.....sit you on my skid row
where concrete oven bakes you...... now thats really hot....
Im the real fireman....lil wayne....dont even have a shot.....
Im also sick of you calling me uncle.....just call you family when I need
 poor idiots to fight our  war.....never would  be seen with you.....
Veterans....soon you die out so those benefits....
would be for my future vets...for my next World War
so be quiet....you never fought for this country so you lower than trash
then you ask for few amounts of coins in my stash....
please dont give that ....bolony .....I eat veal......you paid into social security
 contributed all your savings to taxes....waiting on my bad healthcare for your prompt passing
Well besides ....that is your fare.......to live in my country........well ... now ......fare for your own...
PLEASE  LEAVE ME ALONE......

nlistic souldier

Taking LOVE...

Is love worth fighting for ...
when most battles are never won
war becomes....
its settles
 who shows the white flag..first
both parties compromise ....loser or winner
in our love we both display acts of sinners
 we applyon  paint
like a saint
lying to ourslves
and even if we had million failed loves
we are still lonely beginners

 Thinking your  a novice becomes a  playful idea
heart failure ...many deaths are walked
no territory is free from guilt ....but you  place  this one in your mindset

of giving up

 Your heart...mentions them in every wake
Does anyone wins !.... so  fighting becomes mundane
if your looking for it to ultimately change
the way.... you want it

Inside this alloted frame
biting into this  rotting carcass
 showing   insanity...
sometimes  we love
but it never was meant for real winning
selfishly.
we want to make a reprise
of this wonderful beginning
we once had  before
times bandages...
trying to get..
a turn to get....LOVES... tourniquet
  hopefully something  would become right
if we hold out
Im a souldier.....WE FIGHT...
never afraid to  workout ....in my hindsight .
war nevers leads to every ones exact  delight
unforgiveness....forms literature of hate
on the walls of someone mind
 as our heart briefly  types
a font of despair...paragraphs... we dont care
when we over endulge off loves....
liquor

In many times the war is not with your significant other
but it surely affects your lover
the duality of choices....the magnetizing voices.....
should I listen to doubt..
ultimately when it wants out.....

she loves or she loves me not...
 becomes my integral position to this graven plot...
these questions are hot...abandonment issues
 introducing  you to new topics...could you really..!
praying to the MOST HIGH..
how could we stop it....

Expectations are dropped in you lap.....
you would fell asleep....in her love.....
 crazy from our mishaps...
hearts are abundant but now you feel trapped


I want to make good love not war
love could be this wonderful verb
 ...I feel its much more special
its never made
think of as   my
   refuge and shade...
a tree in the midst of a
a desert of.....
 pain and hatred
that beams down
hard
 we could visit
to escape...from its harmful UV..rays
 unexpectedly.... that excruciating .burning  our skin
wanting us to live within
without expression
We run for cover ..
when the leaves turns colors
as it
 drops to  this sticky uncomfortable  floor...
Do we run away from that same tree....
How could this be!
Do we stay there ....to bare
for the next  leaves to bloom
love is never easy ...but believe me ....
there is always room....
Our battles are perservered
to take .. whats been promised

nlistic souldier

Bruised Ribs

I had a friend who died
of having her heart broken
so many times..she waited
 to exhale...
her nose
  anxiously sniffing
 wide opened ..
her needed  oxygen never came....
low down dirty shame....
she thought less of her self because of her frame...
insecurities of her girth
never amounted her worth...
priceless ...I thought ...
ladies you are in a different lane.....she is now in harms way...
I would cover you with love
endangered because of your motherly wisdom
trying to etch you out....creating clones .....

I  feel like a motherless child
becomes  an old anthem
replaced by
 I had never had a mother at all...
never
souldierettes of truth...I need you
.I will provide the roof
just march with me in solitude
if he treats you rude...
this so called ..MANS WORLD
 becomes mean and cruel

She made her grade and now
there is solice and
acceptance of her age
before too shy to tell
now its a badge of honor
she made through
 this open pit of
her hell
SHE....has
been around the world ..
she feels nothing has changed
love is far from free....she paid it through ...
our corrupt society....
war had damage her children.
.and knowledge has been hidden
off springs are slightly off.....
meth babies born....
 with holes in their heads....
while politicians playing golf....
never connecting dots..

collecting burial plots
alll men we are taking it straight in the ribs.....
we are too numb to feel it
how much more could a women of today endure
love that she was given the most high gave to cure.....

