Sometimes, a lady must wonder.
Must ponder.
Must ask.
But before you toss any question my way.

I just want to say.
I bring you love.
Too much for you to enjoy.
But since you my woman.
I bring you more.

I bring you joy.
If only you could discover the multitude of it.
Then you understand why you're my lover?

I bring you warmth.
Just cuddling within my arms would make you think I'm an oven.

Why should I limit myself?
When I aware I love you and nobody else.

These are just a few of the things I bring you.

Your tears
Are glass
And you
Are a diamond

He watched and controlled,
A century later,
He got bored.
So he called his Capitalist friend,
"Make the poor more poor till they become extinct, and the rich more rich." Said the brother.
and the capitalist replied,
"We need them, the ***** poor ones."
"Why?" Asked the big brother
"Because I am slavery dressed in a modern outfit."

"There is a light that never goes out."
Plays over and over again in my head,
And I turn around,
Morrissey's autobiography smirks as it rests on my bed.
And I know that, tomorrow morning, everything will pass, will burn.
For I have to be the light for my own despair.

The world of poetry is a vast canvas
Where we look for the right colors
To paint the vivid pictures every time
So many hues mix with our emotions
And the heart goes crazy in the wilderness
So much to paint, yet so little time
Like the wild breeze gathering inspiration
Not only from this celestial space, but beyond
With the hope that our words embrace all
Thus is birthed a poem and from the poet
The ink that once paints the picture
Remains etched on the heart and soul, forever