Floetry From the Heart

"Darkness, the truest darkness, is not the absence of light. It is the conviction that the light will never return. But the light always returns, to show us things familiar. Home, family, and things entirely new, or long overlooked." - Louis from the Justice League movie Find a place inside where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain. Joseph Campbell "Identity can be a crisis only if you don't know who are." - K.Gray ...if you don't define yourself through the windows of your heart then who are you really? Dr.Seuss said it best:  "Be You Are and Say What You Feel; because those who Mind don't Matter; and those who Matter don't Mind. "   I richly agree, and i do just that to large extent. As I grew up in church I heard a quote every Sunday from Ms.Vivian the ("First Lady" of the church at the time)..during her announcements: "Underline Truths Reads: What A Man Believes determines how he lives; and h

    And I then realized....I am not a lonely songbird, caged and "Woe Is Me"   My Spirit was created to be Me and Always Free   I have loved One of Many, and have Loved just Only One   But Freedom is my shelter and It's spirit I am one   I often think of settling into the box defined, forgetting about freedom and just living within the lines  However, i struggle daily inward, masking out  Pretending i'm not needing to be let go and let out  No, I am not a lonely songbird, caged and "Woe Is Me"   I am but a mire spirit, created to be Me and Always Free. tHa fLoEtrEsS   © 2013

T he Bloodlines were severed because of the unwanted warrants among the garden of Eden, and an obligation that did not see through the eyes of the Heart but of Pity..(or so it seems that way). Hearts broken, empty words and works void and floated in between the space of thoughts, heart and mind and investments pulled; plundered away by the distance of stubborn attributes.  A contribution made by the beloved matriarch of the garden; brought to you by now a heart of steel blue and your fiery, Red peddles wilted by an unjust anger, a relationship broken, that just continues to go un- invested.  H ow sad the flower of paradise does not flourish and blooms to its full potential, in being the true purpose of Spirit had intended for it to be.  U njust is the reason and rhyme of the gardens lines that yo u only chose to remain this way. Copyright 2013    ©     KgH

Consciousness falls down like rain and speaks about the dogma of existence  In a place, in a utopia of serving one another  where your hand meets my hand and hand outs, are hand ups where justice is the author of ratification   Sharing what we have to maintain, in people,  in culture, with due rights to reside in free spaces the very  Community  is the very embodiment  of people in whose needs are affronted because of social standing demanding the equality of all...JUSTICE Balancing the essence of what's needed to be kept preserved   in order to grow successfully, as people, and neighbors and children of the land everyone amalgamating their  communities ...into one force with one tie...  COMMUNITY In which, to fight the insanity of greed and growing closely with one another resembles a different kind of family to one another looking within ourselves to maintain DIVERSITY within our place, our Utopia  we can rise above it all, because the safety

             T hen as the lid lifts slowly, carefully trying not to leak out the woes of life, love and longevity of her journey she seemly  breathes in the deep breathe of an unsure oxygen and leaving choice to chance...      O ut violently came the chaos she once lived in un-divisiveness and uncertainty, an out pouring of broken dreams and a broken heart of regret, accompanied by a whirlwind of resentment that had hibernated into the deepest of all sleeps...now awaken to the reality of the moment she lived in...no sin to attach itself to..just the light which came to relinquish the past into a non existent space and time of nothingness... T he object that once controlled her and kept her desires alive has lost its power and will to move her according to its will. I t would control her every desire as she did its bidding.. P andora had held the space capacity for every wrong she had done and that which had been done to her..      S ometimes the box would shake as a sign of w

"If you could see the Real in Me would you still be apart of Me..would you still call Me Family. Friend or Love..or would you just dim away like light did before it gave out,  before the chaos and sin?    If you had a whim of the Truth within would you see Me differently beyond the sweet nectar turned sour and tainted selfish and giving to only giving to myself would you still be in Love or disgusted with turn of events   (sidenote)  So I have written a book a while back with all my poetry and some background information as to where these poems came about. I have a friend who is the position to publish my book for low-cost or no cost and I am still unsure as to weather or not I should go a head with it.  I feel: Afraid of exposing myself the world and i have know idea why..(smh)..I feel indifferent and feel the er to over analyze at times and this is exactly what I fear I might be doing.        Exposure    As the storm blows bounds over the foundation of my life,  st