Rest In Peace

He was the best part of me
The one that kept me going, growing into this shell of a women you see before you
Closer then any other life created by Gods hand
He cradled me, gave me a sense of self worth and believing
In my darkest hours the sound of him breathing would pull me to a plain of existence that was only for me
I dwell alone but with him I stood strong ready to concur and face the world head on
Life was my strong suite when I felt his movement
A love so pure and perfect uninhibited by others and what was considered right and wrong
Without him I am nothing
With him I had it all
Removed from my life force I now am embraced by this solitary confinement, this darkness
He was taken to soon, to early, so fast
Some might say its my fault because of our past
Yet in still to my heart I love you and I always will
Rest In Peace

The Shape of You

So complacent in your sin
A smell so sweet
Seeming to breath life into your soul
Killing you softly while the poison takes control
Standing on a stage exploring greatness into all senses
Touching and tasting the beauty that is useless
Your hairs stand on end as that breeze brushes over your skin
A wind of shame that you can't seem to comprehend
Forming words in a fashion that you feel protect
All the while breaking the ground underneath you slowly sinking to your death
Lies so simple, truths hard to explore
Creating a body of lies into your form.

Revelation...

I love you with my all in all
There is no line I would not cross
No limits or boundaries for what I seen in us
But some where along the way I got lost
I mistook the times we shared as places of growth
Taking lust for just cause
All with no verbal exchange
Assuming you cared by the use of your vein
Each stroke and pleasurable touch
Laying and waiting while you lied to my trust
Yet its all my fault I should have seen it bare
For in each I love you your response was in a sexual flare
My truth is so ruthless
All that's left is my shame
Still I take sex as love and do my truths the same

Paintings...

These words that I speak are doused with color
Painting my thoughts on the minds of others
Creating colors undefined
Spelled with fashion and beauty
A scenery that can only be viewed with a lyrical imagination
Each brush stroke combining with previous burdens
Forming an intensity that would leave any heart screaming
Not from pain or hurt
But from passion and worth
Almost on some level of divinity
Unmatched, pure, and serene
Literature strode across a canvas
Colors uniquely forming my paintings ...

I AM

​I am exposed... yet barely showing myself to the world...I am boldly colorful...my ebony shade is brightly shining through the darkness of my skins tone...I am me...some what humble meek and mild the warmth of my soul radiates thru my eyes giving a lite to this world that may have never been known....almost extinguished by my own hand thru fear of what I am... I am words...kept in script still sealing my lips to keep from telling it all....I am poetry...a bit of truth wrapped in a lie...bits and pieces of a life yet known working on changing...some how rearranging my I am to am I? Am I really exposed? Am I really my skin that wraps me? Am I really my script my poetic speech that creates this spirit that seems all sorts of unique?.... I AM