What is beauty? Beauty is the soul dancing gracefully within, she. The hair that flows from her skull; hugging every twist &turn.; Her skin is the beauty that's melts when you touch it &feels; of silk on your tongue! Black wombman is she, a Goddess for Eternity!

you made your bed with
the quilt your grandmother made for you as a child,
     before she got sick.
you have it pulled across the mattress,
     severely taut,
just as she showed you.

it's late in the day,
yet summer sun still finds a way
to come in through the blinds.
     the slanted light draws lines across your arms

a distant hum -
the fan swivels back and forth
slowly shaking its head in disappointment,
     until you finally move,
reaching over to rip the plug from the wall;
silence

Emotional scars heal slowly
     and never completely.
These scars lead to
    skepticism,
       mistrust,
             fear .
And sadness.
Sad because what might have been
         can never be realized.
Sad because loneliness becomes
         your everyday normal
             day to uneventful day.
But at least you are safe.
One question - are you truly living?

From mine rib
She was created
By pastlife
We were related
By marriaged lovers I mean
Its not screenplay
But a place thats all corporeal
She stole mine heart
And for her I'll always feel!!

you were the one that taught me that people never change

no matter how many years you give them and how often the setting changes and how many new people they've met

people never change.

you broke my heart and you kept on doing it and I realized

I will never change

I'll keep loving you.

I will never change.

What is left
  after the pain is gone?
When there is nothing to feed
   the anger
      the depression
         the fear....
Will the soul wither
   and die?
That was my fear...
     But that is not the way of life.
The great love of my life
   has died....
but many great loves are left
   Handsome sons
      grandchildren
         weddings in exotic places
goofy dogs.
My home, all mine
     eclectic and clean.
And I have me.
       ~for the first time in my life -
I love me!

It's been a few years,
since I picked up that blade
determined to slice the sadness
out of my viens.
Ridges and indentions
of scar tissue
litter my body.
Yet, even now,
when I get really down,
I still want to add to my collection.
I am starkly aware
that it's not right,
not at all; but,
nothing else works quite as well.
Besides...
perhaps it's a punishment, too.
One that I deserve.


(d.d.b)