Liberation

Sorrow is a sad song that some of us sing
Pursuing towards a free but no freedom bell rings
Most of our mouths speak we have a dream
Because dream(s) aren't woven into lost seams
Heartbreaks and headaches is an everyday thing
Thus the sorrow in our lyrics...the melodies we sing...
From those times he stole the makeup of our lips
And anesthetic Fridays are the nights he trip
Trips and sank ships or should we call them defenseless guards...
He'd spare us our virginity if we played the right card...
Nobody cared to listen, when we screamed at the peak of our lungs...
Couldn't escape his hard rock--vessel of what kept him sprung
Nobody cared to listen, until we picked up that gun
Cold hard steel against one man who had none...
Nothing, to save himself from our "who give's a shit" mentality
This is a mortal thing, combat couldn't spare your fatality
Who's to blame for the destruction of our vanity
You took away our beauty, we took away our sanity
Shiner on both eyes and irregular shaped colored lips
Tonight is not one of those nights we run trips
Tonight is sorrowful Sunday, the night you will reap
Morning comes and no one weeps
There will never be a time when our sorrowful songs end
We will sing behind cell bars, though we make no amends
One day we shall pursue the remains of our free
Until then, no existence there is of a freedom bell ring...

Masquerade

She sculpts a mask
Fit to mold her face, but hide her image
She paints her eyes, colors to intensify what they wanna see
She licks her lips--red--stained on his collar
She pulls on a tight-fitted skirt
With eyes that look up and see her split
And hands that crawl up her skin
Electric circuits racing up her spine
Dressed to undress
And those senses of desire
Open up her pores, open her legs
And she lies vertically
As he makes his climb, culminating
And her red lips drain from life
As he steals her kisses
Fading into the depths of sleep
and
She escapes the pain that they wanna see

She sculpts a mask
Fit to mold her face, but hide her image
She paints her eyes, colors to highlight what they wanna see
She bites her lip....sex....vandalized on her body
She rocks her hips and sways
As the melody drowns her completely
With eyes that look up and see her split
And tempted hands that crawl up her skin
Money pours like summer rain showers
As she slides down the pole
Eyes, contacting her victim to take home
Electric circuits racin up her spine
Dressed to undress
And those senses of desire
Open up her pores, spreads her legs
And she lies vertically
As he makes his climb, culminating
And her red lips drain from life
He steals her kisses
Fading into the depths of sleep
And she escapes the pain that they wanna see

She sculpts a mask
Fit to mold her face, but hide her image
She paints her face with dark eyes and sunken cheeks
Wears away with bones and disease
She pulls up her jeans
With cold eyes that cut and split
And syringes that pierce her skin
Injects her with poison
Dressed to undress
Those senses of desire fade away
As she opens her pores and opens her legs
And she lies vertically, lifelessly
As he makes his climb, culminating
Red lips on his collar, drains from life
As he steals her kisses
She bleeds...into a corpse's coma
Fading into the depths of sleep
Escaping the pain
Because she wanted to maintain the image
They wanted to see...

Skin

His mind
It wraps around my body
Like his hands are tempted to touch
They curve my figure as his eyes
Lick my lips that he loves so much
He searches for my innocence
At hand to take
He breathes, cold residual breath
Makes me shake
He strips me naked, and reflects my image
Running laps in my warm, welcoming lake
He sees me, no other than the form in which I lie
While he sleeps, I lay and leave my eyes to cry
Because what I feel for him, he will never know
And he will never understand why I stooped so low
To feel close to his love then I ever been
And I would do it twice, three times, and again
To feel his breath lingering on my skin
To feel his arms embrace me when....
I need him the most, but he is just my friend
But I pray for the night to never end
And if you ask me I would do it all over again
Morning awakens, yellow sun brimming my eyes
He pulls up his jeans and still I lie
Under covers, hoping he would come to notice
The love we made gained love to know this
However, even if years come to pass
He still wouldn't understand why I wrote this
He slips on his shirt, slides in his shoes
He's off to explore new waters, and I'm old news
And I lie there, clutching the covers that his body heated
Last night still residual on these sheets and
To ask me, I would do it twice, three times, and over again
To feel close to his love then I ever been
Last night still residual, marinated in my skin
I bathe in transgression, though I'm not washing my sin...
The love we made, gained love to know this
Years come to pass
And he still doesn't know why I wrote this...

