Dear virtuous patience may you be mine?
Dearest virtuous patience is it true you know time?
Lovely virtuous patience what is in your design?
Beloved virtuous patience what is your price?
Holy virtuous patience no wonder you are divine.

Things are strange.
Call life vain, wild and confusing.
We are born with choice, grow up to decide and sway with the impact of emotion.
You develop an idea, share it, make it real, then become so consumed with it that it replaces what we hold close to our heart.
I overthink things at night, I fight with thoughts and cry, waking up to a body battered and bruised by my mind.
They are looking at me, they see me all the time but I hope they know what I'm not trying to hide.
Think about your raw state, think of the choices you make,
do they all really mean anything?
Are they impacting and important, are they for your benefit and only yours, are they dependent on a Higher Source or are they as unknown as a conversation about the crease in my eyelid?

full, so full and effervescent.
overflowed by my creator despite my will to hold or withstand the contents.
ever trickling for you although I harden my spout
simply purposed yet complexed by morality
oh so full, so effervescent, pray my spout never shy from Providence's one true will.

She is deep and coloured with story
she was picked accordingly by God like every other
she steals any peak of brightness and stores it in her warmth
she constantly desires the light that looks down on her
she is fed and enriched when she meets the sun
she glows and thrives once she meets him.
She is loved by many but hated much too,
she is a symbol of my culture
she will live with me forever

My skin is Dark and lovely

My darling, don't grow up so quickly,
let your heart continue to be young.

My precious, please stay in your innocence, don't let it ever be done.

My love, I tell you live life fully and without regret, know that all happens for his will and nothing is without intent.

My joy, go on and dance in the wind go, go on and sing to Him.

My sweet, I pray you be bold and strong, never doubt
God's power and never doubt God's love.

As honey billows from a hive
Words satisfy my mind
The sweetest dew breathed out of mouths
Mists my skin in Eros
My heat rises and bubbles the molasses in my head
Slow hands stir its thick syrup and enjoys its warmth and feel
Caressing down my cheeks
On my tongue and into my lips
harmony pleases my inner itch

Their words are defined,
A clear attempt to be sublime.
A shout of uneducated knowledge dressed to be philosophical.
Their words settle in bones, and is composed to disclose your emotions.
A poets words are an effortless devotion.
Poets words are an intense performance.

Look at my face, see my skin bare and dark, look and see my wrinkles, look and see my scars.
Look and see the story of my life, see how much He makes me smile.
See how He saved me from despair, see how my foolishness took me there.
Look at my hair, look at my wisdom, look at how it grows.
Look when time shows in each strand, sterling silver and bold.
Look at my eyes, look into my soul
Look and see the truth, nothing less, nothing more.
See my love for Him and see my love for you.
I want you to look at me and see the truth.

The birth pains of success
Every sector of my soul is being pushed above my comfort
To succeed and overcome I must first persevere the contracting pains of giving life to my goals
The squeezing and enduring this hardship causes me heart wrenching discomfort
But I remember I am with dreams and I must go forth in order to see and adore what tomorrow beholds

Smart, so smart oh how intelligent we are
Control this create that, we are now the ones in power.
Money, fame important names, the perfect poison to conquer the unknown freedom
Iradicate the radical, deter the diseased cure incompetence.

It is to be rich to dictate all and own more
To be the look, have the want, top the tower

truly happy now? You are?

How about reason, purpose, freedom?

You are not your own.
How about Christ's protection and leading?
Do you remember what that is?
Do you remember Christ's purpose?

Remember the creator, the maker of perfection
No mistake, no mistakes he is not
Without intention.

When did you decide? when did you compromise, with what He calls truth and justice?

When did you have the name of beginning and the end?
When did you forget the one who brought you to exist?

Leave life alone as God made it
It is not your toy or playground

We drove into the Costco carpark.

Tastes like gratitude, smells like sweetness
The lying eye of nostalgia, I know he doesn't mean it.

My life is green with patches if dryness, but it's okay. At times my crops may be dry around the edges or I will be thirsty from the labours of watering and pruning.

There will always be gnats and rocks that lie in the dirt.
Some days I will bleed and be bitten, others I will miss, misplace and mistake the common trials
Believing it to be my demise,
Some days it might have been
And one day it will be.

