sheloveswords

sheloveswords Jun 2017

what is the good in bye?

maybe we will see in time
or somewhere in our dreams
after we close that door or
drop the curtain to end the scene

but you know
this time

my heart doesn't hurt too bad
maybe by human nature
I've adapted to the inevitabilities
I've finally learned to grasp
those things that use to damage my soul so much
but not these days
I see a possible hope twinkling like the oceans in the skies
I see a possible chance of my happiness in the stars that are swimming above our heads
but your firmament always seem to block me
my humility never seems to stop me from making an
absolute fool of myself because for your love that is what I would do
but for my love
am I willing to the the same?

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sheloveswords May 2017

Cold Bed

chilling sheets
there are
crystallized tears
on these frozen pillows
I lay still but
my silhouette willows
through the winds from the window
that we kept open
last night
was an exception
I had to focus

to give heat
because
once again I found myself
laying in a cold bed
with another being
beside me and
Still I Stay
like I'm Jodeci in the 90s
the temperature drops now
there are snowflakes all around me
his frost then surrounds me
this cold bed holds me
but
I am so warmed
that
I survived another moment

sheloveswords May 2017

Poetic Blues

from the top of my crown
his blues come traveling down
sweet paresthesia claiming my arms
grabbing my hands
he gives me this case of poetic blues

he strings my instrument
his rhythmical melody soothes
and tunes
my uncontrollable side

it is finally tamed

oh, the blues that flows down my thighs at the sound his name
is another debate

it went from I putting a spell on you
to you putting a spell of me
this has caused
a swap of fate
the waves of me swimming on top of you
or the calm of you floating on top of me
oh, the blues that flows down and travel to my feet

gives me the strength to stand in this cold dark world
with out this blessing I would have surely sunk
I dwell
I survive
I dance
Amen
to this case of poetic blue funk

sheloveswords Apr 2017

embodied

inevitably tempted to touch me
breathe on my neck
and remind me
re -iterate to my being
dive deep inside of me
and plant
and dwell
and reside inside of all of my angst
we could live there
and make love
until the sun gives light
to where my ion has
ended

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sheloveswords Apr 2017

a poem for you

I loved you in another space and time
a place where I did not exist
all I lived to breathe was we
the nurture, the soil, the growth
the seed
that we were fixing our hands to plant has now vanished
I am left savagely searching for those promises and words
that still floats in my soul
the free radicals
stripping my bones
from the same nourishment
you once provided
read between my words
within them
my love is somewhere hiding

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- Tribute to Donny Hathaway -

sheloveswords Mar 2017

Allow Him to be a Man

I'm allowing him to be a man
I'm letting him spend all of the money inside of his pocket
until there is lint aslumber in his wallet
for him to feel the need and know the deed that he must provide
I allow him to make the critical decisions and life altering choices for him to know that he is fact the man of the house hold
I fall in line
I give him time
I let him breath
I let him know my divine femininity sometimes get the best of me
to the point that
I can't help but to worry
to care
to be mad at him
to stare
at my hero, my all that I want inside and out of a man
I allow him to be a man
I let him experience his frustration
and channel his anger even if that means I watch his fist ball
and maybe hit a wall
for him to know that
He has strength
He has emotion
I allow him to be a man and notice that he should never put his hands upon a woman
I anger him
to help teach him you must forgive
you must feel
we must not fight
it is human to be angry at me but he learns to never bring it to the bed before he holds me tight within his ebracing arms at night
a man learns never to go to sleep upset
I allow him all the means that he need in order for him to know
that he must protect
and he protects his queen
I am utterly satisfied
when I feel the damsel in distress I know in his built tower I can hide
and I am safe
I allow him to be a man and know He is the King
I am the Queen and I know my place
at his side
the adornment for my man
I will not hide
I allow him to be a man and position me anyway he please
I acknowledge him as my man
every time I fall down and get on my knees
for him
I quease for him
I pray for him
I submit to him
I slay for him
My King of Solomon
My Boaz, I am your servant
I would uncover and lay at your feet
if you please
I am your Ruth as you bless me
I am your possersorship, you may dress me
and give me life
heal with me
walk with me into the light
blinding the impossibilities
because my man is altogether capable
my man is able
my man is strong
my man is dominance
my man is home
to where my heart is
I allow him to be a man and decide if he wants to live
if he wants to love
if he wants fight
if he wants to give up
if he wants to feel
I allow my man to be my shield
to be my all
I allow him to fall
so he can get back up
I am allowing him
to be the best manifestation of his man that he could possibly be
for himself
for us all
for this world
for his family
for Yah and
my most delicate
I allow for him to be a man
my man
solely
for me

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sheloveswords Feb 2017

forbidden soul

my soul is broken and wordless
in the depths of loneliness combining
the deficiency from lack of love
there is no poetry to report
I am starving with hopelessness
in any case
who loves the person who loves everyone else?

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