Ah, here comes another lazy donkey Spreading his words of manure in my face He says his (horrid) breath smells of honesty But all he wants to see is me fall down at his pace I say to that lazy, donkey, “BLEEP You!” Why do you care what I do? Ah, here comes another lazy sheep Getting all her dirty wool on my skin She says her (dreadful) touch I can keep But all she wants is to give my body to wolved-men I say to that lazy, sheep, “BLEEP You!” Why do you to want to be me?

The purest of words spoken won't be his savior Nor will the kneeling or peeling back The feelings he revealed on faithful behavior For when the angels tear off their wings A balanced Christ will shriek "Clear the skies!" Coldly defused dissidence shall rise and sing Lullabies to the insomniac's eyes

I know from this moment By life I am no longer bent You are here, heaven sent Our love I choose to vent I will not betray our sweet time In no way, can I commit that crime I hail to you, such beauty I climb Let those wedding bells chime Know when you come home My passion will not roam Let our love build this dome Be my Caesar, let’s rule Rome

his gives me the chills It makes me ill I had so much time Partner in crime We could have killed But something spilled I know where you are I've been with the emotionally stilled Its not too late to break The hate You could pass it on and live like the apes Or you could shed it off Be one of the greats You got this, the looks The moves The hips that twist A motionless shift As you move to the spit The they told you to flip I think you could make it You've got the steel to take it So really fake it Roll over and shake it Let them take your essence And smile while they rape it Or Be the link that breaks it

Follow me to that sexy dance floor Us, floating around the disco lights My hypnotic moves make us soar Through rhythm, we reach new heights My hips are what you needed, and more Move your hips close, no more fights Hey, baby, I just wanna dance Kiss my lips all over your neck Need a little love, a feisty romance Don’t be scared to take a peck Let’s take this love, take this chance Like the way your heat puts me in check Rub my body, be glued to my moves The spotlight is our bed, let’s make it shine We’ll do any dance that our love approves I just wanna dance, our blood in line When we get home,, this dance proves With the right music, we’ll be just fine

I finally found my secret treasure that has been hidden from me for many years. A treasure that I though not to be real Something I lost ages ago. Then he came along and I knew what I found. I knew I found my secret treasure. The first time I seen his precious face I fell deep into a mystic trance. Just to see his sacred glance, back into my life. His eyes, dark and deep as the sky at night. When light hits his dark eyes you see the stars of the sky. The heavenly azure above within both of his eyes. His smile is the sunshine that broke the darkness in my life. His perfect lips made of a soft and fine tasteful wine. His body is solid, yet soft to the touch. Chiseled by the hand of God with precision and perfection. When I close my eyes I see him laying with me. I see his beautiful eyes, and extraordinary smile. His touch is soft, and gentle, and passionate as his kiss. His touch lets loose his emotions, and his passion for life and realism. I can feel h

The weather Falls on us like a feather The sun is hiding Watching what we’re confiding She, some say, thinks we are sinners Though we dream of being winners Rain is the cause of dreary Washing us clean of weary Sun come out Do not pout We are only learning For the life we keep yearning Sun, it’s your tears That raise up all our fears If only we could be the joy to your pain With our souls, we ‘d soak up all the rain

Why is it you choose to sit alone, Looking like you were made of stone? Here are people just like you, Looking like they are so confused. You could be sitting with a new friend, But then it is your chose in the end. A look a nod a simple smile, Would make your trip seem less then a mile. You will never know, All it takes is just a hello.

