Lovefluenza

Have you ever been so heartbroken so many times that you say to yourself, I will never allow myself to fall in love again?  Thing is, when love creeps in, you have no control.  Another classic battle of mind vs heart.  I present to you one of my favorite pieces:  "Lovefluenza"

Lovefluenza

Refrain:  My heart doesn't have a need to receive the weeds of love's seed to grow

                My brain knows not to let go

                These emotions are starting to unfold to roll off my sleeve

                Lord please don't let this love virus consume me

I have been stricken, overcome with sickness

Preventive measures didn't measure up to prevent this wickedness

Wicked circumvented my personal space bypassing the imprisoned gates of my enclosed figure eight

Quadruple crates encased with no drapes, no cracks or vents to pass through

I withdrew all generosity, nothing but animosity towards personal sharing, intensely caring to avoid all contact with love infectious containers, even those containing particles with secure disclaimers

Denying disappointment, disloyalty, heartbreak, promise breaks, dead weight, love's forsake

Refrain:  My heart doesn't have a need to receive the weeds of love's seed to grow

                My brain knows not to let go

                These emotions are starting to unfold to roll off my sleeve

                Lord please don't let this love virus consume me

But my rationale still wasn't buying the real estate landscaped on my heart's plate because the negative equity accrued by the previous owners of the house depreciated the value of its worth, not worth buying, not worth trying to rent, not worth freeloading, not worth promoting its floating interest

Refrain:  My heart doesn't have a need to receive the weeds of love's seed to grow

                My brain knows not to let go

                These emotions are starting to unfold to roll off my sleeve

                Lord please don't let this love virus consume me

Still not being receptive to receive this viral evil, strains of it spread and increased its presence via those who sneezed and coughed to release its droplets into the air for me to breathe in

It reached my skin and transferred to the palms of my hands, upon recognition my hair strands ran giving it room to flee, generating a breeze to wave its brand to stand on my drooping tree of disobedience

Already plagued with a pre-existing heart condition left enormous room for my weakened immune system to be spooned with foreign invasions of love

Defective anti-bodies lowered senseless defenses that should have reacted with fences of electrocuting shocks of energy pointed with pinches of punctured attempts by trespassers

These viral blasters spread infections to high risk sections with soft weapons

Refrain:  My heart doesn't have a need to receive the weeds of love's seed to grow

                My brain knows not to let go

                These emotions are starting to unfold to roll off my sleeve

                Lord please don't let this love virus consume me

Fever and chills, symptomatic ills I feel, appetite decreased, increased aches and pains, refrains of fatigue, the need to relieve this mysterious suspense

Intense torture, distorted logic, aborted control, diagnosis unknown but an immediate need to know

Sent verbal secretions and behavioral swabs to the lab for testing

While resting my guessing till the results were revealed

OTC's didn't ease my heart's wheeze, I tried to treat the ooze with pools of fermented fluids, that didn't do it

The congestion wasn't suppressing, my blood-flow kept rejecting the transplants from my mind's implants, there was no chance of surviving, so my heart began realizing it had to begin reviving its love receptors cause this virus was striving for submission and I had to make the unwilling choice to let it run its course

My heart didn't have a need to receive the weeds of love's seed to grow

But my brain knew to let go

The emotions began to show

This love virus consumed control and my heart has been sold

I Miss You But...

We've all been in those experienes where our feelings bind us to our situations, making it so hard to let go...classic battle of mind vs heart...Do I listen to my rationale and what I know is best for me?  Or do I stay beccause it hurts too much to leave?  You ignore red flags, and you tolerate the misery, and when you finally muster the strength to gain control of the situation, your feelings are questioned.  Just because I make a decision to feed my best interests, doesn't mean that my feelings have been altered, but the stance has to be taken....

"I Miss You But..."


My decision to leave the leaves of love’s tree on the ground does not remove the origin of the leave’s seed, my feelings

My feelings allowed the wheeling of my heart’s handicapped chair to roll uphill to lover’s lane and roll back down to hit the dead end of love’s remains

The brutal drop popped my heart muscle, but it survived, but now goes back to its disabled state, compromised

Confined to the chair due to its crippling frame, the choice to roll over the lifeless leaf is made

Doesn’t mean I don’t miss or want you, but that the waving red flags will not be lowered to your destructive raid

You won’t raid the peace my spirit has laid

You won’t raid the comfort my soul has been blanketed with

You won’t raid the stretched skin that’s been securely stitched

You won’t raid the strength of my characteristic flaws

You won’t raid the legitimacy of my defining laws

You won’t raid the generosity of my selfless heart

I’d rather rip the leaf and plant a fresh new start  

Purple Rain

Purple rain is the persona of my poetess technique...it is who I become when I dig into the depths of my soul to produce my art...it is where I receive tranquility, peace, rejuvenation, healing, and refuge...it is the essence of me...Below you will also find a piece entitled "Healing" which digs deeper into the reasons for my poetic expressions...Enjoy ;-)

Purple Rain (A Writer's Persona)

In the rain my frame's engine drains fluid causing dysfunction, not a bad dysfunction though, it’s a breakdown conjunction of chaotic interruption
In the rain my brain's receptors become stained with codes of slow motions and re-plays
In the rain moods sway like the low waves in the ocean on a perfect summer still day with no breeze
In the rain my electricity's fluid freezes creating a power outage, not a black-out, just a shut all the activity out
In the rain my waterfalls recede and disappoint passers by who had a need to enjoy the scenery
In the rain the royalty of my domain is beyond the kind of fame that defines celebrity success
In the rain my fantasies are fulfilled in my dreams
In the rain my spirit is filled with peace and all burning flames are ceased
In the rain the beat in my chest is decreased, and the cravings in my soul are laid to rest
In the rain the conscious layers of my thoughts temporarily depart
In the rain the darts in my heart become numb
In the rain my system dreads the coming back of the overheating, blind sighting sun
Because in my purple rain is where my victory is won

Healing

From the depths of my soul, oh so dark

To the erratic motions of my hand

To the chaotic waves of my thoughts

From the irregular rhythms of my heart

To the increased blood flow in my veins

From the painful experiences that remain

To the unsynchronized emotions, however unwanted

From the violent invasions of my spirit

To the ignited flames upon my skin

From the brokenness again and again

To the temptations victimizing me to sin

From the wavering personas of my plight

To the demonic enemies I've had to fight

To the horrific visions crippling my sight

This is the reason why I write