Surviving the Knife of Those Who Betray You!
A sample from Book 12
(April 21, 2018)—That knife becomes weaker when we gain the support of others, when we start to see the true meaning behind our life. That knife doesn’t come out that easy especially when you see everyone’s true disclosure.
There’s so much to say, then there’s nothing to say. I have this much on my mind: If they don’t want to see you, it doesn’t matter what you say or do, they won’t see you.
Continue reading “‘Knife’”Sometimes you just gotta to be a bitch!
A sample from Book 12
The Bitch of ItContinue reading “‘The Bitch of It’”
what the hell!
all of it
you hear that, you hear this
‒what is it!
first they want thin
then they want fat
first they want blond
then they want black
first they want
a down-with-it bitch
then they want
a church-going chick
first they want
the naught of it
then they want just sit
first they want
the free-thinking kind‒
intelligent and shit
then they make
the do-it-my-way dip
what the hell!
all of it
you hear that, you hear this
‒what is it!
first they want
drama-free tits
then they add the fits
first they want
the sex-driven licks
then they forget how to kiss
first they want real's click
then goes backwards the flips
what the hell!
all of it
you hear that, you hear this
‒setting confusion's tick
it's all the bitch of it
flip, flip, flip
when you're trying
to get a grip
the crap of it...clip
old bitches come in to sip
trying to slyly unzip
when down falls
their run-away crib
new bitches force in a rip
sending those pussy pics
flirting to get a hit
trying to fill
voids in the flip
for a secured woman's commit‒
it's all a big trip
a playground's nip
she doesn't have time to rip
‒quivering lips curl
to laugh's fit
because....
she's the bitch of it
You have to leave others out of ‘self’!
A sample from Book 12
Ex‒foliate My SoulContinue reading “‘Ex-foliate My Soul’”
I still hear the winds blow
I know, still, from and to
the direction it goes
I depend, too much
on human souls
‒directing my emotional role
these feet‒
so stuck in muddy ground
I've lost the feelings
of being found
trying to understand
hear...every sound
I've stumbled away
from which I'm bound
raise me up, oh Lord†
unclog‒
these maggot-filled holes
rub your sands deeply in‒
pull me out
as you wash away clean
the filth
of this infested bowl
help me again‒
feel fit and lean
where I once had strength
of a lion
‒the sanctuary
of a crystal clear stream
enlighten my heart, sweet Jesus†
relight this drive
I so carelessly left behind
enrich my soul
wash away the corrode
so me, in ease, I can stand
on my own two feet
understand words in my heart
having strength to sort
‒without falling apart
yes, Lord†, raise my tempo back up
so I can feel, once more
the unstoppable me
‒that pure individual feeling
of being free
without the need
of another's glee
I open me up‒
mind, body, soul
I'm, again, letting go
so...whichever the winds blow
matter is not needed
for I'll be free again‒
in the total of
letting go
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