Please dance the way you do .
Flaws and all.
Perfection I know not. Meaning be the key.
With not for me to see it. The clouds are awaiting. Be thee.
Cast away shy and embrace bold. This moment belongs not to the clouds.
1…..2……3……..open book. Read me deeply.
The taste of perfectionless heart. You have not tasted this before.
I invite you. Dine!

Beneath your pillow, I left some words.
We said we do, for better or worse.
Vowed to communicate everything .
But of lately your words are out of line.
Words shared between enemies.
We know them well.
What is this thing we’ve made our home?
My precious flower not so anymore. For I give it freely to be smelt by another.
It hurts my heart to know what I have done. But time was given and grieve did abound.
I endured the tortures. Never allowed the hurt to show. My reward I reaped for foolish I followed.
Never could that be an answer  to fix anything. Yet this was the road I travelled, without knowing I did. “The part which you judge you become” (words I understand too late)
The harshness of your love now cures only your pain. You’ve walked this part twice before me.
And holding your hand, we carried on. Never have I forsaken you because of wrongful thinking.
I asked only the same charity in return. “No position to cry” instead I got.
My love is strong and makes me seem weak. The heart cares even when it is hated.
Side by side we lie each night. Our words are few even none. I’ve heard of true love but it doesn’t invite me to its parties. Unwanted always and forever I guess.
As a servant I answer when you call for your needs. Moments when all your harsh words return to me.
Have  you no heart? Are not the things you said followed by apology?
Eyes so filled I can’t see your face. Your ****** sounds makes it clear to see that you are having fun.
Its sad to know that this fun is one way. But your servant girl can’t endure much more.
These are the word really- I should have left-beneath your pillow.

As annually cured cane wine touches my lips, I embrace the feeling of self joy.
From imagining the thought of it, now living it.
Its like nothing can trounce this feeling.
The voice is so loud and the choir Chantant.
Yes yes I feel at peace. Inner peace has reached the surface.
Never to be bottled in again.
Now I shall consume my wine.

Cast me not away from thy presence

Oh the emotions that brews from hearing these words.

Chained emotions please surface thy lips.

The yearn is seen in the lifting of thy hands.

May it be heard too?

I vow to give thee everything. But the fight I long to win once again begins.

Kneeled I purge all unwanted things. But somehow unwanted find their way back into my sored soul.
Repeatedly words are spoken by me. Hypocrite feel I. What manner of shakiness is this?

Is the ground unsteady or am I too clever for my own self.

Fool not the one I say, for knowing is his thing.

As magic flowing from a hand, I wish it be mines, so I can root out these fowl ways that un-smart me.

Do your voice reach broken?

Can your words be heard by weak?

Will a seat be prepared for late?

Oh how it hurts even though a thought. To imagine crowns prepared for friends and family, even foes. Where do I stand? I beg to know.

But will it be something ever told? Tears run tremendously from the heart. The pain grows by every thought. Fix not just the outer but inner deeply. I need to know, I need to feel, I need to hear every word indeed.

As I wait in this moment. A humble pray I lay to thee.

CAST ME NOT AWAY FROM THY PRESENCE