Saturday, September 28, 2013

Tried


                                                                            
                                                                Tried

The same things that break my heart…are the same things that make me smile… The same things that create my tears… are the same things that mend my heart… the world goes on and the story ends.

Cover me with golden dust and rip out my diamond thoughts… I arose from the frost… it was cold when you spoke! This road, this path are the same thing…I was rewarded with resembling of things that mend my broken heart…

You see! They live in between multiple moments but yet they resemble my very home, the same as you’re very own; my broken heart of a home… but yet it mends and my smile rename the moment because I have always tried.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

Position Queen & Tried


Position Queen

The utmost powerful position proclaimed to my Queen is specifically aligned with me! Firmly, yet gently… she stands three steps behind me and hold her stance firmly… to the left of me! She perceives what I cannot... while standing bold and brave from behind my shadows.

She counters any attacks before they breach or reach me… She’s firm in her beliefs, she can see far from the east and equally from the west… her penetration expand her concentration to the north and further south… four pillars underneath her cathedral! She perform with three… as they protects me and use the other to defend me.  

Three steps wide is my stance! I protect this king with the gestures of my hands. I acknowledge your stance my queen… elegantly you dance in beauty of my protection as I stand resembling Poseidon with his trident at the helm… I am your king! You are of me… a reflection of my greatness… constantly reminding me… strengthening me… assume the position!


Tried

The same things that break my heart…are the same things that make me smile… The same things that create my tears… are the same things that mend my heart… the world goes on and the story ends.

Cover me with golden dust and rip out my diamond thoughts… I arose from the frost… it was cold when you spoke! This road, this path are the same thing…I was rewarded with resembling of things that mend my broken heart…

You see! They live in between multiple moments but yet they resemble my very home, the same as you’re very own; my broken heart of a home… but yet it mends and my smile rename the moment because I have always tried.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Bare me

Bare me

Haste in my walk, pace in my presence, urgency in my run… my takeoff is abrupt…
My hair is wild like wool floating rage-fully in the wind.

My fascination is griping… appall and at awe. I urge you to bare me, hold me, and carry me for I am the one who helps create your world, your reality.

To hold tightly is to worry no more as long as this, “Here and now is captured” the string of this harp will scream songs of your beating heart that cast a melody of hope... I was born for this purpose.


Sunday, September 8, 2013

Many Faces



Many Faces

You are a woman with many faces, and I’m a man with many eyes’ only to reveal your many faces to the light “meaning that I see through your deceitful words and jesters”. Your manipulations have neither boundaries nor mercy. 

You are your very own infection inherited by the one who spawn you on to this world. In the eyes of God time stand still therefore making your life and the way you choose to live it nothing but a portrait for “He” to view. 

I may not have the abilities or the wisdom to judge your portrait, but from my perspective views it’s nothing less than a broken mirror! A Replica of your mothers distorted portrait of your upbringing “meaning your youth, and hers.” You are not a mother with wisdom! You are a dictator and your feeble words of insults are your weapons of choice that you have chosen to try to cripple your daughter’s psychological process of how they view life… you’re not a mother! 

You’re just a broken mirror of your mother; trying to pass along your broken goods onto her and your other children. It may be too late to mend your reflection, but not for her or her, nor him. She will be the one who leads their hearts to the possibilities that life has to offer without the negativity's that you tend to reflect upon them.  

With all the faces that you bare, can you guess which one of my eyes are gazing through your defenses? “The answer is that you can’t!” because you have too many. I look down upon you with a condescending gaze, because I am not of you nor am I like you. 

Your words mean nothing to me, nor will it ever! You will try to respond back to this e-mail in the hopes that I will read your meaningless psychology of how you feel and so on, but it will simply get deleted along with all the other trash that I receive on a day by day basis. 

You may try to speak to her, but you may want to think about it twice because you wouldn’t want to come off as contradicting to her, now would you? Making statement such as “don’t call me anymore, or don’t talk to me anymore” I mean a real woman say what they mean, and mean what they say! But then again you’re not a real women or a mother at that.
P.S
This is a quote that someone once said Don’t blame anyone else but yourself when she gets older and learns to resent you for what you allowed to happen to her.” You need to take your own advice!
  “You make me sick to my stomach.  I did not raise dogs, but somehow I have a daughter who acts like one.” This is how your mother feels towards you! So just deal with it…. You know what! I think you should GROW UP and be your OWN WOMAN.  Stop letting these him think for you” It’s like you said “what lies in the dark will come to light and it won't be through me, it will be from YOUR own daughter” You know! The way your mother did to her mother and you have done to your own.


Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Heathen Feet




Heathen Feet

Insecurities runs towards it… fold after fold… time fold! I’m confused but yet I stand my ground… I’m about to be transform into the ground… rebirth into the Grim Reaper… without a soul, without thought.

I am here to be commanded! He rested her hand behind my back and gave orders one handed… his grim, her face, his nose, her glare… scarf so high… business minded… election stare! Transform my genuine thoughts… my innocent into fears.

Fight, anger and destruction among man of nations that I have no quarrel against... brotheren create divisions and I have not begun to shed one tear… I carry a scythe! They call it a rifle… I stood deep… a helmet… they call it a halo.

They transform many of my brotheren’s… many of my sisters into enemy of life! I am the carrier and the disposable, but yet I went so far into these grand fields… landmines explosions in my mind and I can’t begin to despair… because I call it forth with one single breath, with one single rotation of my scythe.

Recycle and recite these words … I am birthed into this world to rejoice everything and everything… for I am everything and everything! Everywhere we are is not controlled by another… for they are controlled by greed…

Something that has been preconceived… pre-collected… pre-consumed… a disease infested within the womb… they are birthed with the notion to control… they feast on death; they feast upon agony… their obese… the belly of the beast! They’re gluttony has no rest, have no feet!

Please gained stability… let you’re awareness bring forth flesh to you… let you’re understanding decay your scythe… let your love bring sight… let that helmet wither away… let your back sprout out wings because peace is what you are… love is what we are… we’ll dine in heavens doors and let these heathens eat their own feet's.