I know that the words
means the Universe to you;
Universe of love, hope,
self-explore
beauty and crowd.

So I'm reaching you in this form
Don't mind my english
I suppose I was a english woman
in past life, perhaps a ****** Mary

Well, that's not important
'cause part of my little heart beats for you
And I hope that this words
will give you a bit of love and self-relief
'cause you're not alone.
Or at least a smile 'cause of
my ****** rime

God bless You

Lately I think much of a Death.
           Final cross over
Border between relief and pain
     Crime for two and more
          Skipped heartbeats
            Blood and tears

               I guess
   You can never die alone

Standing before you
eyes slightly closed
I peer into my most
inner deep thoughts
A prayer or a wish
to suffice my soul
referencing my past,
present and future
I gently toss a coin
of intrinsic value a
WISHING WELL
hoping for fulfillment
praying for an answer.

Morbid to the core
society had turned
without reservation
Focused on matters
all to surreal & grim
We turn away from
all that is good and
commonly pure of
substance for the
wicked and sinister
Mired in depths of
muck and evil ways
We cannot turn away
from trauma as we
embrace the carnage
rubbernecking our
way through life
Turn from these ways
for they are doomed
to be our downfall
Don't just stop to
smell the flowers...
behold the beauty.

I can travel the globe
& witness all it's
beauty and splendor

Intrigued by cultures,
language and cuisine
to broaden life's journey

My key to access every
corner of world is my
P   A   S   S   P   O   R   T

I feel for the close minded
failing to embark from a
self imposed life bubble

Fear not life and all its
offerings to impact our
spiritual explorations.

I am of the human race with
common issues we all face
as we navigate through life

My mind is corrupt with
images failure and success
always seeking greatness

Determined to write my
story on my terms, I yearn
for love and compassion

A clear choice to undertake
an ISOLATED JOURNEY
to understand my resolve.

Colour Blind

I don't see the colour of your skin.

I see
the colour of your heart.

Is it dark and putrid or
is it the color of a soft and lilting tune?
Is it filled with warm tones,
or cold?
Hues of ice and snow,
or gold?

Do you give or take?
Do you love or hate?

I don't see race or faith,
I just see you-
your energy, your words, your actions.

I see you; I just simply
see you.

I Don't Want to Fight Anymore

I don't want to fight with you
anymore.

I am just projecting
the ugly tangled thoughts
that plague my mind.

It's easier to make you hurt
than to feel it myself.

It's easier to access the ugly
than embrace the beautiful.

Most of the time,
it's easier to just hate you
instead of give you the love
you so deserve.