Beauty She Is
Beneath her surface no one bothered to explore
External exquisiteness catches eyes
Antagonism never touched her soul
Understanding gave her gracefulness
Truth was her strength
Years of hard work with no rewards
She still held her head high
Her greatest gift were her children
Even when they’d stumble and fall
In her was the heart of warrior
Soul of an angel she will forever be
Beauty She Is…
Extinction
MUSIC
It unites us, it gratifies us
reaching down the depths of our soul
it lifts us, it touches us
resonating heart and mind
Melodious harmonizing vibrations
Unified uplifting someone's soul
Sensuous sensuality strums a heart
Internal rhythm heals a cold spirit
Comforting emotions bridging the gap of humanity
Don't Let the Sun Go Down
That use to keep us in an inferno at night
A cold bed we now share has taken it's place
Sheets that use to to be heated and on fire
Soaked in sweat from lovin'
Now we've let the coldness of
Sorrow take it's place
Regrets now lie in bed with us
Love missing laying in between us
Shadows of what we once were sleep
Along side of us
Now the sun has set
And we try with valiant effort to resurrect
Love that has become rusted from tears we
Both have cried
It's too late and the sun has gone down...
Freedom
Superficial Beauty
Too Late Love has Packed its Bags
Chasing Destiny
The World Goes Round & Round
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
I am not
preaching or ranting but there has been so much going on lately around the
world it amazes me why would anyone want to keep trying to survive all the
mayhem and destruction, the injustice is God listening?
The cries and moans of his women losing their children, men, father’s cradle empty arms. Are we so lost we cannot see the beautiful rainbow in between the hate and disillusion?
Does he see our innocence being lost on the cold streets
of the concrete jungle?
This cannot be
all there is to life…
Faith, love,
hope, peace, unity, justice, have just become words lost in alterations
I bow my head in
submissiveness wondering what is next, what is next, what is next….
Room 13
There is nothing about this
Room that holds
Memories of jubilant times
The walls shout out dysfunction
The floors cry from being stepped on
Furniture cowers in the corners from
Witnessing many nights of broken promises
Shattered reminisces of sordid colored walls