You are my sisters, my neighbors,
my lovers, my friends,
my brothers my cousins,
on whom all depends,
my fathers, my girls, my homies-
my men,

An I'm here to celebrate that fact,
if only society to partake in this pact,

We all share our blood-
by our will - or by chance,
we are connected like dots,
in an eternal dance,

Next time you are feeling,
all ugly and angry-
imagine that lady your Mother,
or maybe the homeless guy,
down on the corner-
imagine that he is your brother,

Would you walk by,
an never look down?

Would you say hi,
yo- what's with the frown?

Or just keep on walking,
just straight into town,

To end with the cry,
HEY just turn around!!!

Right here is a hand -
an I'll help - if I can,
I know it's all part,
of some great master plan,

You know-
between us and the universe-

An don't worry WE got you.

Ma Cherie © 2017

They met, amongst the green of summer
He liked her slight stature, gold hair that matched his own
Brown skin, changing eyes
Vows, and time
Made them forbidden to each other
But still, they watched
She carried drinks, smiled
Waited,
He was there upon an evening, alone
By the water, where the honeysuckle grows
She didn't speak, just kissed his lips
His hands, trembling, touched her face
Laying herself up for him, he took her,
By the water
Their bodies swaying in rhythm with the waves, her hair, undone
Falling around teacup *******,
Sweeter than the scent of the honeysuckle they laid amongst,
was their sin

I can turn you into any color I want
Tell of your movements whether they're true
or not
Remark before the fourth estate as to your location devoid of daylights
affirmation
Report such lies to a gullible nation
Make a pact with the devil
Refrain the seas of change from seeking their level
Render a new book of morality from fable
Order my soldiers to shoot you dead from under the table* ..

A pattern is developing , blowflies are collecting
A rush to the gun , hurtful words are being thrown
The bar is being lowered by a stone faced government
The man is signing orders everyday but I know
his game , his followers are 21st century newfangled slaves ,
his lies are cover while the destroyer heads for calm waters ,
his communication a ploy , his tact is a drone , indiscriminately
killing the enemy , his wall is already built , fracturing a country
founded on rice paper morality , we freed a people on paper
in order to **** them wholesale , psychologically and 'legally'
Regal gunships , magic dragons , daisy cutters and cruise missiles
Big pharma , Wall Street , big oil with a permanent winter refusal* ...

Nicotine

When I'm with you,
I'm overcome with temptation
to release onto you
all my lamentations,
but I don't want to be
an extra weight on your mind,
I know how hard it is
to lift yourself up sometimes.

Because sometimes you
are the heaviest thing in the world,
and the world doesn't
understand that,
blaming triggers,
applying bandaids to wounds
that'll bleed long after the
bandaid's ripped off.

We're both hemophiliacs
drowning in breathtaking chemicals,
in our bones, fragility seeping,
our skin continuously bleeding.
But you and I
are more than this,
more than a shortage of bliss.
We're the passion felt
through a tender kiss,
We're addictive,
like the magnetic pull
of your lips.

I hope you know
sometimes I have to
force the monster out of me
to escape life's bitter bite,
but she loves you just the same,
and I hope you know that
in her, you summone the light.
And when she's with you,
she's overcome with temptation
to release onto you
all her lamentations,
and everytime,
you feel so safe,
she almost does,
she almost does.

*Thankyou for reading! Please comment your thoughts on this one and your favourite part/line and why it's your favourite. ^.^ Your comments make my days.

I'm convinced that a "Rat ******* from Purgatory" created
the monetary system* ....

I’m walking away from vulnerability and closing my heart off, I’m better off using my heart less.
I was close to the cliff like Clair Huxtable but a part of me felt like jumping off.
I probably look like a fool right now, expressing all my feelings in full right now.
I’m hurting and I know that I’m not perfect; the weight of all these words has gradually become a burden.
You are the words I tried to say when my mouth was shut and my larynx was flooded with silence.
Heartbreak comes in the morning when the sun is shining, when the wind is blowing and my coffee has gone cold.
Forever is a myth and the future is uncertain; the weight of all these words has gradually become a burden.
Somewhere in my heart there’s a void, a void that I hopelessly walk around trying to avoid.
You made letting go seem so easy, detachment was always something you were good at.
I wish that you receive everything that I couldn’t give to you, there’s so much of myself that I could sacrifice.
I hope that it was all worth it – you abandoning the home you’ve made in me.
A friend once told me, *“Don’t make homes out of people because they always leave and take everything you own with them.
Or better yet, they stay and ruin everything you’ve worked so hard to build.”

Pulled by my puppet strings,
Not a human just a thing.
And look at all these stitches
Caused by all these... heh.

This permanent doll face,
Slaughtered with a smile.
Even in pain
I'll grin all the while.

Painted black eyes
Meant to see, but I am blind.
Tell me is it pitiful
To not know the concept of "kind".

Pardon my bad manners,
I know I must obey.
It's either good or bad, black or white
Nothing is considered gray.

This porcelain skin
Chipped away, chipped away.
I cannot guarantee  on this earth
I shall stay.

These knots and bonds are breaking.
Am I reaching my limit?
Oh no! I'm becoming a crippled heap,
Utterly useless.

Yes, I have a soul,
But it differs with my body.
Can't take control
My limbs are quite cocky.

Take your aim and shoot.
Don't you worry about ceasing fire.
My brain won't fully comprehend it anyway
Because my sanity's about to expire.

Alone in my aura.
The gasoline is lit.
Hope you like my present
All you pieces of... heh.


This permanent doll face,
Slaughtered with a smile.
Even in pain
I'll grin all the while.

Speaking of how
these Ladies of the Night
must hate Daylight Savings Time
since the sun doesn’t set until nine, and
the cloying summer scent of honeysuckle
drowns the smell of their knock-off Gucci Guilty.
Except there’s that one A.M. Pro
who works the whole stretch in front of
The Towing and Recovery Museum
from 7 something till lunch.
She’s tried to keep a low profile, but
is hoping to meet that one lonesome soul
who needs to get blown
at ten o’clock in the ******* morning.
Sometimes I wave at her when I drive by,
wishing her the best,
whatever that may look like...

The fasten seatbelt warning light is flashing on my dashboard but
I’m buckled in, rest assured.
That’s probably important, but
it’s like what Don Q whispered to Sancho through the Spanish gloom:
“I need you.”