Nikelle Bianca Redwood

Nikelle Bianca Redwood May 2019

What to write, when the words hang tight on the rope
The days are filled with possibility and endless hope
So many options and choices to be made
As my physical youth slowly fades
My mind a castle built on teal marble stones of bliss and desire
For what else am I alive but to build and inspire
Theres a fine wire that hangs from the head
Of the dusty old French maiden now an echo in the wind and dead
To leave a legacy or just to simply exist
As does the pretty fluffy kitten in the lap of a miss
We wander in wonder to learn the ways
Through keen wide eyes a curious soul does sway
A feather on a bird, A dust in the wind
Holographic existence a mango slowly ripened
Not hollow like all hollows eve
or a ghosts empty sleeve
holo like hello, lets get ready to take a dive
for today with a slow inhale we are alive

Nikelle Bianca Redwood May 2019

Lovers Poison

Eyes locked engaged and captured by one another,
A tunnel of timelessness created, evading the feelings of a lover,
Energy in motion, takes sail toward the sun of a beating vessel
A conquest that lays ahead, 3, 2, 1, goes the missile
Daring to feel and divuldge in your essence, I don’t care to know you
But bathe in your presence
Your status a mogul, a banker, or a peasant,
addiction ensues ready to get tyrant, nerves of my tongue
tickled in delight, euphoric releases to ease the body so creaky and tight
vulnerability makes its home in armor of the gladiators might

Nikelle Bianca Redwood May 2019

The young must grow old

We dance with numbers, random symbols of inked lines called time
In each moment a new eternal divine of a ride
The babe is released from the wet creatress’ haven
Blood vessels pumped mothers freedom forsaken
One heart becomes 2 the world presented with a new little roo
The phenomenal miracle, a creature so delicately full of delight
All eyes on thee to see which way wings spread to take flight
Words become sentences feelings identified
pain becomes inevitable, the curse of death begins
to see hear taste smell and touch all with a grin
communion in joys and agony with foes and friends
experimental paradise, for dust to continuously gather blow and mend
echoes of stories of the young that grew old,
tales always changing but remaining the same no matter how they unfold
the bones will too disintegrate and recycle into dust
you see it is the only fate one realizes must

Nikelle Bianca Redwood Dec 2018

Elementally mental

To be or not to be...
What is it that is so captivating of a tree
The plants that stand in Noble stance
To have no eyes
But to see more than the eyes can see
To uphold a roof that all dwell under
Filtering the abominations in the sky
What would we be without air...
We must take time to slow down and care
The buffet for our lungs to sing what must be sung and to feed the flame of the Mighty bright heat of a fire that perspires to warm my flesh
An invention of the gods to make variant dishes more edible that aren't so fresh
The guiding light in dark cold nights
To lead me to the water that baptizes my organs to keep me floating in a mental elemental paradise
Oh how wise to recognise and appreciate the fate of the gifts in this elemental paradise
The soul glides through it's endeavors
The ether it's home
Come back to me and melt with the crone

Nikelle Bianca Redwood Dec 2018

Existential

How we wander in wonder...
Some more daring to take a plunder
My breathe is my existential food
My emotional being is my attitude
I am alive to exist
Be it in sunlight or an abyss
The blood pumps through my veins
In a unison beat to the feet that treck the soils and the street
Informal to societal standard
All voices were meant to be heard

Nikelle Bianca Redwood Dec 2018

Expand

I got the whole world in my hands,
A woman existing in a diverse land
I thrive in a tribe a group or a clan
I crave and daydream to live in a nomad van
So much beauty to see in all shapes and sizes
So many stories to hear from all the different lives'
The clear pristine river where the salmon dance makes me quiver in glee
The bears that eat honey and take naps under a tree
Cozy in their giant fur coats so content and free
From the California coast through the seven seas
What a variety of preference and what one believes
The red Sea full of legend and myth
The Indian ocean full of aquatic masterpieces in warm bliss
The iced playground at the bottom of the globe
Where creatures and humans dwell in insulated snowy abodes
What an experience it would be
To eat a banana in the rainforest with a monkey
The humid beauty where fruits grow so pure and abundantly
Giant insects that would send shivers down your spine
Such exotic berries to make a unique wine
What it would be to groove in a congo with the native African man
Where women are so dear and true to their fam
there is endless majesty in this little globe
How I do so wish to see it all before I grow too old
To sit in a rocking chair a mind ever so expanded
So Content and humble never demanded
The need or desire to gather pointless things
But memories everlasting for eons to come
Don't forget to Stop and smell the roses, there is no need to run
I vow to always grow and expand ...
I am that I am mother Earth's number one fan

Nikelle Bianca Redwood Dec 2018

Egyptian Satin

My epidermis is nurtured
In a pond of egyptian satin
I am sassy
I am classy
I am an animal little lassy
Dish me the treasure of your pleasures
Your tongue is my candy
Addiction so sweet ****** and dandy
Time ceases to exist in the abyss of egyptian satin
Hypnotized by dances of ancient latin
Screams torn at the seams
In tantric implosion
Let our sins disintegrate in our identities erosion
Salty sweat love potion
Thrusts deeper than the depths of the ocean