What can I say about mirrors except that some colonialists bought and painted country's with its reflection or as they would Jo-Kingly recall Give a monkey a mirror and he will think he's a God
You took my heart and left I trusted you and spilt my guts yes I spoke my mind spelt out every heartfelt moment of love for you now you come back After disecting my heart trying to convince me how much you love me I'm sorry my heart changed it's mind and my head tells me that you're just playing mind games
A collage of tragedy people with broken heads I've never met bones blood and cracks pasted on a woven mat effusive the unexplained brutality unrestrained social insanity above hidden tapestry.
A bad memory is like a nightmare Totally unexpected A distasteful virtual abyss It is the good memories With which we overcome Randomly welcomed and savored It is like a soulmate for life
There are feeling's in the offing of a rose . By soil and sand often overexposed broken stems from the sting of thorns love and love me knot's petals apart ripped broken torn.
Barefoot down the aisle clean feet well groomed a matrimonial journey enticingly different filled with pitfalls trials and tribulation [on holy ground where there are angels all around us.]
Do not procrastinate with great verve delve into it, Just like angels, who feel the truth only, open her wings, depth, will find a place in her big heart, where dreams are highly appreciated.
There by senses inhaled darkness emotional condenses bursting at the seems rain came a friend slaughtering dispair and clearing the air . Open your eyes cry and you will find solace there .
I lay here solitarily my energy sapped from lesions of my life everything is useless the only thing left is the light of the candle burning in my heart swaying dimmer each night as I lay expectantly in wait of her final call
I redrafted myself many times searching for the elusive post.
When I write I don't know why I keep challenging myself I guess writing must consider feelings not only ones own also the readers, poetry can hurt as well as it heals.