Floetry From the Heart

                             Beauty For Ashes    She was torn down and accentuated by the mellifluous sounds of charm and decent burned by broken promises and pain simple and plain  Green was in season and she had became jaded Scorned was this woman who was banished and abandoned  by one's selfish heart, who discarded her value and worth.  A Beautiful Queen shrunk down to a pauper's being  because she simply did not or would not no longer give in to the toxicity of a pretend kings ransom.                  A rare sight of beauty, melinians like smooth dark chocolate and other times a milky carmels and everything in between  this sistah  This queen has known many  but has had no countrymen of her own to keep her and  be accountable for her  so she learned to live in the loneliness of the crowd she resided in daily...

  The Lalique   (never again)   So hear me, hear me like a football announcer commands his attention to keep the retention of his audience I deserve to be loved in the way I love back I deserve servings of kisses and check In's and sonnets and weekends I deserve not to have wonder worry or wade in the blue sea of uncertainty,  just because you can't simply express a sentiment or attentiveness that i want and need only because this not a standard or even, some would call ethical kind of interrelational tie because with each lie you tell, I die a little inside   where all I want is you, and for you to care about no other in your court but your Queen But you don't see the Lalique in front of you only the the ordinary crystal  that you keep in the hutch for entertaining,  while the Lelique stays on the shelf collecting dust, keeping the lonely space of observance that will eventually, scratch, scar and become worthless until another collector com...

Come walk with me...come walk with me into the inter parts of my soul and talk with me,  to the part that takes the  to lls of woes and pain, simple and plain to the depths of no return sit with me and look beyond the veil, as I transport you to the pools of my wishing well What do I really mean to you when the feeling of your heart sinks in  and you realize your in the deep within for a woman you claim to Love and you begin to feel the freeing feeling and then the feeling of failures past,  so you step  back Twenty paces to and an equal fold to make sure the distance safe just enough to fuck wit her surface level. The blissful feeling, got you feeling like unraveled dreams of yesterday and the only thing  that makes  sense, simple sense, like the change thrown on top of the dresser that stays laying  forgotten, the only sense that seemly makes sense to you are the things that are in your best  interest  and as your eyes avoid looking in...

This Is the Truth I finally understand where most of the pain has been festering and living Manifesting and giving life too only to bring my heart death I see where the blames to be and who is the villain in this story line and who has to pay for this heinous crime of stealing away what was left for the taking... It was me. I'm the one who gave my heart so freely to all of them and they all used it to bend it  to their own will, and as they wished  and I have learned and will never again be so easy to steal from the is my journey and where i am now is at he conjunction of should i keep going or keep going only to go in other direction entirely  This is truly the question He the only one who is left, thieving in the depths of my being He who has a name of conquer and savior simultaneously what He is remains to be seen. I will no longer willing hand over that of which needs to be earned and kept sacred and honored I will no longer give over power that is taking for granted ...

  Stepped Out and Into I Stepped out, out into an unfamiliar space  where permanence is unknown and unaccounted for Stepping into a depth i've never been without a device or equipment to help me breathe and navigate I have stepped out of my comfort zone without a safety net or failsafe, just your word and the falling feels fine and wavvy, lightly treading on the winded undercurrents as my senses and my heart goes with it yet at the first sign of uncertainty flowing with it becomes harder and expectations are seedlings to be measured in this unmanageable whirlwind affair  my heart shows signs of bit's breaking down because something is 'Off ' then i go into this vertigo of emotions  because of it and i feel on many ways you left me on Read, not to read my thoughts or texts or me,  so distracted by whatever ails you, something is off so I'm off and i feel as if I should  step back in a while and reclaim my independents from the whoa's and follies of this situ...

                                                                               La Musa Delle Rose 💋   A beautiful smile lite rooms and could test men's will, plucky and consorting with fire her spirit was but we loved it.   Red lipstick and red wine, good friends and the moxie of someone who never gave a care to the world and its opinions.  This muse could recite profound words or cultivate images that summoned thought provoking accolades with distinctive images that mirrored and matched her energy,    Through difficult time the muse, rose above the matter because her strength allowed her to  a beautiful strength with in.    Here words would absorb souls to leave a Legacy for the ages Even mullish some would say, her heart was always for those she lo...