She. (i "don't like" her)

she has become
my obsession.

she walks with
such grace.

talks with
supple lips.

smells like
honey tulips.

so she has become
my obsession.

and her words
my reflection.

i follow her
where ever.

i dream of her
whenever.

i wish i were
her shadow
so i would never
have to leave her.

she has
become
my obsession.

a touch from her
would be a blessing.

i crave her
long to make her laugh.

and laugh along
she is strong.

she is weak
but i like it.

she is becoming
my depression.

and i can't escape
her footprints in the sands.

i can't run from
the memories.

i can't hide from
the light.

i can't try
with all my might
i can't win.

she has become
my submission.

and she is taking away something from me.

she doesn't know
what she's doing to me
or does she?

poking at the fire

i feel pretty safe
in my writers shell
and i keep all my thoughts close
that only my mind could tell.

i wanna try something different
something bolder and out of key
but i'm afraid what might
come out of me.

imagine that..
a petrified writer
with thoughts and words
and pizazz like knight rider.

but so afraid
of what the truth may say
so i bide upon the words
that others lay.

then i look at "e.b" (wink!)
who's so awesomely fearless
a bag full of thoughts and dreams
and it ain't even Christmas
(yet)

still, i keep everything hidden
in a place no one can reach
waters still, nothing's changed
like the golden sand on the beach.

yet i want to break open
this writer's shell
i want to share stories
that only my soul can tell

i want to feel free
to maximize my expression
but it's all trapped inside me
my curse is my blessing.

spreading the love

..so i feel a lil weird about doing this yet i feel really good at the same time :)

my blog was nominated by the talented L.M Ross as “Über Amazing!” and it is my duty to pay it forward by listing 5 blogs that have lent to my growth through inspiration and enlightenment.

enjoy!


http://poetrystreetbeat.blogspot.com/

http://lmross-moanerplicities.blogspot.com/

http://lyricsandmaladies.blogspot.com/

http://mimitsthoughts.blogspot.com/

Honorable mention goes to Free Spirit (who does not blog anymore but who was there with me from the beginning)


big up and nuff respect!

i remember...

These Two.

Show me how to kiss the sun and not get burnt..
Show me how to stop a fire from spreading..
Show me how to love and not lose control..
Show me how to let go and uncurl my fingers..

this business with the heart can get so dirty
and once lies enter the game it’s forfeited before half-time
there must be a way to recapture what was lost
or are the strings still attached to this story..

Brotha. Sista. Work it out.

you do and you do and you do not listen
blowing up my phone wanting to vent when he’s dissin’
child, take a step out the box and look for yourself
tell me if you like what you see (I sure don’t)

then you go off and make hasty threats
watch it, might say something you’ll fast regret
cause he don’t react when you’re reacting
try taking slow breaths, calm down and listen

Sista. Stop riding too fast on your emotions. slow down.

he knows he shouldn't be so secretive
but I guess it’s part of his belief system
for him to change would be like going against the grain in his mind
and I hope you two don’t mind that I’m representin' this in my writing..

Brotha. You know you wrong for holding back.

she said “I’m tired of all the cussing n hollering” (true that)
he said “you always coming at me with these same old questions”
she said “you’re not doing what you supposed to do for your woman!”
he says nothing..

Brotha. Don’t leave her hanging.

you gotta accept responsibility too, for the breakdown
takes two to build a happy home and destroy one
but if you know you were the one to deliver the final blow
brotha, you gotta step up and rectify (if that’s what you want)

Brotha. Sista. Work it out.

who’s listening when everybody else is screaming
who's benefiting from the demise of this union
i’ve said all I can and I don’t know what else I can do
the only one who can fix this is the two of you

Brotha. Sista. Do it, before it’s too late…

Show me how to kiss the sun with my lips..
Show me how to quiet a blazing fire…
Show me how to love and laugh together…
Show me how to only hold on when it is forever…

ATOMS

my poetry
takes me
on journeys
and trips
in my mind.

____________________

my music
fuses words
and verbs
and pumps
breaths into
my core
and i
come alive
because of
it.

____________________

the seasons
give reason
to my mood
and attitude
and that is
why i am
always
changing.

_____________________

the sun
fills my day
in the same
way the bible
feeds your soul
and it shines
and ignites
my might
with its
light.

______________________

my love
can make
me smile
me cry
me moan
me shine
at the same
time.

______________________

my vice
that bites
and grinds
at my soul
and makes me
lose control
and scream
and sigh
come from
lies.

_______________________

sex is
a natural high
that glides from
the top of
my head to my
thighs and my
toes and feels
so dynamite
in my loins.

_______________________

my life
my will
is and always
will be
God filled
and the physics
of my lyrics
are enriched
by my
spirit.

DailyBread

spiritual Saviour, send soothing psalms over
calm my creative core with cool coconut water blessings
sensor my ears from the verbal viciousness vaporizing my atmosphere
mentor my mouth with lyrics of heavenly manna
may my eyes eagerly engage in the enchantment of this earth
let me taste the testament that is the truth of your word
mold my mind with the miracle of your message...

can i seek forgiveness for my foolish favours?
and as i expect, let me forgive my neighbours

help me to..
lend love where it is absent..
shine light where there is darkness
take time to listen where there are too many voices
help me to help others, help themselves..

guide me
govern my being
graciously accept my apology for being a sinner

spiritual Saviour, send soothing songs over
calm my creative character with healing cocoa butter
that i may serve you Holistically, Divinely and Unconditionally..
forever.

