if your heart once skipped a beat,
That's a pulse missing,
No oxygenated blood flow,
Veins empty as heart left in vain,
Love have arrived.
We die a bit, skips a bit,
only to be reborn in a stranger's shoulders,
Love is the problem and the solution.
It creeps in like a seed,
For sure you will water it
With tear drop
from heart break to miscommunications.
The seed grows
The seed glows.
There were days
Where *** was love
where human bodies use to bond like atoms
before condoms formed a fluid block like the gates to heaven.
There were days where *** came before safety
And love was in the skin
Then *** arrived.
See... there were days
Where bodies interlocked like chains
A hook so electrifying love had no boundaries.
and we use to call that 'HUGS'
There were days where
month spited glorious venom between chicks
There were days where
Hands hugged and moved, the world stood still.
With a spot light
on a Red Carpet COVID-19 arrived, blood on the floor.
I don't intend to promote unprotected *** or to disobey the regulation to prevent the spread of COVID19. I only acknowledge the lack of a beautiful and emotional human contact.
One day I will tell my kids the story of how the sun became a weapon burning us to ashes.
how ballute papers were suicide notes as we put a cross next the face we handed out souls to.
how every voter Got crucified in their own crosses.
how Lucifer is the holy one, Africa have became a twisted colony of evil.
But my kids will know
the stories of how we were condemned for complaining after spending centuries of oppression.
They will know how our enemies gave us a religion that said we must forgive our enemies, the irony.
**** it, I will show my kids the ocean, the only grave that took our forefathers during the slavery ships,
since pyramids were crafted in our souls called the triangular trade.
Scientists discovered a heart lost in the bemuda triangle.
far offshore was a man drowning in love
for sure the ocean was Valencia.
a curvy woman, he rose with tides as his hands hope to hold her.
Love is a conspiracy theory formed in the chest like the triangular trade, we are slaves to our hearts. slowly dying in the hands of the ignorant.
in other news
insecurities are like sharks' caudal fins , tipping in our visibilities everytime we hide it.
Love comes when it's least expected.
is it worth it
when we stay all the night
looking at every little thing
but we can’t have
a slight gaze
at the stars
every Love poem I write feels like a suicide note, as I let a part of me find another home.
love articulates a passionate soul caged in my ribs
wrestling with every beat to break free.
Some say if U love a flower don't pick it coz it will die, so I planted mine next to yours.
for the roots to meet beneath the Earth's surface.
Too many demons to face this January, already feels like hell in my brain.
Time to open the gate and let evil run lose.
Too many Angels knocking,
Too many Angels starving, My food for thoughts are always poisonous.
Not enough Time