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I love that my little satellite

Orbits around my head

Spinning through my emotions

Where nothing needs be said

Brings to me the moon and stars

On which to make my bed

My funny little satellite

That orbits around my head
She makes her home between the pages
Where she makes her bed in rhyme
She counts the poets and the sages
As close friends over time

She takes the poetic world of wonder
And carefully packs it away
Not knowing at this moment
What she will and will not save

Though she knows that it is priceless
She has learned this over time
Giving off a poetic fragrance
As the very breath of life
The truth it has eluded me
Your promises are new to me
I don't know who to believe
But remember I do vote

Your cheating ways we'll overcome
Your lying days have made us numb
What you eat we get left over crumbs
I jot this down in note

You once were for the little ones
Your crazy glue has come undone
You've left behind what you once loved
A country in mid choke

You steal you cheat you swear you cuss
You think you know what's good for us
You miss the point we missed the bus
I wish we would have known

That you are one big marching band
We placed so much into your hands
You make excuses at our demands
As you wave from the boat

Wolf in sheep's clothing makes you a liar
Selling dreams like dope with us as buyers
Dragon smoke we breath your fire
As we take another ****

Hold on to what you've got by any means
As you take out the trash of our lost dreams
What little we have left it seems
How low will you go

To save yourself as we all drown
Your in your bubble inside your town
You hold us up to shake us down
But remember we do vote
The devils daughter she was
Birthed from sin
Opposites attracted
One night of
Sadistic
Heavenly
Pleasure
Burnt from her mothers womb
Cries that  awoke
Heaven
&
Hell
She was a beauty unparalleled
Her eyes a contrast
Sclera's were as black as death
But pupil's & iris as
White as silk
She was no ones fool
Knowledge
Satanic
Heavenly
Imbued with in her thoughts
Knowledge was her power
"Angel Winged"
"Devils Horns"
She bathed in holy water
She liked the feel of it upon her skin
"Burning with pleasure"
"Her horns burn bright"
She is akin to both the feelings of
Pain,
&
Pleasure,
For she was of
Heaven
&
Hell
Though both sent lower minions
For the sacrilege birthed
An abomination of beauty and sin
But she was her own person
Not bowing to either above or below,
She was of two worlds,
While living in plain sight,
That girl with black fire in her eyes she is the
Angels  Devil of Purity & *Sin.
She held my hand
And dried my tears.
Comforted me
And eased my fears.
Yet now she struggles
To remember my name.
God is playing
A cruel game.
She's not here,
But she's not dead.
The future fills
My heart with dread.
She lives in her memories,
Trapped in the past.
The illness has taken over
So fast.
But I smile with her
And lend my ear
Because one day she
Will no longer be here.
Some people do things to fit in,
I do things so I don't fit in
idk
Thoughts that you forgot
A date that you regret
There’s an idea that needs to be put into effect
The moment is here
A time frame I wish to share
Entertainment knocked at my door
It was my dance technique that I explored
The roar of the applause
My contract having a clause
The spotlight on me center stage
My accomplishment of talent being totally amazed
A time frame to accept
No time to reject
My words you can’t interject
My reflection in what you would expect
My moment being right on schedule
This is my past life being my personal module.
The year 1957 when I was born
I was attempting to wake up from a yond
My mother carried me and she smoked
It was like feeling temporary life being revoked
I acquired health problems and almost choked
I had Asthma, Yellow Jaundice and I was suffering from malnutrition
This is far more than any ordinary condition
Doctor’s consulted with my Mother and Grandparents that I was at near death But don’t get to attached as I didn’t have much time left
My limit was supposed to be 7 years old
But there is a word of behold
Doctor’s suggestion it would be God’s will beyond
My Grandmother being a praying warrior felt the Doctor didn’t consult the Lord on confirmation
The almighty was the one with all the information
My Grandmother then saw a vision from the Lord
The Lord stated, “Your Grandson will live as I am the Lord they God who giveth Life”
Well when it was revealed my Grandmother didn’t have to think twice
Why, because the Lord gave sound advice?
The years that the Doctor’s said would be an end
It was extended years in begin
I am 57 years and no wonder as I am the miracle of behold
The sun gave me a partial smile, but God sent the full sunrise to everyone’s surprise.
.There is nothing else left to say to you.
I have said it all.
Poetry is emotions made out of words.
And I only have these last few unpretty words left for you
They are simply put, but I mean them with every ounce of my soul.

You're not sorry
I'm not sorry
You hate me
I hate you
You hurt me
And those I loved
So I sure as hell
Hope I hurt you.
Just stay away now.
You've done enough damage
To last a lifetime
But I'm stronger than you
So I won't let it.

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My life looks like my handwriting
Sloppy
Messy
Barely legible

Your love for me is calligraphy
A fluid movement of the heart
A cursive caress
A swift swoop of your stylus

My anger is stenciled onto me
In big block letters
Up and down both arms burning
To a furious fire in my hands

Your laughter uplifts me
An entire alphabet sings within it
It's another language
Filled with well wished words of wisdom

My sadness speaks to me
It's become my best friend
Whispering softly in my ear
That something has gone terribly wrong here
What I've worried about all along has now arrived

Your beauty is deafening
It came at me yelling and screaming
In an uproar that made me feel ugly
An unparalleled audible pretty
Before the silence muted me
You said everything I could ever ask for in a muse

I believe you can help my hurt
By leading by example
Showing and teaching me
The hand gestures of a happy life
The signs to communicate love
A beautiful return of sounds
A loud anger and
Sadness barrier breaker
Taking them away

When I hear this song and
My nothing becomes something
Then I will talk and hear again
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