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sheloveswords Nov 2016
The need to be needed
is falsity alone
your journey is your rode
perfectly carved for your feet
intentionally prone to your stride

the repetition
the system
the matrix caving in and expanding as one
intertwined
***** dancing

the insult to be able to breathe
is a bullet to my gun

a breath taken before conceived
a birth before life begun

surround and bond the thieves
LETS THROW THEM TO THE WOLVES!
but the sheep are asleep
during the battle of the war

during the only chance to defeat
the front line that you've been assigned to

they put your very own flesh and blood
as an opponent
their horses are galloping with death
on their breath to find you

are you too blinded by the smoke from your guns or the smoke from your lungs?
the plots to dehumanize, destroy, and abandon  your young
doesn't mind you?
Does the mysteries and fulfillment of the Most High not find you?

Peace and Wisdom are the most beautiful women
still awaiting for your attention
for your focus
this war we are fighting against our own flesh and blood is it worth it?

the man you are killing
the life you are stealing
do you know that is your brother?
that woman crying and dying over the lifeless body of her son, did you know that is your mother?

IF Yah was just

Please open your eyes and realize
His hands are on us
We are made in His Image
We are made in His Love
His living words breath right inside us
but you wont be able to see it until you wake up

wake up, soul
wake up
you've been asleep to long
the street lights are on
and it time to make up
for way that has been lost from the generations of slumber and strategical attacks to break up the most deepest fulfilling intimate connection that you will have in this present of a lifetime.
sheloveswords Nov 2016
You have to learn to continuously feed love
or else
love will feed on you.*


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sheloveswords Nov 2016
I am convicting myself of loving you
the most loneliest trial to attend
alone I sit on the stand
I raise my right hand
to God
that there is a truth
I am hiding
burying inside me
a national treasure
of finding
the truth
is
I love you
I see your amazing
I admire the weakness of your strength
those elements of you that lack
the sight of eyes
hands couldn't even feel
I have to leave you
I don't want to
you have to leave me
with silence filling my ears
completely full
of my tears that feed me
my fears that keep me
from living my life
without you here
your laugh has become the best sound on Earth
your smile has carved itself tattoo on my skin
scrubbing the lust off
fighting the demons you left within
as I opened my life for you to fill me
I wait for the rest of you to leak out of me
but all in love is not fair
now I am condemning myself to the only lie told
I had to do all that I could
to get away from you

since I didn't get my way with you
sheloveswords Aug 2016
He is broken, his pieces
are scattered around and
he blames me for being the
person that found them and
he hates me for knowing
the anatomy of his dismantled puzzle

The pieces that yearns for love
I know how many there are
his parts hiding in the spent years
I know how far they are from
completing him wholly
they only want him to love me
and to defeat the grim that is
imprisoning him
inside of his own reality of insanity
in this severed mind that he has grown to possess

This preciously shattered jar of clay
shining on my marbled floor
I regret not catching him sooner
but his scattered remnants I adore
he is the stars in my lunar
my gravity exists for him
my planets rotate

he is my perfect paradoxical mockery of fate
my most favorite enigma
placing his pieces to the belonged
I am bewilderingly profounded
I must complete before I deliver this masterpiece
of the most beautiful disaster that has fallen upon my hands


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sheloveswords Jun 2016
RAW
my thoughts of you are raw
if touched
pain might follow after the
surface has been breached
my initials are exposed
you have walked inside of me
pondering in my mind
wanderessly
you have found a new home
inside my affection and passion
you belong in my arms with my love
holding you tightly caressing your cares
verbing your actions
my longing
has made me sore
raw to the touch
your love has made me pure
your least is enough
to make me
dance in you
swim in you
facing my deepest fear
I rather drown in your love
then watch it disappear
ideal suicide
I have been living to love you
I have been fighting to erase you
magically replace you with the silhouette
of the figment of my imagination
A man who can do for me what I have been indulging
profoundusly
This man he can love me and make me his home
and all of a sudden
through the forestry of thoughts in my mind
suddenly
I don't feel so raw anymore
sheloveswords May 2016
Violet to your ears
I slowly watch my heart pierce
itself to your skin
engraved into your passions
each word,
each action,
each thought within
every hand motion,
every verb.
Your daily stance
I've seen myself inside of your hands
& I felt so home
So comfortable.
The though of me never being alone
was merely touchable
it
made my temple sing the blues
a saxophone blowing in you
Ricocheting my melody
It's violet to my ears
rose water
his love fell on me

*now his garden is all I want to hear
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