body, soul, spirit
she had an image for those who were near it
but along came an anomally
glad her heart was broken and sealed tight
love cracked it wide open and now she feels alive
Tag: love
obsessed
How can I get this off my chest
I’m obsessed
Had to runaway, leave you behind
Lest you hold my body as well as my mind
In lust with a pitch, intonation of voice
Who’s the man behind the curtain please let me know
Free me from your imprint in such a short time
Yes I’d swallow it if you love me blind
How can I get this off my chest
I’m obsessed
may you be all that I dream and all I need
may you be the one who challenges me
unsubscribe
this membership no longer serves me
as a customer, you do not deserve me.
every year the subscription increases
deliveries turn up in pieces.
infrequent, sub par, all smoke and no fire
delinquent, bizarre, an insurmountable pyre.
not giving all it was supposed to have gave
newsletter says, the customer is to blame.
demand is too high,
expectations unrealistic,
“look around, are you blind?
we’re the best in business!
you signed the dotted line,
can’t kick us to the curb!”
well I pay too much damn money
to be underserved.
as a loyal customer I know you can find another,
I was your first, I know what they’ll discover.
but I promise I won’t give the disclaimer away,
they’ll never believe me, the campaigns underway.
so quietly i click, no response or reply
i humbly confirm, and click unsubscribe.
love, me.
where have we been? where have we gone?
up to this moment, what’s right and what’s wrong?
in suspension, so apprehensive.
the only thing i can do, is be the one who loves you.
all trust has been lost, so we start from zero.
counting the cost, and becoming your own hero.
everything is a blur, illusions abound.
no running, no jumping on the merry go round.
the light and the dark, the good and the bad.
the joy in your eyes, the ache when you’re sad.
the gifts and the talents, the pain and the malice
the temptation to just throw the whole thing away
easily be the victim and everyone else is to blame.
but you made the choice, chose to hide and not voice,
the power and sovereignty you submitted to formalities.
to gods and men, both white and black
until it was your self that was under attack.
deconstruct, decolonize, denounce all you know,
just a seed that’s been planted and starting to grow.
your roots will grow deep as you stretch for the sun,
Spirit and ancestors shield their precious chosen one.
breaking curses, chains and traditions of men,
like a phoenix you rise, a star in the heavens.
gratitude, breathe and release the trauma,
surrender, love and flow through the drama.
you are beautiful, wonderful so creative and free,
you’ve finally learned to love, me.
The Black Witch (The Black Witch Chronicles, #1) Book Review
The Black Witch by Laurie Forest
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
This is the first time I have ever given a book one star. Just one. LOL I really felt like this book kept trying to go somewhere but it never made it to its destination. Mind you, I did not even finish this book. Maybe because I am not a “young adult”. I could not endure reading angst and pains of youth and subpar writing. I read about a third of this book and I just cant. So I gave up. Forgive me guys, but maybe this author needed a better editor cuz…yikes.
teachquelle 