
Let Me Cry
Doors to earth now closed Locked, and heart somewhere cold To pluck our eyes a black rose And tears gathering moss. We saddened to write it short, and long For
Doors to earth now closed Locked, and heart somewhere cold To pluck our eyes a black rose And tears gathering moss. We saddened to write it short, and long For
I sang in pitched voices for you My vocal chords bracing the wear ‘We’ danced in the rain But only I, got wet I wished to buy you the world
In Love with a Muslim Girl As inspired by @Najma_Writes I alight this Poetic Boeing jet in heartfelt style Quick, time guarding, to untie my first luggage Of a love
I was not born a gentleman Nor was I trained to be one I was not apprenticed a warrior To defend the queen in times of fear I was simply
Am tiny Yes, a bead lost into the oblivion I am a fragment One soaked in black tar and difficult to trace I am a broken shell with serrated sides
I thought I was worthless Until I found a disabled orphan on the streets teaching the word to his peers And no more did negative notes scribble my pad I
Does putting your feet in water And flapping your limbs in the shallow end Make you an expert swimmer? Does masking your photo with word art And applying numerous filters
Beauty is not in the eyes of a beholder It is simply on the subject Beauty is not relative But it’s opinion is relative to the subject An eye sees
I cannot be you Maybe because my nose is proportional and yours is not I cannot live like you, talk like you or walk your ways Maybe because am unique
If Jesus be my center Then I worry not of my dark corners If He be my core My squeaky un-greased parts bother me not If He be my cornerstone
My love I will not run miles for you Neither will I trudge rocky hills for you I cannot promise the constant supply Neither the harsh struggle and the sigh
Chilly height Mindful sight A worker walks home A watchman so lone Stray dogs yowl As whores present their bowls Chilly wee But sweet as releasing a pee Lights in