Healing

She no longer fought the memories of
the good and bad times
Beat herself up because some of the reminiscences
 had her longing for his touch
No, she’s never forgotten the pain he caused
or the tears she cried
It was futile for her to sit there and try to deny,
they did have some good times
Selfishness was the weapon in his war; hers was
strength he didn’t know she possessed
Haunted thoughts of him drifted into her sub consciousness
 only to come alive in her dreams
When she closed her eyes to sleep
Running away from facing feelings unresolved,
only made her realize she needed to exorcise those demons
So, she could move on with her life
To say she held hate in her heart
would only give him power,
to say she had loved him once upon a time might be truth
But its forgiveness that she had to find in her
to get back what was lost when she turned her power over to him
And he abused it so cruelly
Had to learn to love life again
Even when the darkest days threaten to engulf her 
Age and maturity watered with the tears of growth
Learning who she was and what she stood for
Imagining good can come from bad
Not letting the past recur in her future
Giving it all to God for without Him she wouldn’t be healing
 

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 

Drift

We are drifters passing through life

With no roots to hold us down grounded to mother earth

In spirit we live knowing you can kill the body not the soul

Voyages sometimes lead us in directions we do not understand

Comprehension comes into clarity once we open our hearts

Stop living from the mind

Where ambiguous emotions confuse and

From conscious sentiments where truth is

Sometimes obscured in hollow laughter

And silent tears

There is no anchor tied to our life

Without that, we drift…

Sarafina

Every night she took her place

Seated on top of the baby grand piano

Closed her eyes letting the riffs

From the the ivories invade her soul

Smoke made a halo above her head

A white rose adorned the baby grand

...which was her signature mark

Inhaling deeply she lost her- self

Becoming a part of the song

Belting out the lyrics in her euphonious voice

Spinning a spell over the crowd

…pulling them in

Beguiling the men with her body

 and women  she connected

… with her lyricism

No one knew what she endured

All they witness was a woman sitting

 on top a piano singing a song

But if they listened closely to her lyrics

They’d know of the abuse she endured

Both physical and mental

Covering up the black eyes with make-up

…that will fade in time

But the scars left on her body

Hidden beneath her clothes forever

A reminder that a man who once loved

Her turn the beautiful colors she use

To see through eyes filled with

Hope ,love, compassion to

disdain, cynical, her truth

Sleepless nights from crying her heart out in silence

She thank god her womb was closed and she

Didn’t have to worry about bringing children

Into her madness

Still every night she did the one thing that kept

Her sanity

She sang that same song people heard

…and never tired of  hearing every night

Maybe the tone would be altered

the verses rearranged, but her words

she never changed

It was her song and no one else could sing it only

Sarafina

Conflicted

Conflicted emotions

No emotions

Love, hate

Rich, poor

Happy, sad

Damn if I do damn if I don’t

Break the cycle

Cycle can’t be broken

Rest, no sleep

Mind troubled

Troubled with what’s going on in my mind

Round, square

Up, down

Does it ever end?

Conflicted

Hell Hath No Fury

You haven’t seen anything until

A woman’s heart has been f*cked with

Lightening, hail, windstorm

Are nothing compared to the

Anger in a woman who’s been

F*cked over onetime too many

Earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes

Are destructive f*ck with a woman’s

Emotions and get dusted

Tornadoes violently destroy what ever

Comes into its path

A woman’s heart is no match

For the devastation

She possesses more power than

The combined anger of nature

Hell hath no fury of a woman’s heart

That’s been stepped on

Watch the sky a storm is on the horizon!!!

Feelings

I have no more tears to cry

no more fears to stir me

There is no love in me

my love a dry well

Blown away ashes of my hope

floating through the air after

a firestorm

Dreams unreachable, unattainable

entice me only when I sleep

Sorrow entwines its hurtful grip

around my heart

Squeezing, inflicting excruciating pain

I fall to my knees

praying to a power stronger than myself

asking for deliverance from some

unseen thing

Pulling at me drawing me closer

watching from with inside me