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

What's happened to the love
 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...

Smoke

Inhale blow it out slowly

Letting the aroma of hunger

Feed your soul

There is an old saying 

Where there is smoke there’s a fire

But this fire lays hidden in the abyss Of desire

Who can put out the flame…

Freedom

We cry freedom, what does that mean

This freedom we take for granted

Here today, can be taken away

So easily, so freely, freedom is

Misused, abused, freedom is gone

You're free, she’s free, he is free, are we really

When someone holds your freedom in their hands

To crush you, place you in a cage

Gone is freedom

Freedom to explore, freedom to breath

Freedom to live, freedom! freedom!

Where is my freedom

It’s been taken away

In a gilded cage I live

My wings clipped, my voice silenced

My only freedom

It can't be touched

It's mine, with it my freedom exist

Stop it! go ahead and try

You can't stop me from thinking

My dreams won't be denied

My heart, you have no control over

You can't rule my thoughts, quiet my spirit

You can take away my freedom, freedom we cry

Cry for freedom, my freedom

MY MIND

Peace

Love is the beginning and the end
Peace is accomplished with acceptance of knowing our true heart
Unity happens when we embrace one another for 

our uniqueness

Superficial Beauty

 Her looks were superficial

All she cared about was the color of her nails

What shoes should she wear?

Did her hair that wasn't hers look good?

She paid for it so it was

The clothes that adorned her

 Body must be by a popular designer

Which she couldn't really afford

Therefore, she thought she was crafty

 Creating designer fake labels and

Sewing them in her - self

She had her eyebrows tattooed on

Now she looked like a clown

Fake eyelashes that look as if she had

Black widows growing from them

Her perfume was so strong

You smelled her before she

Walked into a room

If that’s, what it takes to make her

Feel and look good which is all in her mind

She might want to take all that money

She is spending on superficial looks

And invest it in a good psychiatrist

Too Late Love has Packed its Bags

He rocked back in forth trembling hands

Held up close to his face in prayer

Something maybe he should have been

Doing all along, praying for the knowledge on

How to love his woman

Empty closets that her clothes use to adorn

The clashing sound of hangers reverberated in his mind

Where she kept her perfumes and make-up

Cried out to him she was no longer here

Called all her friends

His calls were sent to voicemail

He tried to send her a text

His texts were now blocked

He tried to contact her on her

Social network

He was blocked there too

Tears begin to roll down from his eyes

He had a prize and now she was

Someone else’s queen

Didn’t she know how much he loved her?

Didn’t he tell her every now and then?

He made love to her giving her his everything

Then rolled over and went to sleep

How dare she walk out of his life?

Without even a goodbye

Didn’t he spend lavishly on her?

Showering her with brand new

Pots and pans so she would stop

Complaining about the rusty ones she was using

He acquired new things for himself

In addition, they weren’t pots and pans

Didn’t he remember special dates?

It wasn’t his fault he forgot most of them

This was his way of love

Now she was with someone

Who knows how to treat a woman

Putting her feelings before his

Showering her with the attention

She was deprived of

He helps to build back her self-esteem

And loved her beyond words

All because it was

Too late love has packed its bags

And unpacked them in happiness joy and laughter