Essence of Losing

to find the essence of what we have lost...
we must determine its character..
individuality..
purpose...why we have suffered such deficits
why we are known to limit ourselves to only one option
when other opportunities
better opportunities
life-changing
neck-hanging contingencies
are at hand...
why we hold on to broken pieces
knowing there is no solidity
to bring them back together
but still we have hope...
hopes in things that
will never be
could never be
should never be
would never be
never would have been
never could have been
never should have been
there...
in a form of touch...
communication...
a loss of faith
that fades away
with false promises...
a loss of trust
that burns away
with the heat of lies...
a loss of one self...
that diminishes
in the depths of depression
where is the beauty of losing
if nothing is gained...
why does pleasure
carry the countenance of pain
what is the beauty of losing....
when the essence of life has been lost...

Signed Sincerely

What story can I write
That you haven't heard already
That you haven't read already
Shed already
Bled already
Until your palms were sweaty
What lie can I tell
That you haven't used already
Abused already
Recycled and reused already
What image can I create
That you haven't painted already
Tainted already
Contaminated already
What virginity can I spare
That you haven't taken already
When you're breaking already
Caking already
What lips can i kiss
That haven't been graced already
Braced already
Faced already

I can only begin with a question
Of how you come to be
How you come to lost terms with me
How the ribbons of our boundaries
Were finally set free
And you've become a stranger to me...



Signed Sincerely,
xoxxxo..

RE: The Girl

Write the words from my lips
As they speak...with no sound
Taken from a kiss that had no rebounds
Unrequited
Still wondering why I allowed you to get so close
To my heart...
I closed with barricades and barriers
You opened me up and left me
Battered and broken
Bruised and bandaged...
Trapped in the middle of four walls
With no windows
Only shadows
A shadow of our memories
As they fall from my eyes
Shadows of your love
Still falling from my eyes
Shadows of me losing you
To the anger you would hide'
Shadows of your abuse
As they purple on my eyes
Bleed from my nose
Swell on my lipsBreak on my heart
Shadows...even like you...left me all alone...
But still falling.

Never Known Recognition

Memoirs of a poet...
Still writing
Story of my life
Softly curling fingers
Around a leaking pen
And he hovers me
Breathing his pain in my ear
My neck
Sending desire down my spine
I hear him...
But continue to spill my shame
All over the pages
As his hands find their way
Burrowed under the fabric of my shirt
The fabric of my skin...
His lips
Caress me like
Soft flower petals
Morning dew grass blades..
Warm summer rain
Still I write...
Commit his iniquities
Let him taste me...
Wrap around me
Ground me...
I hear him...
But I'm still writing....
Still searching for why he is here
His games, he plays, so wicked
And I'm the subject
His prototype
His escape through a twisted life
He exhales his life story on me
"Broken heart, wounds they bleed" on me
Deviled Decisions on me
Isolation, separation on me
Negligibly on me
Makes love to me
Shows me...
How he hurts
Holds me
Like he was never held
Kiss me
Like a mother never kissed his little cheeks
Entwines my hands with his
Like they were forever empty...
And I'm still writing.....

What Wouldn't Hurt

I found this spot in my heart for you...Days its been building like potential...energy..
Before it goes downhill..
Why open my eyes to something that was...
My hope for forever...
A kiss on my lips that only screamed never...
And your stain is still there..
Printed...
And I taste you...over and over...
I don't wanna be sober...
I wanted to approach this better...
But today wasn't best...
In a zone...
Nothing more or less...
So I'll touch my lips...
Until your kiss goes away...
Until maybe this loneliness in my heart goes away....
That will forever be carried...in your hands...