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I hear
     and
I feel
     the music
of your
     heart beat . . . .

Incase you're wondering
     why I can't stop dancing
The best lesson I learned on falling in love is how to float in each moment of laughter and passion before the long fall of crashing and eventually hitting rock bottom, which turned out to be the most loneliest coldest emptiness of a place where I naively thought happily ever after could possibly exist.



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Patty Ann
He does not remember paying for my love,

I have the half ripped down the middle
tear smeared receipt
in my hand
as we speak



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©PoeticPat
when times falls upon your hands
cradling each indentation
of the lines that predispose
our vitality
every hearts measure
of every unveiled emotion
wrapped around each soul
that didn't deserve such tenderness
you freely provided

when time calls for every ear
to anticipate the knowledge of the
conscious thoughts that flows pass
toxic lips espoused from a sweet soul
who would stand the words?

who would lock their lips?
open their ears
and hear
cease listening with their eyes
to see the unseen
to know the unknown
a fool of this generation
one would be
because in these times
ignorance is bliss
it has found itself a nice comfy home
to thousands of lost souls
wandering in this Earthly abyss
constantly waiting for someone to love me because I have never met the strength that I always had to love myself
constantly waiting on you to learn me because I never used the knowledge that I have living inside of  me to learn myself
I find myself
constantly waiting on you to read me because I never knew that on this beautiful brown face of mines that
I already have the eyes of finding the beauty inside of the readings itself
your skin held captive under my hard keratin
I am finding myself
passionately carving my favorite drawing
of this over spilling ecstasy
you easily made
the walls that have been build
Finally I get the pleasure
of knocking them down
passing over
each river flooded by our fears
flowing by our tears
gravity pulling me down
attempting to own me and mark
its estate
my friends think it's crazy
but
It's only the other side of love
others refuse to show



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I've grown tired of crying myself to sleep at night
soaking my pillow
my mind makes me believe that
somehow
through the currents of my nightly oceans
I master swimming in my sleep



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Last night I feel in love
and when I woke up
I was covered in you.
I's don' really know much
only how to cook and clean
fa ma marster's and they chillun
they tries to teach me to read
i's neva liked the white folks edumucation
so I's just stay in the field
spend time with the sun
until the moon comes
and take me on away
das my's only time to heal
from the scars they puts on my skin
from the scars they puts in my mind
from the scars they puts on my family
my brothers and nem
I's wonder all the time
will we ever be free?
I's think of it everyday
cant wait for it to be
Mama always worked in the kitchen
but she has her fav spot
next to the chimney she a sit
listen to the white folks talk
I's pray all the time she ont get caught
one day she heard sumn
mussa been real good
Is seen her smiling
as Jesus himself gon an got mama a new dress
but I's know ha smile na
tha day she sats in a corner listnin'
she hurds them finely' say we's free
we's free
but marster wouldnt let us go
she herd' em tell mistus
he wont let us free till me make sommo'
for thems to eat
but mama hops out that chimey corner
jumps to her feet
I's herd' ha yelling
"I's free I's free'
"then she runs to the field 'gainst marster's will
and tol' all the other slaves n they quit work"
I's seen all the hoes and rakes falls to the dirt
dat nite ma slip out the house
like a banana was at da do'
she hids' in the ditch
I's get snuck out my bed
next I's in mamas arms
I's look at mama's tied' feet
running so fast
to chase her freedom
I's hear shots from *****
dem dogs barking n growlin'
Lord please keep mama safe
and the Lord hears ma prayas'
cause' that nite
afta alls the yelling cryin' n sweating
me and mama
we finely gits away



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He goes against my code of conduct.  
I am a poet, I love words.
but He.
He makes my poetry sings
and never have I performed a tune
I provide the words, The rest he brings
he's a live concert under the moon
the vibrations of his life flow creates the perfect songs to make up to
to break up to
and after the wounds are healed
and the war has ended
he turns my poetry to the most wonderful songs to make love to.
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