Low blows  and shots ...
implemented
telling her what to do with her body
she has been submited in demeaning tests...
made to put foreign objects...in place
of her breasts.....
she is more than a sexual desire ....
she is more than her handbags
or her
elaborate attire .......
she is the fire that cook her children meals
the better part of you
that is not afraid to feel
love your sensitive and protect her at will
the ones you love .....
this system is so opt to kill.....
love her at any costs....

nlistic souldier

NLISTIC ARMY

Holding hands around the world
global response....team . paramedics of truth
giving mouth to mouth..
no recess for this complication....with no hesitation
every strategic scribe ... our heaven heals
 those in despair
souldiers pen it ..  ink so pitched dark...
venues unfolded
on a scroll thats holy ...ever so clear ...
hearken for all nationalities  to adhere
raised against this cloaking  force
let the nature of the most high
runs it course
everday people standing for a righteous cause
war is not the answer....
when the  battle ..becomes  like a loud rattle...
annoying pestilence in your backyard
when sleep has been broken....
when  seals  tainted....
false faces been painted
no place to hide for eloping
when this  panther is out of its federal  bag.....
WE THE PEOPLE...
has been had...
agents in sheep clothing
bad bad black sheep
have you any wool.....
fools
wasnt never invited in thier pools
separate but equal....thick line
 between the rich and the  poor
their secretcy..laid out in plainveiw.....
erect a new goverment
constitution..being prostituted
every amendment ...
historical ..like the magna carta
each year...forgeting about the founding fathers
 family becomes first
Mr Shakur..died for this idea...
need sovereign unity
youtube been compromised and facecrooks
are loosed... FREEDUMB....been breached
no difference between the secret societys
and the secret service
all C.I.A....operatives..\
.federal taxes
money are their paper dolls...
dressed them up...in propaganda.
let them addressed the people
corrupted our steeples.....
need our army....of .nlistic souldiers....
so nlist....if you resist
calling all cars......looking in the direction of the stars...
NASA..space programs....
star wars....who cares about education
America the illiterates....
nlistic souldiers reads all their symbolisms
when their parties are  controling  in their underground lobbies
while conducting a new tsunami......
daddy gone and you holding on to mommy
she is tricking to feed her babies ....
while obama throwing up his horns....
 are breeding a  nation ......children of the corn
taxing on our souls...... turn on the 6 oclock new
we are worn
but ask fox network never warned......
new meaning to fox holes
we blame illuminati.....im sure its somebody
we the problem  but we dont know its name ....
doesnt matter join the revolution...we are building the frame
arsenal riped for real change
everyhing been kept a stealth....
even lying about our wealth....fools gold ....
new green paper.....nuclear visions....
hoping our world doesnt turn into vapor.....
watching our world behaviour

nlistic souldiers



when powers that be ..smothers..
humanity lovers....
calling all cars.....shuting down depopulation....
debunking.....their gravity
saving our world from upcoming calamity

nlistic souldier

FACECROOKS......

Erase my thoughts ...blending with your
editing ideas....false world..
stealing identity....
so mention me....location of my body...
never my soul ....
your an agent....boy your heart is so cold.....
my pen react as a pin...pull my fuse
doors of  excruciating pain.... dont light this blazing  fire ,,,,
banned like Van Morrison....because my flame grows higher
revolution been scribed...controlling  my freedom of speech....
never was a patriot fan....hail from new england...
new third riech....souldier is in this generation....
not going out ....without a fight....
the most high have the true light.....
so forget about thor.....his  fire comes from heaven...
im not lucky....my addition becomes  triple  seven...
thier blues rubbing off on us.....making you blue..
when the red  schemes for all your possesions
then you wonder why you stressing ..
to occupied constantly stretching ....
bills playing like the broncos....no bucking
left to be bleached out ..there you go,,,,with your red and white and blue
americana.....trying to make you go nirvanna.....