I know that common is full of cracks where unknown creatures crawl and where also blessings dribble and pour.

life is a mystery, a blood-filled case, a view depending on position
a definite but unknown place.
being different isn't normal, being the norm is the only way,
the judgment and ridicule of life can be too much to bare,
living outside the box is difficult when you dont choose, though i try my best to love being outside the rules.
I am broken and battered from this unruly life, all that holds me together, are the eternal hands of Christ.
I have no words to fix what happens, all i have is a heart that still beats though it is shattered.
I want all to experience the boundless love that God can only give to any and everyone.
Just know that this life is feeble and faint. So much that now my body hurts to shed a tear.

All I want when the peak of my mind is unrested is to lay me head on the belly of my maker
Blessed am I to behold such comfort
I pray that me may be for thee thy comfort

The way the sun bounced off my hair was a prayer
The subtle glimmer off my skin was not sin
The ebony cast of my eye was no lie
The loving warmth of my cheek was simply meek
For he spoke it and it came to be.

A taste and scent I know

I look in the mirror
I wonder who I see
I perceive and see back the eyes of my ancestors
Who and how many
As time goes on. As I meet persons whom evoke and revive some.
It becomes clearer but more crowded
Who do I follow
Who do I remember
Who do I forget
How do I honour them
How do I respect

In my food
In my hair
In my skin and in my breath
All I know are banana leaves and how the smell and taste

Pursuing a dream
A glaring sheen
Bells and bumps
Elitist appeal
Perfect fit
Vain top hit
And an ego untouched
A dance and clutch
... dreams to big
Not small enough?
Sarcastic teeth
Aubergine pun
Oh Link Larkin
The one?

The thought of growing up is scary.
Enduring the wait of time is hairy.
The stress of expectations and contrasting thoughts bury me.
Reading others lives perplexes me
Waiting on love distresses me.
Will I change. How will I change. Who will change with me. Why will I change. When?
When?
Why?

Make the Lord your father and time your friend, all will happen in due time and with due reason.

The barber of truth.
Truth cuts and cleans,
separates good from bad, decides what suits and what looks bad.
Truth grooms and preens,
truth reveals what's real.
Truth is loved and hated
Truth is simply fated.

Why so many seconds in a season
So much time in one year?
I know patience is virtuous and that What needs to happen will
But at this moment in time I have this rock of pity in my throat that I am pushing to swallow.
I know that it is a waste of time and non constructive but it still dwells at the back of my throat between my ears
Fragments are slowly being swallowed painfully and stiff.
There is too much pity, I cannot swallow
It’s making me gag and spit.

If the stones would cry out in praise of their creator, mustn’t I deluge worship from every grain which I am crafted,
Humbly and undeniably?

Slow batted eyelids
Breaths subtracting by the second
Core stern and steady
Covering of what is
You don’t know what’s inside
But I wish that you did,
Though I will never tell you
Or show you what’s within.
Looking into an eye
An eye of confusion
Curated and made to distort
My fault you can’t read me,
Can’t tell what I want.
Because of your terrors
I paint nonchalance,
No more I can handle
I stand in fear
leave with my thoughts.
Though love still endures
I feel finished and done
I pray dear oh Lord
Make real the nonchalance.

Something I never understood but also something I still don’t fully understand.
What I do know is what being feminine is the unity and support in other women,
Respecting and understanding one another in Eve’s mystery. It is holding our strength and accepting our weakness and knowing that it does not make us any less. It means knowing our bodies and working together with spirit and soul we have to live out our plan and purpose.

I liked when you were here
Instead of the impact of eruption  
The burning of skin
Screaming from within
Crouching from threat
Shuddering and fear
We were the traditional unit I dream

No option of death but rejecting the choice to live
Slumber is closest to my end I can be.
Please help me to believe
I don’t know if you do anymore
Where I am is unknown to me
I can’t hear, can’t see, can’t perceive you
Yet I want to be lead
I pray you find me and awaken us from our sleep

Oh Father, oh brother, oh friend I now too know what it is like for thy soul to be vexed.

