Free Verse

Broken Vessel


 Beaten spiritually

Regrets too many

Odious feeling of self

Kindred spirit to death

Eulogy tells the tale forgotten

Nuance of secrets whispered

 

Vigilant ghosts circle a raw carcass

Ebullient they dance to death

Sorrowful tears cast shadows

Solemn words echo across the earth

Exultant warriors beat their chests

Lariat catches the last breath

Tarnished Memories and Broken Hearts



 So many times, good memories

Are overshadowed by broken glass and

Shards of  pain

Joyous moments clouded by ugly recriminations

Happy reflections sadden by disdain

Laughter caught in the throat

Does not bubble forth as carbonated water


Tarnished remembrances chastise recollections

Ruined heart and soul excuses relayed half ass

 

Dynamite explodes revealing true intentions

Cannot hide underneath lies

Feelings vulnerable weaken vessel of self

Shattered heart and corroded memories

 

 

 

 

 

Goodnight Sweet Dreams


 Some things not meant to be

Holding on to impossibilities

Chasing dreams always within

Reach yet not close enough

To grasp in palm of your hand

Standing on the other side

Of time making wishes

Futile when they fail

To materialize

You place a soft kiss on your dreams

 In the dark you whisper

To all your imaginings and desire

Good night sweet dreams…



Cry


 Go a head bare your soul

You don't have to be strong for the world

Give in to the emotions you have so valiantly

Fought off

Give in to the pain, that has no name

Tired? I know you are

Tired of trying to shoulder responsibility alone

Carrying around the guilt if you let everyone down

Fair? no it's not

You're the one who is up all night

Release that hurt

Don't be afraid

Cleansing your spirit is always ok

Go a head, the gods are listening

Sorrow, is something we all have inside of us

This is your healing, purge those feelings and

Cry


Fragments of Fragments


 Fragments of yesterday

Breathe into today

Bits and pieces of shattered

Dreams cascade from swollen eyes

Fragments of wishes oblivious of nirvana

Splinters of love lay at feet

Fragments catch the wind

Leaving a trail of pain

Slivers of hope peep between

Darkened clouds

Fragments of life piecing

Together the crumbs of tomorrow

As the crumbles of now disintegrates

Intertwined in the fragments of fragments

 

Dancing With the Devil


  You imagine you are so essential

I am going to set you open

You are evil, vile and

A child of God you are not

 

First mistake you made

Was putting the name of someone

I love in your mouth traversing a line

Maybe you do not know what it feels like

To lose someone you love

Were you high talking out

The side of your neck

People have died for less

And today their tombstones

Remain unclaimed

 

Mistake number two you

Should have never mentioned his name

 To begin with

Someone you have never met

You have no respect for those in

Life or death

Did not fathom your words would find

Themselves in my presence

But they did

Call yourself a woman

Not

You want to play as one but

Guess what

Sadly, you are lacking in

What it means to be a real female a mother

Come for me if you like

You are a sad waste of life

How do you raise your child?

The one who is raising herself

Well, I do not want to put

Your mothering skills on display

Oops you do not have any from what I can tell

I can take a lot of shit

You should know this

Beware

 

Mistake number three

You spoke of someone who

Was close to me

Like a son

Someone you never known

Yet you chose to disrespect

Our memories you have shitted on

Who does that?

Did it make you feel like a queen?

When you threw out his name with

The intention to injure

Did it feel good to know you caused pain?

That your aim hit more than one target

You must feel very proud

Sitting there high on your throne looking down

Say shit and disrespect, bitch from above

Come down to earth where it gets real

You are not the one

Now

You have met your match

The dead cannot speak for themselves

Now you are in the dance with the devil

So Long Mr. Charming


Who can say that being needed led to a breakdown?

In the beginning what was desired,

Prince Charming riding on a white stallion

Ready to slay dragons

And carry burdens

Only this prince didn’t have a clue on how

To ride a horse

And was afraid of his own shadow

In distress he left his princess

To fend for herself and slay her own dragons

What was the need for Prince Charming?

He couldn’t hold down his own fort

Lost the respect of his court

People laughed and made snide

Remarks behind his back

Jeered his ignorance

Still he remained clueless

Needed? Not any more

Now his princess was Queen

Of her own domain and ruled with

Passion and content

To everyone she was the true warrior

With strength and courage

As for Prince Charming he’s still

Trying to figure out how to ride a horse…