As you lay on our bed, exposed to the world in all your naked glory, I gently press my lips against yours, savoring their sweet taste. The smell of your hair lingers in my nostrils, your perfume drifting across the room. But you don't respond to me, but then you never did. But I’m used to that now. Lying there, cold, unfeeling, uncaring, like you always do. But, I know your little secret, all the plans you made with him. I know them all. You were going to leave me, leave me for him. But not now, you shall not leave now. I tenderly take your breast in my hand, caressing it gently, feeling the firmness in my hand. But still, you do not respond. I do not care now though, I know you will not leave me. You will stay with me, please me, satisfy me. You can no longer go to him now. He's lying in our basement, rotting, letting the worms, maggots and rest of the filth eat his dirty, woman stealing flesh. All I ever did was try to please yo

How do I express my love If none other than through The time that we spend And the embrace that we possess With each heartbeat I long for you more because I see deeper into the beauty of your soul as time penetrates our surroundings and attempts to steal you from me. But, I will not let it take you From me because you are More precious to me than Gold or any treasure that This world can produce I long for each breath that Pulls in the sweetness of your essence and thank the heavens for already experiencing what so many describe as bliss.

I’ll love you always Though I never learned All the emotions of love All the touches of love Know that I care for you Know that I dream of you You never abuse who I am I see the God you are I see your beauty I feel all of the galaxies Our infinite guidance Our Infinite romance If this is our last moment If this is our last breath If we don’t wake up Know that I love you

It’s hard to move positively forward With one foot stuck in the tragic past We   shouldn’t hold to what seems safe It’s not a bad thing to see a future It’s not a bad think to dream big It’s not a bad thing to be left   forward Life is what you make of yourself Never let others make your own life Moving forward is a blessing, truth

When the life raft comes tossing out We pray a lifeguard is near about The waves always are difficult to see They’ll drown us with the majority We can only hope we have a life vest It would give us the way for our best Because our lifeguard can only do   What is best to give us a life anew No challenge comes without strife So fight the waves, hold onto life

If you could listen to my words If I didn’t feel a victim of my appearance We’d discover all possibilities, vast as the ocean Like all great sea crews of the past Land waits to be discovered in the present Yet we don’t know we have access to it all We’re too busy filling up holes with patches In the past But one captain can’t save two sinking ships In the present We could have it all, if we believed right now In the future 

Your holy water scars Match the liquor prison bars Scream at the sky with Questions answered why No erasing their blood Only fallen angels above Too many times have begun Diatribes upon their tongues

As I lay upon the zebra waves, I think of ways I misbehave, I think of all my "must-be haves" and "must-be needs", on my back and on my knees, and all my dreams that I want and need to be true, Because of you, my body aches and quakes and shakes, and I know above all, those things I must haves and must need, can only be satiated by you, because if I achieve every thing that I dream, quiet every scream, wipe every tear that reamed out of face, nothing of it would matter without you in this place, torn lace, wrinkled ribbon, everything I have and will ever be given, is My decision, a Gift for You, a lift from blue, fading my depression, my sexual disgression, There is never enough repetition of these words "I am Yours.I Love You. I am Yours. I Love You". Those words flow so freely so naturally from my lips, and my body and hips can't help rocking back and forth, east, west, south, and north, while saying your name, my tongue on my teeth, saying your name

I noticed my chipped tooth when I woke this morning. Shows the sad fucking truth that I haven’t smiled in a fortnight. Porch light left on, collared carelessness left it all desolate Couldn’t process my expression to possess all my recklessness Whatever, I don’t care Call me a fucking sinner Quick to throw salt bitch Because you were a born winner? I’m still eating tv dinners with my loser friends so try catch up to me fucking bully, part of the party that sucks up on his knees while trees burn, heads turn you always learn in the end its not about your fucking sins its what you do with them Crass classy cats pitying the glassy pupil pill poppers They are the show stoppers, globetrotters, popular if hot or cold I'm breaking the mold, common stories aren't reported that escort Simple lyricists to spread fear into the inquisitors, insane with no visitors By the time I hit the hill and have to sip my last meal and take baby Advil Fuck that, I'll climb over the ant hil

Praise to the very energy, whether from on high or churned by the hands of fate themselves, that brought the elements together for perfection. Compassion and tenderness resided betwixt mother's hands, the atmosphere filled with red fervor as the first stem engulfed herself into warm air. There she sat, as wind and word and trust were thrown into her fragility. There she stood, against mayhem with thorns and lust of life. She glows the brightest glow for me. She shines through to begin my perception of feeling, slowly leafing through my cascading cabinets to find fact. She is my adorned summer Rose. Explorers and cartographers of glorious knowledge would find it impossible to find a place with more love than my heart for my red summer rose. Let her be exalted forever blessed with beauty and bliss. Let my arms guard her from darkness and let my voice guide her heart. Let her beacon forever flood out hearts with joyous laughter. Let my summer rose wilt before me as we decay intertwi

