Rejuvenation

His kisses were the water to the sea of passion's drought
Hugs, the leaves of trees uprooted from the seeds of doubt
Touch, the electricity of power lines cut and stripped
Caress, the gravity of earth quaked ground shaken and tipped
Then his love, his love, was the time that drew into eternity
When all these actions, begun with words, discharged my heart out of its infirmary
Now my passion has a steady flow with his kiss
His embrace strangles all doubt to create pure bliss
The power of love has regained all strength, maximized
Through strokes of pain ridden and saturated with cloud 9 filled skies
Time was extended from instant death till whenever our earthly lives depart
Who knew that poetry could give me a brand new start

Unfaithful Thread

I'd like to say Happy Father's Day to all those "live" beats that contradict the "dead" beats that exist.  I woke up in my feelings on this fine day so not to take away from the positive vibe of this day but I just had to share my thoughts on my long history of men starting with the first love of my life, my dad.

Welp, my daddy wuz a bastard
Which left me a child disastered
He later tried to dry the rain that poured
Ha, I had already closed dat door
But I opened it back up and cleaned da slate
Even when he continued to bring forth dead weight
So now you cling to me like a tick pricked in da skin
Attaching ur scaly fins to da bottom of my marvelous mermaid blend
I remember way back when you aint even acknowledge me kin
And now da kids u reared wont even let you in
They turned their backs like the paddy wack dat knicked song
Da dog finally got his bone that he longed, now licks all alone
But see I entertain you anyhow
I didnt free throw the foul
I ride the horse of ur disgust with no fuss, Kentucky Dirby style
Pamper the powder of your trigger, go figure, Boom Boom Pow
Thing is the kiss of death already shot you in the face
Gave you a reality check, put dat azz in its place
Sprayed your lungs with malignant waste, now your voice box has no taste
I'm not here to blast out your doggy dog delivered case
Just ironic how you boxed me out da ring when your fate Sugar Ray punched you out da race
I guess you were the starting point of a long ass string of bitchass men I'd string
Was I ever in danger of being a queen to a loyal king?
True indeed I was, just got buzzed by these drunken men
Dat instead of filling me with flavored juice they intoxicated me with generic gin
My ex husband was a cheater, reminds me so much more of you
I fell in love with the shit you lumped when you dumped loving me like your stool
The Jamaican was no better, he said yea let's go get her
Tried to control and manipulate every gene you gave me who's tissue lacked a sir
Then I meet who I finally thought was the real true love of my life
Till he renigged like you did when you sliced then withdrew ur knife, in the line of sight to blind me twice
Ha, so my mom tries to force her matrimony on my like for this baloney
He brought real like you sold ill three fold like Tony Toni Tone
Met this dude dat was cool and was the epitome of God's hand
Mastering an artful image that genuinely good does still stand
Dat image was burnt quickly, sizzled like my skin did in Iraq when I got sienna tanned
Aint it funny doe dat till dis day my best friend forever is yet a man
Oh and lets not forget today wut I read from da one in mind fired off some straight contraband
Just straight blew my desire away into granulated salted pieces of sand
Now trust I do understand dat dis does not define all, jus cuz my seasons turned bland
But my skilllet wall still stays on iron like metal casted on a pan
Datz da plan till a real skyscraper scrapes da gray skies with blue so da sun rays can land

Smile

Smiles are infectious.  It brightens down trodden spirits and dead souls.  Beyond every smile is not always joy, but it definitely exudes happines to be transferred to others.  I try to keep my smile, regardless of what's going on inside, even through all the anger and pain, no wonder I get so many compliments on my smile, it was gifted from the heavens for HIM to use for HIS people, not me...So who am I to keep it to myself....Inspired me to write this: 

My smile’s outer cloak displays joy and is full of light

Trademarked with a copy written stamp they labeled doWrite

See she writes, that’s what she does, she wrongs, but her write ignites rights to impart smiles from her buzz

