my beloved is me,I am my beloved

I wish I never lost the first love
It was the best of best we have
I hope I never have to search love
I think I found my gift from up above
I know there is distance I will wait
I know of temptation
I will pray
I will selflessly be on pier
Each day, wait on the maiden sail
I will patiently see you through my stains
Open up to changes as they come
My heart is held in your palm
My thoughts are centered on our fam
I am yours to loose
You are mine to keep
The play has changed script I am watching my beloved on stage
I am pensive of each act
Eager of each cast
I am monitoring closely,
delving deeper into this abyss of thought
I am attentive
Lest I'm lost on the path to happiness
I walk besides
Sharing the pain of the thorn
The joy of the fruit
And the confusion that is spring in the North
We find our way across terrain
We work our genius and glide over the plains
We swim the oceans and ride the current
There is no I,
No me
But we
My beloved and I. 

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my poetry and me

Curled up
Laid back
Or bent over
I do it best facing down
but try it anyhow I'll give you verse
I'll give you rhyme coz my poetry is not tied
to position
is not based on time

Real Wordz
screamed loud
or soft mourn
my poetry soft
fluently thought
never ever crosed
whether hum or groan

always on
point
always on
hot
I serve it like a spicy dish
I give it like JC gave fish
freely,
willingly,
I make it make me
It guides me to be
Every
little
Every
big
Everything
I can be
my poetry and me

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teach me; to lie to my pen

Every time I put pen to paper

My soul gets lifted, I’m lighter

I place my weight on my right hand

And scribble out my form of art

It is seldom appealing

But plenty revealing

It’s my vent canal

My thought processor

My seventh sense

I know each time it comes from within

Within some confines of my heart

It is my truest of expressions

Burning my gut with strong passion

Every time I put pen to paper

I speak the truth

Of the truth

And address those feelings at the core

For no matter how hard i try

I can never tell my pen a lie

I can go above

Below

And around the truth

I can coat it in idioms

Drown it in prose

I can intoxicate it in imagery

And get it to think it cannot be

I can convince the truth it was a lie

And it would believe me

Yet when I sit with pen

And introduce it to paper

The truth exacts revenge

It arrests the control of mind

And dictates the tempo of heart

Free flowing ideas

Hand glides and curves

And the eyes dart over each syllable

Sounding out the consonants

Miming the vowels

Giving rise to verses

I am a vessel

I convey the message

And despite my frequent attempts

I can never change the outcome

I simply cannot lie to my pen

Teach me

...

like the earth's shadow cast on the moon

What is this we have?

It was like light in a cave

Then the lies

The secrets

The looks of spite

Yet we sit here

Held in a loveless union

Chained in a chain-less prison

I wish it were a season

I'd know it comes

It will go

Like the earth’s shadow cast on the moon

We are waiting for the shift in angle of tilt

For the sunshine to light up the path again

For the absolution of guilt

For dances in the rain

And fading of the stain

We want the flowers to blossom

The heart to fathom

We want to move

But each holds on to their stance

I won’t budge

You won’t heave

But we both expect that beneath our feet

The grass will grow

go now leave.

Lives acutely similar in many respects
Fuelled by memories of past conquests
We are bound by the secrets we share
Nay! Shared
Tied by the invisible chains of feeling
The unseen shackles of thought
Let this be the last night of our old life
This opera is in it's final act and the pre maddona is shrieking her lungs out
The guilt is tampered by relief
Go ye if you were held by a spell
Walk free if you were enslaved
I feel light
This burden has been lifted off me

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