If God knows my thoughts and I know my thoughts I know their thoughts Thought a lot about our psychic hearts Like a memorable imprint gestations leave a mark as the lingering arbitrary we sift our stains What touches the heart penetrates the brain God being all forms of Life and Energy in, above, around…
Tag: Creative Writing
When I Was Enchantess
That, this & in the air much more hypnotic than you… Not denying like I used to Wicked love soul Flame of desire Extending the prowess Knowing what love shows I define your standards May you ever fight for who you are, inside & out, caresses go there, really uninhibited your strength, a dream in…
Going Down In History As A Legacy
An old queen with a spirit of youthful exuberance So powerful and defined, her life was mirrored in the pureness of her smile, her elegance dominated the vile She invited all to partake in this notability worthy of a title of royalty Reveals that all is fit to land a mark of superiority, a sense…
The Cigar That Keeps Practicing
The cigar that keeps practicing That smoke that keeps distracting That close range of poetic justice Lapping a leap to touch this Mirroring rings of poof That prove proof in the third degree To clue the cigar that keeps practicing On point it poofs to everlasting 12.2.15
Being Wakeness & Ignorant
If I do nothing I’m worthless If I do it I’m foolish Is there worth in playing the fool For a moment you deem as semi-cruel 11.19.15
Here’s Your Extra, I Was Your Reality
The reality of a dream is that it’s the hardest reality you’ll think has deemed you worthy to believe 11.8.15
Queen B Wanna Be
Grammar queen I am not I trip at the thought of a semicolon Let me google the proper way to place that dot or two Dude, I’m just like you You suck at grammar too Except not you, you went to literary school I’m a hard knocks intuition boo 11.21.15
Welcome To The Spotlight
I see it A stage, a brick wall behind you There should be 3 spotlights when you speak You bring strength to the weak 11.20.15 {JR}
The Fool Heard A Wise Young Sheep
It was fun at first, it was easy I got scared when things got real Too greasy, just a tornado in a stress I’m really tired of saying the word mess So I’ll avoid that by stressing this here lest I become a broken record of a wreck Oh no, I’m over that word too…