BLUES

SHE Is feeling the blues in her head…the steady pace and flow of rambling coherent words unsaid

Is feeling like she may sway like the reeds conjured by the un melodious jarring

Does not care if it does not make sense to you as it’s to feel an emotion not be understood…she is letting the music take over her hands……inspired of a greater intellectual creativity…

Decided as soon as she heard it she would put pen to it…images of a sun rising, a new dawn would cater encourage the flow so blocked by negativity , that Ironically was once welcomed creative prosperity
Swaying as she types…hmmmm tastes soooo good. Sweet with a hint of jasmine. Running in green fields being chased. Carefree and childlike. Her pen running to the rhythm of a …holiday, guided by Coltrane and soothed by Simone

Mmmmm is singing with her pen to the blues in her head…..a sound inspired by ancient drums of the words unsaid to those who should be listening, but a million soothing utterances to those who share its pain, its past. Procreating is her recreations as she is creating a sound…….

Satisfied she reads…..then leaves the mumbled jumbled hyped up blues on her paper…and leaves
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　
　

SISTERS

My Alpha and Omega
You are my beginning to the end
Just to think of you brings are tears from the start
With you I am free; I embrace our childlike ways
With you my existence is one of serenity
We have al-ways been al-ways
Never thought my al-ways would move a-way
You are the epitome of strength and courage
Your tears are the love you give
Your smile is your patience
Your embrace is your vulnerability
Despite however many thousand miles apart; we are still the same 3, under the vastness of the skies, beneath the one that made us all come to be
You the other one, and me xxxxxxxxx
　
　
　
　
　

- TYPE POETRY

I heart- type poetry

I heart poetry
I heart soulful poetry
The type that speaks to my soul, comforts my soul, cleanses my soul, recharges my soul - type poetry.
　
I heart the type that dances on my body like lustful fingertips, each tip moving to the rhythm echoed by -type poetry
Satisfying, yet always leaving your body with the lingering hunger for more -type poetry.
　
I heart letters that seem to become a grouping of words which make sense not to my mind but to my senses-type poetry
　
I heart poems that cause my hairs to stand, that imprints its DNA on my inner, which creates a pre-orgasmic state that instantly becomes post orgasmic with the clasping of hands and the understanding of a statement so simple yet profoundly effective- type poetry
　
I loves poetry’s anticipation
　
How its reflective prose can cause much contemplation
　
　
From Keats to Blake, Angelou or Hughes; poems about conflict or passion, or decaying moral values. Introspective attempts to answer fundamental philosophical queries- type poetry
　
Simply
I heart poems that make me heart poems-type poetry
　

Lyrically

I’m an advocator of truth through my alter ego lyrical activist. My words are reactionary and necessary as they show you, yes you, you are far from ordinary
You come from many
　
Crushed and risen; risen, but still rising; raped yet forgiving, torn apart yet unified under one common factor,
Good old colonialism
　
I will try to share my thoughts, shaped on the angled hopes of many
To consume your guilt as greed has devoured you, digested and polluted you. Made you turn on your brother, compelled you to adhere to the coming world order. Become a lover of profit
We must stop it
We must try to stop it
　
　
　
　

10 years on but not forgotten

10 years today that you took that final trip without us, That you ventured on that journey despite of having us.

10 years has made your vivid memory now blurred imagery; forcing my ears to hear and recognise your voice evoked by my mind, is now a necessity in my process to recreate your energy

10 years has softened the edges you tore and eased the relentless pain I had never experienced before.

Yes, it no longer feels like the nightmare of yesterday, but still 10 years on and my tears are triggered when I hear your favourite song. The craving for a mothers touch is just as strong, beyond death the bond between mother and daughter never broken, the urgency remains for words unsaid to be spoken

Ten years on my heart is still broken

Xxxxxxx

Dreamer

Fellow Dreamer

If in you I find a deeper meaning
It's because we connect on levels that transcend logic,
I Bask in the comfort from merely feeling your feeling

We share hyperbolas dreams seen by most as sickly
Our thoughts are interwoven threaded veins running through the elements of human nature
our embraces last an eternity yet are always over too quickly

I steal flickers of my reflection through your eyes
I see I am free,
A child like euphoria filled with inner peace,
Overwhelmed by love and serenity


Your presence heightens my senses and I, exploring Adam, I, woman of Eve have never felt more alive and yet I can barely breath

flames of anxiety cease to burn with the calming trickle of your touch
As I allow myself to look into your eyes I am lost in the valleys where souls reveal themselves,
Naked and unashamedly dancing to melody of passion and love

In you I escape as you do me
In you I levy the restraints of the world and overcome gravity
In you I've found a kindred soul and believer
In you I have found my fellow Day-Dreamer