You can see her smile But her eyes tell a diff story She is tough...but broken But that side can't be seen For there are those that depend on her strength The pieces of her fall a little at a time Shattering on the floor like glass But she doesn't realize that someone has come along Someone with the glue to make her whole She is hesitant She doesn't know how to feel about him But its her heart that wants to be one piece again One piece to beat for him But she is hesitant She doesn't know how to feel about him But hes the someone with the glue to make her whole He tells her to take his hand To put it in hers Together we'll stand he says Against adversity and the odds I'll be your rock and you mine he says Shes hesitant She doesn't know how to feel about him Then she smiles But this time its with faith Trusting him cuz she can see in his eyes shes safe Shes not hesitant anymore..... Shes home

Lord, you are my shepherd, but I still want Of my freedom, this world of men does taunt I have recognized life within the greenest eye Until there is liberation, my words will not die If a sonnet is what I have to write to catch a brain Your divine words I hope my soul, you gave, will drain Grant me the peace to endure the hate of my foes Let my voice soothe the pains of life’s expected woes Your grace let’s me not feel just like a lost sheep The twisted mind of man’s Death is what makes us weep You do not give death, my Lord, and I thank you Where there is man’s Death, you make life anew Thank you for the making me in Your image of intellect Thank you for giving me the love to understand your effect

Dear You, I write you this letter to tell you that I love you every day, not just on Valentine’s Day. My love for you is much bigger than one day designated by greedy fools who seek to make money off our love. But, our love is stronger than money. Our love is spontaneous, not planned. I want to stress again that I love you everyday. Everyday, if not verbally, through action, I show my love. I know that you recognize this and I am thankful for your eyes and soul, which see all love. Love, Me

I am sitting here watching the rain, Praying that the drops will wash away my pain. The fight that was bound to come to bare, Was something that I wanted with you to spare. I said I am sorry repeatedly to you, I feel so terrible that I feel like we are through. In life, you may never get a second chance, However, for you I would give you my soul and true romance. If I had it to do all over again, I would wait until we are best of friends. Never again should a relationship be rushed, I will show you Love, Honesty and Trust. I wish I knew just what to do, It feels just like I am being screwed. You say you love me with all your heart, I do not know what to say you told me that from the start. You said you would never try to hurt me or lie, I know that to be true from the look in your eyes. You told me never to worry or to feel sad, That you would set me free before things get bad. 

It’s time to start working on your skin again You think You’ve been finding blemishes After long nights of self reflection And it hurts They’ve packed up your prairie solace Into a storage unit While you were off chasing your dreams The ones you talked of incessantly with your old mulberry tree How insensitive that must have been, you now think Those roots had always supported you and your dreams Right up until the point you ripped them from your feet to sink barestock into a swamp But now, they’ve disappeared, and you won’t get to say goodbye. Objects, land, and photos Feel more like dead grandparents you weren’t brave enough to go see at the hospital. Yes. Mom and Dad are retiring and moving to Denver, Colorado. Not something an adult woman should be crying about Yet here you are Tearing up as you walk to your car on a southern spring night Because the sky has turned the right color and the birds sing the right song but it doesn’t smell the way your salt marsh grassland

Don’t get me twisted You will get fisted Not in a good way Tomorrow or today Nah, Boo I don’t care who You think you are Or whose in your car Nah, Boo Your energy is poo I am glitter You’re just litter Step back Follow the pack I ain’t you Goodbye, Boo

Tangled in these blankets, your lingering aroma fills my lungs. I stare into the dark and see the soft light you've left with me. Memories of your eyes, like fireflies. Memories of love, the sunset you call a smile. All of these things, cherished, singing my scatterbrain to sleep. My security, my motivation; my sun, my moon, my stars. I'm merely a poet who's found her muse.

