Monday, June 21, 2010

In The Silence Of His Heart Beat, I Laugh.

In the real dark night of my soul,
Bitter tears; Parents tomb,
Pastors with Cancer; Smiling pagans
Disturbed wives; mourning men.
Abusive husbands; disturbed wives.

He's here.
With his soul of patent leather,
Hunched and nocturnal,
Where he breathes; he inhale the joy
With the fear of the sand and
The silence of the air,
My feet trembled,
My thick palms,moist,
The beast;
The monster in my sleep.
Take him away and bring me vinegar,
I'll rather my taste be sour,
Than he touch me.
His bottom pot shaped belly,
His ugly toes,
His uneven teeth,
He smells like the curtains of a pine forest,
The  beast of the night,
He dares me to be happy.
In a real dark night,
I don't see the moon,
His glance scares the sun to shine,
His breathe kills the singing bird.
Just because my eyes doesn't tear,
Doesn't mean my heart is whole.
Dying seems less sad,
I live in a dark night.

I cleaned the gun
After a few pause,
I ran my thick palms into my hair,
I let my tears come,
They water my soul,
The kill my joys.
I tasted my tears;
Something immortal,
Something Obsessing,
I put down the picture frame,
The smile I wore;
Something white,
Something pure.
I removed his wedding ring from my finger,
Something gold;

Tuesday, June 1, 2010


To the lady with a child on her back;
The burning sun and the things on her mind,

To the lady that has her money in her breasts;
The guilt and the shame on her right palm.

To the woman in labor;
The hopes in the tears she cry.

To the nagging wife;
Her patient husband.

To the single mother;
The endless Joys of motherhood.

To the pastor's wife;
Her teachings she must obey.

To the teenage mother;
Her Heavy heart; Her light purse.

To the awaiting mother;
The decorated nursery.

To They that have and ever owned;
My Joys, I share with those that wait & pray

To the men who cried in farms,
The garden is green; Feed your family.

To they that  look at the moon at night:
And watch the sun dry their clothes by day.

To the blind & Faithful;
To those that doubt the lighting.

To all that push life hard;

The teenager girl with a tattoo,
Her boyfriend with a piercing,

To the love that cloths mother earth,
To the weeping nation with cheerful rulers,

To the homeless that stay under the rain;
To the mosquitoes that comes after the swamp.

To the golden sunset I witness;
And to the tears I am happy I shed.

To all that pleases God,

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