coke comes to bang ......slugfest to your weary  brain....
mundane music adds links yet another links to your  chains....
your dollar....
subdivision....class system ..... you a blue collar....
whiet collar blood on their hands.....soiled
bloodlusted
tough pill to swallow...then demoncrats you opt to follow
republishing  republicans.....
federally  funded ..blunted on their reality.....feeding surreal thoughts

call me a commie..your dollars should be used as orgami
just  a nice piece of green  art....that they  stole from
egypt.....pyramid schemes....selling out for worthless paper
living to check to check.....living on the edge of your mind.. like a close  taper
staying away from these shift shapers.....fake dream chasers.....
social networking.....agents..be ..jerking...im never was a new boy....
grown man....
cali swag was  never going to be  my district.....uncle toms....dropping bombs...
willie lynching.....facecrooks snitching....listen
rise to the occasion like 2pac.....thisis  rebel music ....marley style ....
political poetry...social unrest.....WE ARE BLESSED
even a nation of a billion....couldnt rock you ....they are the real enemy of the public..
saying the truth even mark couldnt stomach....sould out to the public.....
remove....my content....its bigger than you.....
so what I use the same metaphor..painting your picture
what happen to the future of jill and tommy.....
so take this off facebook...... faceless.... and
ways of a  true coward....... tasteless.....
so hate this ....dig in the grates with this.........
souldier was  never mad...Im  just tired ...... I MOWED
down my grass and few snakes was caught in my blade..
tough cleanup....awkward moments...when people smile in your face
then you turn your back ...now new opponents....
social networking.....steady jerking......tryng give me a spin
like im doing the catt daddy..wheel of misfortune....
have to buy my own  nouns and vowels.....
souldier steady fighting never throwing in this towel.......

nlistic souldier

SCRABBLE

writing without words ....
how could that be....
when faithless animals become alive....
maybe because the ones who have faith....
becomes their Resurrection
 ..inflection of how much the most high cares....
he puts the wishes of the few to provide  for the many....
I guess we all could be fisherman and carpenters
providing shelter
and filling warm plate
food to nourish....
could we indeed fish without words
  finding  the bottom of the shallow sea
even when the sail bowed out
a long time ago....
to another continent ......
writing without words.....
scrolls had been submerged
so the dead have no meaning....
until its brings the new light of day....
how could we speak without this language
thoughts of a simpler way.....
the future hides  your fate ...
when you anxiously want to know....
....communicating with the dead....
third eyes..all sight sealed shut...
touching all the calamity of the wicked
who drive around in expensive cars....
.but we are happy living among  them...
are we in fact dead....
letters without meaning ....
 we all want to become alphabetic
..no alpha man.... so everyone is illiterate
writing without words ....
time writes its way
in our history.. even with out text ..
ushering  new meanings and endings....
so it could write without words.....
humbler in its realm I write with powerful beings ...
.meaning I  scribe with hopes for everyone to learn..
to live in the conscious of our present
WE ALL BECOME EMPOWERED......
twisting turns...put up yield signs and stop lights
 never to be obligated by this time ...
we have to be the author of new destiny...
.free will is always given..
even when our living dead keeps it hidden....

nlistic souldier

SOULDIERS STORY....

Amusement for others ... was it ever for me....

 rewound words in my head .... backwards paragraphs..misplaced laughs

math of the conceitedness ... could they always read it .. the way I wrote it ..

of course not it wouldn't  be poetry.....

the SOULDIER .. 

comes back with a vengeance .. the most high .....said its his .....

so in my return

 giving him all my  receipts ....

so I back away again...

 let the past become the block that holds up my temple ....

those pillars had been crushed....

the great architect.. doesn't need any stones ... so I don't ever get stoned

just a lonely poet when it comes to my thought...

most prophets doesn't have 

an million twitter followers....

that eat in their living room.. everyday...

eggs that's been previously hatch makes up..for this type of  abuse....and his name misuse...

using right angles...forming  a truce.

...when others opts for obtuse...

we all are slightly off.... but the great creators judges

 on life's curb....

when our enemies  placing our heads on his  chopping block 

a firm kick 

as we biting the end of the avenue ....

my images disturbing ... but to deter .....

 

 Disregarding the way we were.....

 SO ...have fun at your amusement park.....

.

Cotton candy.. and the roller coasters rides ... besides it summer

I'm in this underground tunnel 

learning to be more effective..with my present 

that was given to give to ....lambs without guidance 

Shepherds are needed 

others ...aborted their jobs....

I used to call it a curse....thinking myself  without ..it...

unimaginable 

life is never rehearsed.....

we live once....

 to give insight through a verse

allowing  the most high ..love to disburse....

staying humble....only move when he orders....

my boot camp... as I await for approval and  his official stamp....

