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Brooklyn Brooks Feb 2015
Her ****** is her love.
A passage dressed in blue only to convince you of your faith. 
Vast and sacred, her grim blackened skin will wash you clean.
Rose’s bleed the symbol O as infinite as the number 8. (oxygen)
Her love is as thick as a mothers blood, while she forgives but never forgets. Consciousness lays at her feet in honor not defeat.
Your impressions are sheer for you to burn and turn to Ashe and never learn.
Kailma, The destroyer.
Brooklyn Brooks Feb 2015
2/13/15
I want to be a dust cloud
off the grid as a ghost,
invisible.

The will to be unaffiliated
and resilient with equipoise.

I'm the moon light at night,
the sun blaze by day,
the thunder of my memory is yet to come. my Guessing will soon be forgotten.
Brooklyn Brooks Feb 2015
Together we are alone
the wishers utter was always unheard

the Art of my consort is like ash in the wind 
this purified drift of the eternal fire burning for all eternity

Timid little shell as fragile as the pearl inside
Impurities imparted and manifested into a gem

Let me see the diamond 
the diamond in your mind
I ve been mining with a keen intent
to break down the barriers only to be surrounded by the remains

Im intrigued by lustered reflections of light in these rays of waves in this passing haze of the delicacy protected by your shell

Pandoras box and eves delight
only gives me a peek of that iridescent insight
Such an elusive emblem of the coveted representative Aphrodite

Awakened by impending doom
To
Cross the threshold of a Careless bloom
you turn to me to turn away
that I see
the Diamond is your mental mineral.
we must first be secure with ourselves to relate properly to each other.
we are all so fragile yet so enlightened when our greatest weakness becomes our greatest strength.
Brooklyn Brooks Feb 2015
I'll be behind the curtain 
Unless you think you already know 
You'll never be certain 
The sound of my voice 

I will still ask that you've questioned  
the
transparency of the light 
Wondering about reflections
Reacting to the darkness
of
 Wounded perceptions

It's only a dare to revise
an expansion of our essence 
clutching our resolve

It's only been a matter of time in transcendence

 Let's drink the nectar of mercy
when 
Swimming through the sea of contempt.
only an open mind living without attatchment to petty judgement can embrace the challenges presented in life by the only thing constant as change.
Brooklyn Brooks Jan 2015
She only wants to be loved

She shouldn't ever have to say to me
“just be nice to me”
When her eyes have never lied to me

Her apartment smells of old books
like a cave to hide from the rain
She will only open the windows at sunrise
and then again to gaze the moon

She's a master of herself
Her solitude lacks loneliness

She will always be above that what is below her
If she ever lets you close enough to know her

allow yourself to be loved
allow yourself to love

Conditions are without tenderness
Nobody’s below
Nobody’s above

She has escalated me to be
Soaring above yesterday

I have often thought to myself how I could have missed it all,
but who knows maybe that's because I have already been absent in the theory of tomorrow.
I wrote this on Jan,28 2015
Brooklyn Brooks Dec 2014
There's something so soothing about your tears
A release that meets the needs of your soul
So sacred
So naked
I wish I could join you
We are weaved together by our weakness
And stitched together by our strengths
The shadows of the mind are disdained while the shine in our hearts are
Rising in love
Brooklyn Brooks Nov 2014
Minds change from
complicated grief

does this mean never or forever ?
my trust for you is a reflection of my character

Ive been alone long enough to know when Id rather be alone
inspiration only strikes spontaneously
i hve noidea what im doing
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