All is fair in love and war. The winner of the oxymoron award of the millennium. If any of the aforementioned events were the slightest bit fair, what would be the point in having them?? Euphoria state of mindless wanderings into a coffee house for a single shot of malt liquor. Living for the status quo but not caring to compete. And the worst part, we wouldn't even know any better. We wouldn't know that all the while living, we didn't even perform the basic act we thought was the most important part of life. And on our tombstone, years later after the subtle ending to our pathetic existence, people would stare at the dash between the dates of our inevitable births and familiar deaths. Because this symbolizes everything in between. Everything that is no different than the person shacking up in the grave next to us. Not one exciting act that would have made us the slightest bit different then every other lover and fighter. And all because we were naive enough to believe in a

Half a year ago, I met Harriet she was hypnotic, harrowing, heavenly Harriet held my hand happily while her heat filled my heart Harriet was a hummingbird her wings hasty and silent her promises were short-lived as Harriet was a harlot Harriet and I have parted her hollowness in my hindsight harbored humility hides still I hack away her hallelujah Harriet hides in her headdress hitchhiking her handwork I heal from Hades’ hymn Harriet, the hellish horsemanship

I look at you With your misshapen lines Your careless splatters I remember the laughter I tried not to cry Not thinking any good would come of you At one point, I thought you were ruined Damaged Beyond Repair I pressed on The end result showed me Just how beautiful you could be Others don't see what I see To me, you're perfectly imperfect Because in you I see me

My body Is my temple My mind Is my temple My spirit Is my temple May I commit actions That build my temple And not destroy it

The order in which events happen in my life Is important to the development of my spirit I should always be mindful of the occurrences That shaped my spiritual path for the present

Grand gestures and petty emotions. I gift you with an inch and you want seven and a half hours. Something so far fetched that not even the great Aristotle can philosophically concur a meaning. Just as we learn that the Earth is not flat, contrary to popular myth, you present my world with the insane notion of interplanetary jumping. Preying on the naivety of my innocent thinking, you send me a post card with: "How does one count to ten without starting at zero?" And before I can begin to formulate the slightest educated answer to your question, some unknown scientist publishes one sentence that turns my faith into disbelief and debauched reasoning: "Love is, by my own definition, the only perception of non-truth that ends up being true."

Today is the day of many haunting curses When medication no longer helps, only worsens The thoughts of past pitfalls of which I deserve Is an apology or a eulogy enough to take away The scrutiny that abuses me? Or burn the battered bridges to stop My demons from pursuing me? Positivity can be a parasite that preys on your brain Draining and shaming your consciousness while the monsters lift The veil to reveal a pistol packed with pills aiming at your soul Without a purpose to persevere, letting poisoned promises take control Instead of having precognitive decisions to mask the fact That a broken heart's a pallbearer at your funeral

Why is every lover under the ill conceived notion that you are allowed to have your cake and eat it to?? To posses such contradictory logic is, not only, detrimental to human existence but it hurts like hell. To, for one second, believe that all the philosophers dreamt up was mentally suicidal thoughts is the understatement of the year. And when you are left with an empty plate and a numb existence, those who took the time to go against the grain will simply have a powerless upper hand.

I have had every inch of me exposed for the world to see. I've had my dignity stripped and my faith shaken but I still believe in myself, which is fearless. I've been neglected, overlooked, under appreciated, and beaten senseless in the name of the "L" word but today I find myself opening up to love again, making me fearless. And as for my passion: I get on stage with majority, but never all, of my skin exposed knowing every inch I move will be watched by the judgmental eyes of women who feel superior to me for their conservative nature, my name slandered for merely doing what makes me, me. Let them call me a stripper or a whore and bash my dancing and quote their mothers till their faces turn fucking purple, I will always get on that stage, I will always move my crowd and I will always twerk my ass off bc I am not afraid of anything, much less anything anyone on this earth has to say. I am fearless. "Hidden passageways" Out of body, efforts to redirect my a