Buzzing states of imaginary euphoric images transmitted from soulful waves that impart contradictory smileys that refract off of fractured heart pieces incinerated and blazed

Flaming fires fluctuate coloring flaring orange and feverish red to pigment the brokenness flowing

But those burnt, blackened crimsoned angles are disguised with the pastel/fluorescent glossed smile that stays showing

The discomforted tenderness remains knowing that the fruitful sewing of love radiates my glowing

So behind this smile you would never discern the pain that my heart churns

Only the transparency of my licensed gift enables the display of this burn

I don’t allow it to always splash through my skin like the splurges of water released in a vicious dive

Not to say remnants of sprinkled emotions don’t reach the surface, but I strive to keep that smile alive

It’s my heart’s pride, do or die, to abide to this positive vibe

So many times I’ve been told I’m always smiling for no reason, and sometimes I didn’t even know why

I used to question my own self, like why are you smiling uncontrollably, like your smile is the kiss of Jesus’ bride

 That was till I learned that God’s presence, at my birth, was in matrimony with my infectious delight

I may not feel bright indoors, but my closed doors will always landscape an exterior garden that writes light from stars reverberated and tickled through heavenly bites

My smile’s not for me, it was given to me for other’s to receive

And I’m selfless enough to allow angels to draw from me what they need

Thank God He double gifted me to release the aches through written creations such as these

Memorial Day Tribute 2011

Being a war veteran of the Iraqi War, and just being an army vet period, makes Memorial Day special and unique to me.  It wouldn't be fitting if I didn't honor and celebrate those fallen, those I served with, and those that continue to serve till this day....

This is personal, personally emotional, poetically driven
Poetry is personal, personal is poetry, this poetry is sacrificial
Elements of this poetry, not even the typical poet will understand
Not to underman the experience of the emotion of a poet but some emotions are incapable of relation minus experience
Firsthand experience, one on one, person to experience, experience to person, person to situation, situation to emotion, emotion to personal poetry
The floetry is not poetic however, wittingly unclever, form flow levers sever the difference in satirical feathers to hazardous elements faired in unpredictable weather
Unknowingly aware of which breaths will be your last, how fast the steady rhythms shall flow, or if they shall even be labeled steady or paced steady
Always preparing to be ready, firmly, unwillingly rock steady, steady rock
Ticking clocks not necessarily ticking, but could very well be clicking
Sicking life dependencies, non-rational tendencies, becoming intensely, intimately in tune with soulful cries within thee
Envy sympathizes with frenzy, plenty of irrations, fuels waver, full then empty, empty then full, midsize, half way, a portion of, a fraction of, choices only reign from up above
Spirituality now manifesting in reality, lacking formalities, multitudes of maladies requiring remedies, enmities, teases of hopes
Hoping that teases are fabricated and unreal, never acquiring proper seals
Masking what you feel, deals of disproportions, abortions of imaginations
Sensations peeking heights of unforeseen nightmares
Cares impregnated by scares of spontaneous blares
Unaware of predictable fares of here, where, there, splitting tears of gasping airs of oxygen or lack there of
Appreciating love, redefining its precious value, discovering its presence, experiencing its infantile essence
Inadvertently thinking prior encounters were the epitome of what you thought u had learned of
Witnessing suicidal attempts on lives, life long impartations of whys, incontrollable sighs, highs that soar beyond fairytale skies
Eyes of remembrances that shall never escape, weights of burdens that your senses will learn to hate
Understanding fates and destinies, not aligning with hopes and faith of consciousness
Withdrawing temporarily from inspirations, removed from soothing ventilations
Sacrificial efforts executed, never to be related to the layman on the outskirts of the demilitarized band of safe hands protected by the fans of forced ordered hands that dont always understand the demand for their fanatical brand
This is the land in which my journey landed, implanting branded scars that we honor and celebrate
Memories that my service both cherishes and hates
So to my fellow servicemen, relevant and late, please excuse my frayed and disheartened ways
As I reverent you all this special Memorial Day!