Forest For The Trees

In circular times I write ever turning rhymes.
The beginning is coming from behind.
I have found what I search to find.
My reality is an imaginary state of mind.
Singing songs with pretty melodies without regard to time.
Continuing to say I love you in pantomime.
With this forest full of trees you tease because I can’t tell oak from pine.

.

Free

You had a choice between fear and bravery.
Holding my hand long enough to cage me.
Chasing love directly into slavery.
Blindly singing unaware that I am free.
Closed eyes and an open heart allow me to see.
Let's see what it takes for me to breath.
Feel the wind beneath my feet.
Seek me.
Speak slowly.
Repeat after me.
Think clearly.
Find the release.
I am free.

Please Excuse My Fearlessness

Let me warn you.
This poem may sound like some reckless shit.
Foundation firm.
Feet planted.
Unbreakable.
I do not bend.
If you heard me say it, it’s exactly what I meant.
Firing on all cylinders.
100%.
At this moment, I am asking you this…
Please excuse my fearlessness.

I was in love with this man.
Began to share my dreams.
The more I said.
The more it seemed.
He was on interested in cutting my wings.
And he wasn’t a small snipper.
Dude smiled in my face and behind his back held hedge clippers.
Transparent love.
I see right through you.
His misery loved my company.
He desired to possess me.
I may not know much.
But do know this.
My kiss he will surely miss.
Guess that what I get for trying to share my fearlessness.

Clichés kill me.
The skies the limit sounds so silly.
Like building walls around infinity.
I’m chasing my dreams.
You can’t out run me.
I don’t believe in earthly competition.
I’m about collective energy.
I radiate light comparable to sun.
By night I make the moon envious.
Not being cocky.
It is what it is.
This is just a reflection of my fearlessness.

Don’t let society make you doubt your essence.
Turn the mirrors image against you.
Have you contemplating your very presence.
You’re not tall.
You’re too short.
This is what’s in for fall.
Don’t put that on your fork.
The messages are subtle.
I rebuke them with this rebuttal.
I rock the hell out of my coke bottle frame.
Can light your fire and fan your flame.
Caramel complected sista with:
Full lips.
Thick thighs.
Round hips.
This is all me.
I won’t tip top around this.
Heart open.
Wide.
Vast as the ocean.
Steadily evolving.
No fear of falling.
I know where I will land.
Glass bulbs.
Sliding sand.
I own this moment.
You can quote me on this.
I epitomize.
I live in.
The spirit of fearlessness.

Not Strangers

There is a place for us.
Created before we knew each other.
I am speaking to someone I don’t know now.
You know who you are.
Our meeting has already been charted.
Pin pointed on a map with a red flag.
No starting point.
We are the destination.
We are destined.
I am sure.
About.
Us two strangers.
Are we really strangers?
People say when we meet we will know.
Is destiny willed?
Contrary destiny.
Not contrived.
Unclear in your decidedness.
I am completely confused by destiny.
I have not lost sight of you.
Or.
Our place.
I will never call you stranger again.
That is rude.
Hearts don’t need names to communicate.
This is a matter of the heart.
I am sure.
About.
Us two.
The two of us.
Two hearts.
Like wings.
United in direction.
Unconditionally yielding.
Unprovoked promises.
I am not a fan of promises.
They are too easily broken.
Or marred.
Or misinterpreted.
Caught in the wind.
These wings.
Fan me.
Calm me.
My tendencies are hyperactive.
Unknowingly believe.
Without sight.
Should I question what I can’t see?
Why question what I know?
Again.
I am sure.
About.
Us.

In Conversation

You speak.
I listen.
Treasure hunting.
Scavenger style.
Searching tones.
Comparing inflection.
Spoken smiles.
Not peculiar.
Intriguingly particular.
Jokes touch the line.
Aware of their boundaries.
Carefully complimentary.
No juice.
No gas.
Possessing his warmth.
Kind enough to share.
Pick pocketing pieces.
Adulating.
Playing in the wind.
Hid his voice.
Perfectly placed it.
Cupping my eardrum.
My new lullaby.

Distant Love

I have a secret.
I live a lie.

I pretend that you mean nothing.
Sing dancing words.
Talk to you in circles.
As to escaped the pin pointedness
of what I'm dying to express.
Laying in wait to remove the mask.
Subconsciously hoping that you read
between the lines better than my unrequited front.

But this secret is bigger than a death bed confession.
More timely than the note you'd find after my demise.
This lie is the truth.
The truth of the matter is I love you.
No word tango.
No interwoven interpretations.
Plain like water and air and light.
I love you.
Uncorked, breathing, flowing...
My cup runneth over.

Morning Loving

Continue to call me baby.
Continue to call me to you with your eyes and arms.
That while my heart says no
every
inch
of
me
is pulling you onto me.
On
top
of
me
is where you should be and I could not see you any
other places beside the
meeting
of
my
thighs
kissing my lips as my hips shift
up
and
down.
Smiling you see me trying not to
give
it
all
to you taking more than I thought you could have
me
on
top
grinding, winding fast then slowly you pull me tightly,
slightly you roll me over
onto
my
back
is against the bottom of this never ending relentless
push
of
stiffness.
Wet as I am,
long
as
you
are.
Damn how long has it been since….
Shit….
I’m late for work again.