sudden inspiration floods the veins in my eyes
when the death of long lost thoughts prances near
you speak of me,--- beautifully my dear
and my anxiety cuts to the chase
who will claim the victory to the blood race

the red fluid which pumps souls
the char emotion that our hearts cant control
the steel weapons
the guilty pleasures that our hands cant hold
my intellect
my issue
was sold
to the most gracious one of them all
and here is where I think about how I should fall
to whom should my feeble knees crawl
and to think would any of it have even been worth the drift at all

poison creeks
I have memorized how he speaks
how he moves his eyes in such a way
to have me sway
into the black pool
shaded by a light arena of dreams

legs crossed in black lace
I feel no disgrace
no hinder in my sexuality
however nothing statifies me more than the thought that
I am  lady
and in my heart there is an army
and in my thoughts many dark alleys
forgivness finds its way into the darkness
steered by my hopeful persistence
on the magnificence marked in everyday