Anomaly

whats tradition?

glorified repetition?

i want a new way of life

something that i can be proud of

more than holding a heritage

more like past generation wishes

past generation dirty dishes

hold me back and i am likely to become vicious

im sick of this

rabid

i attack

back track

im a train derailed

unstoppable

i hold a truth that shall prevail

invincible

tradition?

fallible opinions

i cant take anymore of the status quo

why are we held to a tradition to follow?

this new what of life isn’t a heartbeat.

change it up, live it up

don’t give a thought to a repeated cycle

be an anomaly…

Queen Bee

she sits on her throne

high and mighty

never over thrown

seemly mighty

 

lies and deception

thats her romance

her lover to be?

the next decision.

 

her organized payments

raising the charge

and requiring more

of the worker bees yards

 

she thirsts for more honey

the worker bees

breaking their backs

lending their wings

taking stings

they say “What does this bring?!”

desperation rings

causing ridiculous flings

the hive as a whole

continually down grading

but nature will forever sing

long may she live, the queen bee

The Cure

alive and well is the beast in this land

this cursed land, in which we dwell.

ignorance is bliss, we say

but the knowledge of such danger is necessity.

 

preying and feasting

on all the living and breathing,

no matter what

we hold ourselves accountable.

 

when we face the beast and lose all our strength

“where is the hand?” we say,

when things don’t go our way.

when trials come,

desperation seeks

for the risen help our souls need.

but shall it grant the favor?

bestow grace on the ungrateful fakes?

God help us.

lord have mercy on us

for asking in time of need,

but giving a blind eye,

turning the cold shoulder

when life is just fine…

we all deserve the worst.

hell at its finest is all too good for me.

i deserve the bottom of the pit

even when it cant be reached.

i should go there.

dwell there.

 

i deserve the worst.

but then came the blood!

thicker than any other!

stronger than any antidote!

the Cure.

the thing that saves…

 

the desperate and wicked,

this cure is the salvation of the beast

and his venom.

the poison it injects in each and every victim…

but i wont be that victim any longer!

 

for the blood that was spilt offered me more than a death sentence!

but a life sentence!

to freedom in eternal love,

and hope,

peace and joy.

 

the one thing that the beast is vulnerable,

the Blood

the Cure.

Eraser

a blank page is set

then comes a sketch

one, line, then another

and mistakes shaded over

some mistakes cant be fixed, only erased

may the artist make the best of what they create

not all faults are to be embellished

stop creating

start erasing

for the blank page has its limits

one fatal mishap then shall the picture be forever scarred

lines

even the eraser fails to relinquish

could it be the eraser should meet its match?

could it be defeated by even the smallest scratch?

The Fire

sticks and limbs gathered together

placed out of the place

but then formed the fire

sparks

started

false fires

lies blow the flames,

the fire grew

burning the surrounding grounds

dirt thrown in layers to extinguish before disaster

the smoldering ashes remained, BUT STILL

heat

stoking it more

ever more will it grow

the fire rekindles

rekindling the fire that should’ve never remained

but too short a time it ceases yet again

never to be sparked again!

buried,

beneath,

the fire is dead

Rose

the fertilization of the fullness thereof

the sun

its rays abundant

breaking the surface

building each vine, each and every vein

one day at a time

then comes the rain.

shall it wilt?

shall it grow?

will the rose hold up of fall?

the suns rays,

the surface in which the rose stays up

has it granted it enough?

doth the rose remain?

the endurance of the rose is only as strong as the foundation from whence it has grown.

The Sea

i awoke again

to the smell of salt and fresh air

the faint odor of sea weed

itching on the surface of the sand

ever so slightly the smell of fish

from the catch of the fishermen

each grain and particle of rock under my body

my sun-baked body

absorbing the rays of the sun

the sight of the billows that roll

from the oceans breeze

the off-white sea foam

expands…

back and forth

back and forth

the notion of the miniature waves…

never ending

coming and going

the rise and decline of the sea’s tide

climbing the beach until riding high

pushing children further in to land

sand buckets and sand castles covered

never to be seen again.

the sea

swallowing

consuming everything

i hear the call of the seagull

the patter of the crabs scatter

and of course the chatter

of the hotel guests,

the tourists

running through the walkways

down the wooden planks

skipping playfully, kicking sand behind them

blown up

from being tossed by their feet

they call one to another

lovers walk hand in hand

imprints left in the wet sand

fading with each wave

swimmers take further out

flowing parallel with the land

with the rip current

the ocassional spray of the salty water

burning the eyes

and the sun staying strong…

draining the energy of the many beach goers

drugging

but calming

my home, the beach

where i stay

daily,

morning, noon, and night…

 

Greater Reason

A fruit stays ripe only for a moment in time, 

Before it rots and turns to a darkened slime.

The rode stays bright and crisp for a while,

But soon fades away and falls to the ground, 

Petal by petal, til nothing stands.

We as humans are no more than fruit

Provide seeds, the rotting away.

Keeping the species replenished and active.

But inside we are dormant.

Dead and nothing but a shell.

Flesh with a soul, an empty soul only one thing can fill..

We can’t buy this thing. 

Only believe it to be true,

And one day when our bodies rot and fade away,

As we will we see the light at the end

We know then,

It’s true…

This repetitive life we live as a rose,

Is possible because of a Greater reason.

Time For Me To Fly…

This is where I begin. 

This is where we end

Cease fire

Hold back

Clip

Pull the trigger.

Blow.

Blown.

Blown opportunity.

I told you to back off!

I said to respect my decision!

I said respect my heart’s desires. 

Understand where my happiness lies,

And what do you do???

Ignore.

Boom.

Blow up.

Immancipate

Yes. You assassinated

Any relationship we had gained back

Just leave me alone

Don’t talk to me.

I can’t even look at you, I can’t even talk to you

I can’t even think about you!!

I will blow a fuse.

Say exactly what I don’t mean,

Lose my testimony.

Lose my dignity and maturity.

I was the bigger person.

Not you.

Age is nothing but a number. Don’t be so ignorant.

Dummy.

Think I don’t know what you think?

I heard enough. And I still cut it short.

I heard it all, and you never finished your thoughts.

You think little before you speak, same as I.

But the difference is I left just in time.

I won’t be coming back for a while.

This time you couldn’t make me leave,

I left by choice, because​your words stabbed me

I had to go to my hospital.

My love.

Who actually loved me enough to mend hurt and pain.

I don’t need you.

This is where I begin.

This is where we end!

My Independence shall glow up

My Independence shall glow up!

My dependency falls by the wayside,

And we part ways.

Stay on your side.

Don’t come in my Lane.

Stay away from me, keep your mouth to yourself.

Focus on your own problems

Worry about your own life.

Leave me be.

It’s time for me to fly…

Naked

My husband y’all 🙂 enjoy

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Strip me off of all of my clothes
And you will say that I am Naked
Am I?
Clothes are off
All skin is showing
But am I really naked?

I say I’m fully clothed
How bout you?
The Heart you can’t see
Feelings that are in the depths of me. You can’t see
Yet I am naked?
To the blind eye?
Guess it’s blind for a reason.

The pain
The suffering
All that is within me
All which is clothed from within
Clothed from within
But you say I’m naked?
Am I?

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