Floetry From the Heart

    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...

             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 wron...