Though your words don’t trickle from your mouth
I see them flow from your eyes bubbling from your beautiful mind.
Precious thoughts in a naval space I cannot reach
If only I could swim in your logic and fish through your thinkings

Dearest friend,
Telleth me what troubles thy heart
Your anguish is apparent to me
She deceives you and convinces you to hide
Dearest friend,
Your secret cry rattles me
My chest sings in agony of being on your outside
Dearest friend,
I may not be able to resolve your qualms
But I know our Lord will.
Dearest friend, I pray thee allowest me in.

Her legs glisten in the light radiating heat in her steps
Enchanting me with her eyes
Promising a new world to me
Joyed in the comfort of her smile
Enticed by her grimace in my grief
Oh dear Persephone please bring death to me

The stinging dagger of infatuation, how it haunts my heart, A dissolved shell and cast spell I was a chimera of teenage fantasy and hopes. Questioning the reciprocal and dousing myself in avidity while discourage allowed me ailment. Dreams of humming bodies in victory and patience estranged by the mind. The stiff knock of reality and the dry tears of calamity. Oh how the stinging dagger tormented my nile.

I’m tired
I want to never wake up
My Mind Is gone
Body mangled
Love lost
I am a carcass on life support

A love enough to let go.

The pure power of his name
the worlds shroud of shame
The illness that riddles all bone and breath , the choke of stress
Oh suffocating tresses, tresses of the tongues poison, the sting, sly sting of the fables caught under my skin.
Aggression, aggression  the furrowing grandeur of my pain. Oh hatred, the hatred out of petty presses and knotty messes. Slain
Slain in the name greater that pain.
Reason, purpose, path, passion, love
Over pouring, transforming
No longer a grudge
Power, strength, stature and rebellion. Rebellion against the pain and hatred inverse aggression, passion
Passion in objecting the twigs and tears of such a whirl.
Not a passive glance at possibility and theoretical action.
But a planting of peace in what harrows
Turn from the noose, the water, the fruit.
Reason is woven into your roots.
An everlasting water growing my bones  though tested by the dagger and the rope
hearty marrow will no longer wield my ruin.
Second hand torture.
Unknowingness in bystander
The slap of selfishness and the wishes for the best.
Despite reason convoluted and lacking in the trust of above. Complaint, complaint dear ease your paints. No coverage less coverage over protecting your taint. Pour, love pour love even in your tears. The nakedness of your heart is true honesty and cure. Lack fear, no fear, it’s a fight not a flurry. Much is ahead my dear
Know He is there because you are still here.

Not only do our lives matter Black is more than a life that matters.
Black is beautiful in every way shape and form.
Why do you steal it and call it yours?
Why now do you tell me I look wrong?
Black is strong.
You love me in sport and when I play but when I am walking and moving I’m scary and and in your way.
Understand
Black is intelligent in every age
Why do you tell me that it’s strange for me to behold and engage.
To educate
Black is interesting yes
But do you go and **** precious diamonds pat artefacts?
Black is brilliant I know
But why do you dull my gleam with your fingerprints all on my fro

Black is enough
enough
Black is enough
Black is
Black
Enough.

Every time we meet at the garden
The wind blows and we cross paths
our stems touch and thorns scratch
we fall from our bushes
we lay together wishing to be one
My dry petals start to smoke and begin to barren yours
Your bud ignites as you draw nearer
In synchrony we light with love and smoke passion
together we are burning roses

Actions in endless love

She was so beautiful she was almost purple.

Searching from the depth of earths soil up into the skin of God’s sun
I like letting myself grow

The smell of mop soap
Your subtle knit brown coat
The sounds of self comfort in the pounding notes.

In the shower I was visited
By crimson ghouls
They were small and friendly
Visiting to send a message
Help identify my pain
Man they said man
Then crouch they said
Pray.

I’ve been warned of love always and that he cannot see
I’ve been told that he is deceptive and never bares what is real
Many shout that it is forever but I do not see the endless ring
I pray thee uncovers hope and help me believe.

I’ve never felt like this before
My chest hurts and my face is filled with water
I’ve never felt such a stretch from not seeing somebody
I don’t know what to expect
What to do
How to act
How to move
I just know my soul whispers your name
And there is nothing I can do