Cat in da bag

NLISTIC SOULDIER

A PLACE IN

MY HEART

A CALENDER CHARTS

SPACIOUS FOR MY WELL BEING

SEEING

NINE MONTHS

SPORTING YOUR BUMP

FRUIT OF MY LOIN

WHERE I’M GOING

IMAGING, ANTICIPATION

FATHERHOOD I’M ALMOST TASTING

MY FIRST

TO HOLD, AND CULITIVATE

TO PROTECT

TO SHOW MY LOVE

NEVER ABBREVIATE

  

MIZZ PREZZ

Rubbing my stomach praying

About the life that I am carrying

About my secret to the man I am marrying

I sit and wait hoping that it won’t be my undoing.

Never my intention to mislead

Will he accept my honest places

Or leave me begging him please.

NLISTIC SOULDIER

  

GROCERY BAGS OF GOODIES

DADDY’S HOME

LISTENING TO HER STOMACH

I COULD NEVER BE WRONG

THEN AGAIN I HEARD THAT SONG

WHENEVER SHE WAS OUT LATE, I KNOW HER

SO WELL...... MY THOUGHTS ARE STRAIGHT

HAPPY TO HEAR THOUGH WHEN HER FRIEND WAS LATE

I KNOW IT’S MINE.... I FEEL EVERY MOVEMENT

MZ PREZZ

He looks at me with such love

His touch to my belly soft like a CASHMERE glove

My heart breaks knowing where I was till late

I’m trying to deny

To keep up the lie

Everyday I try

As my belly grows

Does he even know

I think of that day and I feel so ashamed

My one night of pleasure is going to cause so much pain

  

NLISTIC SOULDIER

  

SHE SEEMS SO DISTANT

WHEN WE SHOULD BE GROWING EVEN MORE CLOSER

WHEN I’M TOUCHING HER INTIMATELY…SHE REACTS

AS IF I’M GROSS

DEFIANT…THIS SHOULD BE A JOYOUS OCCAISION

WE NEED A TOUCH UP...LINE UP

DOES THIS CHILD MARK OUR LOVE IS FADING

IF IT IS.....

WHY NOW...IT’S DISSAPPEARING

YOUR OVEN IS TOO HOT 

MARKING MY FOREVER SPECIAL YEAR

DOUBTFUL THOUGHTS REVISITING

TRULY

OUT RULY

JUST PROVE TO ME, WHAT I’M THINKING....... COULD BE WRONG

TOGETEHER AS A FAMILY DO WE REALLY BELONG

MZ PREZZ  

So far from where we first began

I strayed so far from our family plan

Never my intent that night

Now I live in constant fright

I know he feels I’m not all there

I still love him

But it’s my fear

I still love him

All the same

I think he feels my shame

Hating himself 

But I’m the blame 

Just a flicker in life’s great flame

I have to keep up in this game 

Lies upon lies

Inwardly he denies 

His endless cries

Only I truly realize

My loves disguise oh lord please

Don’t let this become my family demise

PILLOWS

My comfort food for thought
never coming to my realization
that you are forever gone
persistence to confide in my
wanted imagination
causing my constant abuse
of her re-visitation
Now presently my comfort zone
needed you
physically your outta my life
an avatar of pillows
only exists
many different arrays of them
representing you in every way
colorful by design
in full bloom
one shape like a rose
your beauty stays in
my mind constantly
long ones
mimics your legs
of strength
stout ones resides your warmth
now laying on the softest one
you always accommodating
showing why I’m still waiting
asking myself
as more of them I would buy
what would I do
with all of them
if you suddenly dropped by
no room never on the floor
only for my bed
missing you so long
really messes with my head


On this big ole bed
holding each one waiting
somehow THINKING
you would become closer
each time
I’m emptied in my fake bliss
interpretations of a demented
insomniac
thinking he is alright without
resting
when his body breaks down slowly
when he’s supposed to be healing
my eyes anxious to grace a meeting
should be behind my eyelids looking towards
the ceiling
alone in my four corners
wondering if she knows
my heart is soulfully bleeding
my pillows
all of them are stained
as my soul became detained
reinventing pillows
to replace your wonderful frame
my tears are transparent
my pillows are very salty
like the depth of the sea
where you could find my heart
beating myself to find air
a strange castaway
saying no luck for me
who I am kidding, these pillows
break too
spewing out unwanted feathers
that often itches my throat
maybe I should get really mad
throw them all away
I can’t though
where would I place my
weary head
when I finally go to sleep
Besides these pillows stands for my new hope
I could grab on to
My smoldering lengthy rope
twins as it burns
with no end
many directions pulling me
marking the end of my sanity
my model of distinction
wondering if she’s in her zone
thinking
a love of our yester year
that went too far past my extinction

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