I write to u in metaphors
As if they were hieroglyphics.
A different langue that I do not speak,
But I write frequently In disguise-
Away from the moon
Where the sun doesn't want to hug the earth.
That's how I begin every day without the light.
Just a blissful word that speaks to my ears to get up.

I have wounder around in my own writings
speaking to people that I dont know.
As for the both of you
I have become more than a stranger
A distant son.
Like a needle in a hay stack.
Wondering if my lips will ever speak out my true feelings.
Figuring out rhymes without a sense of tone,
Because I have surrendered to silence.
An became death to nature.
Have I lost my heart?
Have I been blind to never open up?
I have called my feelings Hiding beneath every word.

As tears shower this paper because I have extended my vocabulary to spell out love.
An I  write what my voice negates to say
"I Love both of you,
An I shall Stay
until my last living breath".





                                                            By E.R.S

Again it slips away
The things you have never shared
And they led me astray
And still I need you there

I can't know the things you think
Even when you voice it out for me
And for the good ones I seek
Unable to see

And will you hold my hand tightly
And will you tell me "See what we share,
Vow that you won't fail me"
And still I need you there

Mother now, the girl isn't your flesh
But her heart is in your hands
Around her silhouette your gaze enmesh
Is the only thing that now can help her stand

Mother now, the girl isn't your blood
But she'd still run into your arms
In a river in which your words, they are a flood
She would dive to keep your love safe from harm

Again it slips away
The things you will never share
And all the feels we cannot say
I need them there

I can't guess the things you find
Even when your eyes, they show it all
Only the past inside our mind
It knows what we hold

I remember your voice singing
A name of yours, to us it belonged forever
And words you were feeling
And still I need you there

Mother now, the girl isn't your heart
But hear, hers beats the same
And against her breathing way too short
Is now burning another brand new flame

Mother now, the girl isn't your child
But she has faith in your saying
In a river in which your words, they become wild
She'd dive to show how tight's her believing

Mother now, you're too
With a daughter
Behind you

Mother now, your kid
Is a daughter
Of your seeds.

Loyalty doesn’t run through our blood
No matter how many times i stick the needle in my arm
I’ll never be able to be loyal to you Mother.
I’m not the perfect daughter
That truth was sealed when you gave me up.
Now look at you.
Trying to come back.
Trying to act like you didnt miss your chance
That ship sailed when you broke my bones and when you tried to **** me
Im no longer a child but you dont even know it
Im my own woman and i didnt need you to find my way
So take your knives and your guns
Your opinions and your money and just go
Get out of my life.
Stay gone for good
I dont love you. I never did
How could i when you never took the time to actually be a mother.

Cradle me in your arms
and sing me into peace
drifting into lyrics and flat B's
love never sounded so safe

Invited into Dreamland
with love stories serenaded
in tunes familiar
connected through time

Lost in times gone by
begging another with restless moans
soothed into slumber
by music that still makes me smile

When your child’s feeling ill
His body hot, maybe a chill
Hold him in your arms real tight
Love him till you make it right

Our children are our own creation
made from love and procreation
teach them what is right and wrong
and how to sing that special song

When our child is feeling sad
When things all seem so very bad
We wrap our arms around real tight
Don’t be sad my little man,
and tell them all will be alright

When childhood is left behind
Our pride is something undenied
All the years we loved and cared
and all the lovely times we shared

There’s nothing more so precious
than love we cannot hide
There’s nothing more so precious
than that thing called Mothers Pride

The Hebrew King David sings it once
everyone tunes in as if he stopped the time
it's a song sang in every mother tongue!

It's a sea of tunes flows on the shore of the body
outpours and dances fashioning in both science and art
waxes through every vein and reaches out to the heart.

Folks love to take a dip in this same mellifluent cloud
but it's as varied as all the different mother tongues,
the one rhymes with all floats across the world.
Over all the different rivers that may zigzag
It knows the way because from the ocean they all come.