Down to This

I love to spit fire and burn down your mind frame
Set flame to your house of thoughts while exposing your shame
This murder suicide is getting the best of me
I'm killing the mic and blasting the thoughts right out of me
Shame to blame the outside world for my psychotic rants
Knowing that its festering from a place that demands attention
Tying me down to a level you think I'm resting
Not believing that what your doing is just testing
Moving me from comfort and bliss
Exchanging all of my solitude for attitude and a Beretta spray of poetic mist

Justify not the words that I speak
The words I write, and regurgitate without melody
Understanding where my pain is found is finding the closet where nightmares come
Focused on the real outside of these pages
All the while you sit not knowing the truth to your mazes
Lying to yourself making lite of your disgust
Not knowing your road of worldly lust will lead to distrust

The mayhem my soul speaks gives life all new meaning
My present losses and certain movements are leading to self destruction
Plans to release all that comes to me through my eyes
Sabotaged by my own need for a self disguise
Depending on me in a state of weakness
Is a security breach that the national masses could be and should be afraid of
I look past my fear, shame, doubt, and unbelief
Making sure I commune directly with my soul underneath
Hoping these darts penetrate so deep
Piercing your ear canal with the blood of my speech
Invading your mind while displaying your feelings
So as not to hide all the truths your reveling
My love has been ruptured bleeding the words of my past
Moving this starvation feeling like a drought across this barren articulate land
So I'm pulling this trigger with nothing left to loose
Reading between your lines hoping now you will to...

Fear...

Resting my poetic soul
Restoring my poetic flow
I shall no longer entertain the masses
With pleasing words and phrases fantastic
Your talk is cheap like the cloth that's wrapped around your image
Stained tarnished used up and ragged
Opinions mean nothing when they come from the abyss
A place of nothing where you choose to sit
Depending on the time of day your hating on a schedule
Making your way down to places I go just to be heard
Seen by no one but you think you walk tall
Short like my patients with you no longer an acceptable nuisance
I wont roast or boast about whats mine and yours
Masses of word absences fill your pages
When I came along you were just cleaning the stages
I brought you out into the lime light
Showed you off to all like "Its my childes Night"
So ungrateful you try and blame me
The downfall of you was the result of your shame
Your self pity and selfish ways
Emotions run deep but my skill is fastened to my bones
Letting the good girl fool you is a mistake in its own
This venom I spit this poison is character
So stage fright get on cause this fear is unbearable

by: Rachelle Reve`

Remember When?

When I spoke you listened
It seemed
Blocking out all that surrounded you
Hanging on to every melodic syllable that crossed my lips

I was adored like a precious jewel
Kept safe from all harm and danger
But displayed for all to see
Decorating and magnifying the beauty within you

And the times we would touch
Those times were the greatest
I could feel the love in each kiss
The adoration in each brush of your fingertips

You knew every spot and curve to my body
Tracing each with the breath from your soul
How you could cross my eyes and dot my tees
Jumbling my words lost in you over whelming ecstasy

Our laughs, our smiles
All the tears that would shower...

I miss that from you
All those ways and things you would and could do
So much in fact that I wait
Not wanting to move or disturb your slumber

I just watch and hope that the clock will run out
The time that you need to find you
That you will see all you needed was in me
In us...

And how when I spoke you listened...

Blood Hero...

You are me, but yet not me
We were both formed in the same manner
An extension of the same two
Whose love has fashioned a unit known as us

You are strong, and yet still weak
I see the hurt you feel in the eyes like mine
Know you would die for us
Yet in still the fear is in you

You are my hero, and so to many others
I love you like the oceans and the seas
Knowing far away your still here
Yet I don't love enough to let you leave

You are my brother, and yet you are them
Fighting for our freedom and things we may not see
Inside my selfish screams to hide you still
But I know that God will bring you back alive and well

The strength of a man is in his character
Yours shines like a thousand suns for all to see
You may not know it but to me you are the greatest
A better man there will never be

My brother
My friend
My joker
My protector
My Blood Hero



(I love you more than you know K and I'm going to miss you like crazy please come home to us without harm or injury... this is my prayer for you. Ever one can say what they support and what they don't, but you have no idea when its your own flesh and blood out there in the middle of all that danger. In the midst of all that we are sheltered from and is desensitized by Hollywood. So you can say what you want but I don't want MY BLOOD to go...)

The Lord Gives....

The creativity He has given shines like a lite from within.
Exposing all who see it to a in site and glory that is known as a BLESSING...

The Truth is in the Lies

Do you love me?
Yes
What do you want?
You
All things I should hear
But in truth, the words are never spoken
The words you say are all wrapped up in fable
Giving false hopes to something that will never blossom
It's sad that I try and convince myself that I am
Although deep down I know that I am far from
A love that once was meant for me now given to self
Selfish disguised by selfless
I wait for the "it's not you it's me" speech
Thoughts of heading you off at the pass rush over me
Its almost like a child wanting love from a parent who's never there
Reaching onto a non-existing plain for a chance at being claimed
Losing me would mean nothing to you
So why am I so deeply in love with you
When I speak you never hear
Involved in your surroundings
Making up the answers that you give
Abuse without the blows
An emotional disconnection from a love that once rose
Still you say that you love me
You say that you want me
And I continue to hear the truth in the lies

What Truth Once Was...

What is in truth but a piece of lies told
How often shall we listen to distinct fabrications
The untruth plagues me
Invades me like a sickness
Blocking any side effects that well being left behind

My poetry is my motion
My drive my sanity
God gave me my poetry
Helping me to discern the truth from the lies

He keeps me sane with these words
These phrases
I pray he protects me from the wrongs
I pray he keeps us holding on to what once was
A belief in him alone driving us to a place in the unknown
All the while still held and adored
No lies no pain
Just truth unshaded in mans deception

True Growth

What is Fiction and what is non

The line in my reality is so blurred

My eyes try to adjust to the words we speak

Unable to be shielded from the smile that lights my skies

False hope fills my lungs like air

Only its corrupt to my body and fills me with a hateful seed

Not wanting more

Not needing less

Cemented to an infertile ground

Growth seems non compliant

My begging seems to fall on deaf ears

Causing death to enter into the garden that once flourished

I know the cost I pay at trying

Proceeding in an endeavour that no one else can see

Stepping out on faith and my Father that heal-ith thee

Casting my cares on him and not on doubt

Giving prayer my worries

Living life lite in pain

Shameful passing my feelings

I now lean on our gain

Prosperity seems the answer

though not always what is truth

I'm hoping you see the wealth in me

And invest in what you once thought to be closest to you

©2009 Erica Harrell (Rachelle Reve`)