My Guardian Angel

Eulogy (the Language of Godd)

4A.M. - Lyrics from 4A.M. (Freestyle)

But it's fine.

Still smiling when the hour flatline.

Still it's fine.

I jot about them bodies on these flat lines.

But it's fine.

What's that stinging in my chest?

Hardest challenge is giving up what I need for myself.

My heart split through hardships some call it heartless, but my heart print hardened through all the hearkened. Presently present. Still present when gone. With a presence effervescent. How couldn't I bomb?

Explode so gracefully, I hold these words sacredly.

Save a plate for me. I wrote this while the wake was ceased.

In the moments that they prayed right before the feast.

A bow wasn't paid cuz I sensed the seas.

Heard her voice singing softly as she cradled peace.

Washed me away. As the tears rose to knee.

Flooded softly. Drowned me in her weeds.

Entangled me as I soared to a higher a lea...

Passions of A Beast (Lyrics From Passions of a ...)

This is passions of a beast when we clawing up the sheets. Feel the pain, feel the love, everything held beneath. Flooding deep. Getting deeper. Feel my world starting sink. How she rock herself to sleep? How her bones running weak? How dare I tat freedom when cells blood deep? What is happiness in misery? That beautiful smile. My inner child still smiling though these time's wild. Peace. To the bodies rested. Time invested couldn't slow down the fatal seconds. How dare my auntie self destruct? You see the tears shed. They over flowing cuz my momma on that same tread. Mill running. Running from strikes and thunder. I see those storms never settled. She stirring pots kettled. Can't you see I'm furnace? Cant you see me burning? Sparking trees hanging high same story turning. I don't need no ropes. Her wither strangling. How the Godd maintaining when the Mother psyche dangling. I know the antidote. Dont need no baking sod'. It be dat love, it be dat love, it be ...

Vacant Thrones

In her palm she held her destiny,

 but in her mind she held an inevitable fate. The premonitions of all stereotypes seemed true

& too she believed. A jewel renowned jezebel. The hammer rang chimes and church bells,

but never whispered her name. She believes she was never a child of God, but of something more sinister.

It is he who holds the hammer. And who is she? A woman

with masculine and feminine role modeled fairy tales that never bothered to creep out of fantasy.

Her father was a rolling stone whom never bothered to play her tune, her mother more shadow than body,

but even in the light she faded. She held her body as a temple to be explored only by kings. For she was queen.

Why so many peasants explore her jewels like a vacant art exhibit? Explicit instructions to look but don't touch,

all her rules discounted and disregarded and she allowed it. Permitted hands

to become in...

Medicine To The Soul

It's like medicine for the soul.

Music once sung to restore faith.

Like gospels being propelled high to t...

My Guardian Angel

The piercing needle tattooed my body with black ink.

 Intended to tattoo her name on my body.

 To represent how she was already tattooed on my heart.

 I needed something everlasting to show my devotion.

 I was devoted to her in entirety.

 My body, my heart, my soul, my mind.

 All of me was all of her.

 Was, as in a description of the past.

 No longer existent in the present.

 Wise words penetrated my mind and never departed.

 Nothing lasts forever.

 And these words expressed their essence as forever with her did not last.

 A life pulled from my palms.

 The soul that nurtured my own cut loose like an umbilical cord.

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