Infamous Thoughts for You

Another One of My Poems that originally was posted on my other blog, The Weapon, The Cure, The Reason

The Weapon, The Cure, The Reason

With each moment I find something new in you. Find a man worth admiring… find a place to hide from the world. Release the ache of the daily pain of living. Your smile exudes a quiet understanding of who I am when I am bare. It is rare ..
Who you are
You ignite me
Hot and rapid moans of desire
Become my the wire that holds the fence that is the entrance to me
Keep away the devious vine that leads to a rose of thorns.
No beautiful red petals to fall at my feet. Melodies
Become infamous symphonies
Reality made up of fantasties
Kind heart
Intelligent mind
Physical beauty
Completely unique
You create a magnetic field from within me
One that wants to repel you
But drawn so fiercely we attract
Who are you really if not mine

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Blood lines Severed

You are reflections in rear view mirrors

The P.S. in letters full of moments lived

The last of things desired

You have become a past of what I needed to define the

self I have outgrown

The water in my veins 

Memories of today 

will not bring tears of regret

Cheeks, puffy, wet

Won’t be the one reaching out to have no hand held

Invitations to my greatness

for seats empty

Alone in celebrations

the sensations

the negations of me

for the love of you

I am through

searching for what I was born into 

 

Learned by Mistake

So much like a rose, beautiful to see blossom,

yet not comfortable to hold

The whispers thunder.. Aren’t you a little toold

A little to old to what?

to keep trying, to keep fighting,

until  I  am living the plan God has designed

You wish I could rewind,

go back in time

 reroute my choices

Listen to your faint and mostly absent voices

mouthing empty lines, “I care”

“Listen to me, I know”

“Be aware , beware, of leaving empty”

“Just listen,” “having nothing to show

means  something

I have something to show

the things God has given to nurish me

Conviction, strength, courage, compassion, defined divinity

Learned more than I wanted to know

my thorns, necessary amonng the weeds,

Helped me grow

Images left behind  meant to humble me

 strip me of my spoils

Thankful for my toils, falls and tolls

Seen the hearts of annoited souli

So, to old. to withstand

Your reprimands,

hear you repel my pain

Eye to Eye with Annoited Souls

taught me the worth of riches, not weighed in gold

Words sing my accountability

Apology acknowledging

the severity of my wrongs,

The lost of trust now will sing

the sad song

about the little girl gone bad

with what all she had

How could she go…

deep within the shadows of night,

Living by faith, you will always be able to the  light

of God

Is my sight, soothing to your sore eyes

or could I bet on odds that all that is a disquise for why I am hear at your door

So poor of life

so equipped with spiritual dollars

just small words and soft voice

that’s all that is left of all those bad days of wrong choice

Hear in a book full of stories i am tell

My ears now allergic to voices that yell

Left behind with a man on a dowtown street with

the lonely eyes that give visions of a lotus hell

So much more serene than this earth, fools call home

The holted hell of dismay that  lies in the livings eyes,

as they lose belief in energy

, in love

in Spirituality

The whispers of disdain,

 incessant words determined to blame

this present on ignorance, stupid mistakes, unbelievably bequest to me

Smart is the descriptive adjective placed before my name

yet in your mouth all that remains

is wrong

Your words, however few, dig holes, left my soul hollow

My choices made by the awareness of my intuition

Inside beyond what the eye can view

painted this plot the hue of God

They snicker and cower, when his name is heard,

“You talking to God in all this mess”.. that’s absurd

The Silence is heavy, just the inkling of absurdity

Ignites monumental certainty

My clarity

Dec

A beautiful urgency

 completely this difficult task

Holding my tongue, having more faith,

then the last days, when how, where, what, when and how come furnished my mind

took residence in my heart

Lead me to places far from your sullen audacity

that provided you tenor of the judgement of me

I have inhaled peace, exhaled this negativity

Parlayed the rejecting repugnance of your translation

Of me… It’s just that, another rendition of a perspective truth,

heavy with expectation,

Void of me

Yesterday is old, stale on my breath

Mock the watery prayers falling from my eyes to hell

dampen the fire  where the anger gestates

Abort that which consummates

disappointment, anger

don’t carry it to term

Buried it named a lesson learned