..dig...

loving you...
makes me feel weak
weren't you the one who used to
set my soul on fire with music?

the apple
between my needle eye
damn, weren't you that guy..
to elevate me to cloud nine highs
sing my spirit to sleep with your lullabies

inspire me
to put pen to paper to verse
and then hide those same notes from you of course..

then why
does my foundation seem so uneven?
why am i asking all of these questions?
aren't we suppose to be "in love"
i'm starting to wonder...
what we're truly made of.

tonight i feel
like i'm all used up and melancholy
and the sparks that flew have flown off
and died down already

too soon, i say too soon...

loving you
makes me feel weak
weren't you the one to put music to my feet?
whisper words that were ummm ummm sweet
i wanted to lick them with my tongue
damn, i could've sworn we belonged

but i
can't make you love me in the way
that is unconditional, and i can't stay anymore
if our love is not official

and i understand now..
wrap my heart up with a bandage
two lovers can't make love speaking love
with different languages......cause

loving you
makes me feel weak
makes me feel like i don't deserve the love
other poets speak of.

should i stay and take whatever?

shouldn't i
question you or god forbid my nagging
ignore all the boasting and the bragging
from others who have something

something real
something worth holding onto
i'm so tired of all of these rhymes i write
that somehow lead me back to you

and here i go again
with another long monologue
trying to find answers to many questions
in my own dialogue

and my little voice has stopped talking to me..

has karma finally
caught up to my offenses
am i wasting your time with all
of these monotonous sentences..

loving you
makes me feel so weak
and you never listen to the words i speak..

i sometimes feel
you're too lazy, not willing to go the extra mile
you do whatever you want to do and that just ain't my style

a girl's got to have
support and a shoulder to lean on
and everyday should be spent happier than
the last one..

it's about
communication
soul sensations
mind meditations
honesty and respect
it should feel
so good
so pure
so satisfying and patient

but...

loving you
makes me feel weaker
i used to think you were a keeper
now i don't know what's real
yet i know i need something a lil deeper

to paint my soul
with colours that are blinding
and make my heart a-tingle
with the light our love is shining

i need to take some time, some time
and really think this through, this through
i've never been a quitter matter of a fact
i've worked much harder since you, since you

but the love i have to give
is worth more than happiness 'sometimes'
and i think the day has come when i should stop
wasting your time....

..and mine.

loving you makes me feel weak and that's the reason.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j9l17XR74Ts

..in..

intensity
hearts beating
eyes staring
lips opening..

a feeling
that words could try to explain
but do no
justice..

savouring
enjoying
de-flowering
yawning..

intensity
magnifying magical trips
thoughts lazily dripping into fingers
that touch..

soul ties
on beds lie
and white sheets
no more..

intensity
draws me out
and energies my core

everyday..

chasings

i feel like
i can't sometimes
put into words
how i feel

i'm scared of
so many different things
and their meanings yet
these same things keep
my company when
i am scared

i

am

so

clueless

i don't even
know what to do
when something needs
to be done

who

am

i?

have you ever
heard a voice in
the distance and felt
weird when you realized
it was your own
voice?

truth is
i've been running
and hiding and playing
hide and seek with
the truth

i

can't

take

it

i hate
feeling things i
don't want to
feel

i hate
thoughts consuming
my thoughts

i

feel

so

powerless

loving you
makes me feel
weak.

:)

can't
get
to
sleep
what are these thoughts swirling around in my head that i cannot reach?

feeling
hungry
as
each
minute
passes
and my stomach is starting to mix all of these gases.

oh
to
dream
and
let
my
mind
travel
and let all the wonders of my soul unravel?

is
that
a
yawn
i
feel
body tired by my brain seems to be on overkill.

i
think
i'll
go
count
some
sheep
after a day like today a girl needs some sleep.

good-night
stars
and
moon
above
sleep
guardian
angel
and show a sista some love in the morning with some coffee and a bagel :)

better off alone

you should've said yes
and read my mind
and finish my sentence
i thought you said..
wait hold up
are you changing your tongue?
a second ago
yes you have your right to...
but i don't get it
you're confusing me
i'm NOT over-emotional
stop making excuses
fine!!#$*@#
no i'm not lying
i don't mind bending again
oh so i'm not independent?
some nerve...
i'm still listening
but it's different for women
that will be the day
and that's mature?
i ain't apologizing
you just can't handle this
don't turn your back on me
why do i even bother?
go ahead then
ye i'm raising my voice
i don't care what the neighbours say
maybe you should do that
why am i not surprised?
some things never..
alright then
bye!

words

i can't really apologize
for the way i feel
cause these dreams are haunting me...
still.

and i can't quite describe
the heart beat growing
or the smile waiting to greet you...
glowing.

the warmness from within
that can cool your soul
the trembling arms stretched out
for you to grab hold.

and the yearning and burning
like a fierce fiery ball
i can't ignore that heat..
at all.

i could ask a million questions
that would take an eternity to answer
i could stay away and wonder
or become a private dancer.

i could gaze upon the stars
or whip my magic wand
but that would only really work
if i actually had one.

sometimes it's hard no lie
to try to comprehend
how my mind and heart are..
constantly warring.

to put it into writing
feels so out of tune and off-beat
and i can't even find the right words...
to speak.

but i hold onto the hope
that the horizon is arising
no more gasping for fresh air
and hypothesizing.

i want to know what's real
from the spurious
so excuse me if i may seem
over-curious.

i'm running out of time
my patience wearing thin
and the light that shines inside
is lessening.

i'm watching myself walk away
and wave good-bye in the distance
but it's not too late for you
i appreciate persistence.

but come with an honest heart
and a song i've never heard
let your actions speaker louder this time
than your words.

peace.