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I, Who Am Nothing

I drink too much
to get your images out of my head
but with no such luck
so i kept drinking instead
and with dread 
I'd wake up with no recollection
but still your memory comes 
in quite a large collection
I make the selection
to dance my pain away
but still your voices in my head chooses to stay 
you had my heart on layaway
because all you men did was skid me
to the point where even I got rid of me
and I pray and I pray and I fight and I fight
with my demons who come at me like seamen 
from a rapist I met one night 
from lovers who lied
from all negativity
from myself who I once knew
now looking in my mirror with nothing but a fake smile and disgrace
after awhile I don't know my own face
Used and used till my abusers were through
so here I stand
bottle in hand
stumbling 
crumbling inside
We'll all die yes..
but some of us already dead
hiding and crying
in a bed that we made
out of anger and self hate
but whose to say how I deal
I once but a meal for people to just feast
now I'm chilling in the tummies of beasts who have ate me. 
but from them I conquered now and then
I still do it with a bottle in hand.

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Salluting Sinners

I've been watching and waiting for awhile..
I lurk with a smirk, a Crocodile.
In a swamp that's swollen with 
          uncontrollable, 
           unconsoloble, 
        &undereducated 
               people.
They praise a steeple of low standards
controlled by foes but we call them commanders
being a bystandard is the new felon
A once bright but now dim lantern
and no ones been reminding us to refuel
so we feed off each other..

Musical chairs with fools.

2/2/14
-R.R.
B.Maxine

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Whspers of Light

Tickled with wet prisms
Cocooned with the dead head of trees
Synchronized in natures rhythms
Her skin dancing with shadows in a breeze

Good morning Misses Sun
Inhaling the exhalants of the plants
Worries has she? None.
In spring showers she does gallivant.

After noon parade of Clouds
What stories in shapes do you bring me?
I see you’re not in lack of drought
I do love the song of thunder you sing me

So soon Mister Moon
I’m ready for the spotlight summons
Rolling in your dark doom
The now dry sky cries diamonds

How I love the day
How I love the Night
More than I can ever say
Mmm Whispers of the light.

-B. Maxine
2/7/2014

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Lioness

Lavished Lioness 
Lunges with quietness
Leaks love, inspired with...
Hunger
It aches her when in slumber
It takes her under
Straddling starvation
now just preying on prayers
stuck in a safari of slayers
The hectic hunt continues
Various emptiness in the same venue
Deadlands. Dead things
Then she sees a man.
Lavished Lioness
Lunges with Quietness
sinks her teeth inspired with
Fresh Meat.

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We Are a Family of One

I don't need to judge I hear there is a higher thrown for that.
I don't feed the sludge because I'm better than to brat about what's not me.
I don't fleet to the flood of the mud because the water I wait to meet
To greet it with such appreciation for all that is and for all of what I can be.
makes me feel free from the debree to degrade of what's made of other things.

 I don't fret on the color of another because they could be my sister or brother
We all bleed the same shade We all breed to the same grade 
all on the same grind to find a greater gallow than to stay blind
and that you will, if you just dont live and let live.
We all have standards but can you can't expect love if it's not what you give

Respectfully,
R.R.

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Moonchild

outside she dances/
wind prancin along side of her curves/
she swirves and the breeze wraps around her bust/
that lust literally busts/ 
she crys out in moves hear me groove/
it's a must to fuss these feelings/
so smooth she's smothered with thoughts/
she sings in distraught/
with her eyes so indulged/
they bulge as she prys through her surroundings/ 
she tries to live the life of legends/
who sought and fought for the world be their heavens/
so she hereby stand sitting out/
She must be a little tea pot her words are bubbling/
so here they come out this young womans spout/
and they sound troubling trying to figure her meanings whereabouts/
so she still talk and question till her lips & mouth turn drought/
let she continue to recognize and point out the tension/
in a dimension unyet kown to the current peoples obsession/
with not the world but techonology progression/
but she dares not stress for she knows she's blessed/
so here she dances that's me and my words in movement expressed./

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In-Lightenment

Your Enlightenment 
Please don’t be
frightened of it
Makes all knowledge
lit

Don’t ever forget
Always forgive and
let live
And be creative

Forevermore love
To be your own
peaceful dove
Sun you want above

Please commit to it
I found my
enlightenment 
Tell me where is
yours?

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The Ugliest, Most Beautiful Girl

my style is a cover for how ugly i feel
 
any love I give myself I got at a steal
 
from compliments I don't believe
 
of pretty things I can't perceive
 
I've deceived myself about emotions
 
I indulge in others some devour my devotion
 
I'm left with a notion of neglect that I reflect upon
 
I brought it upon myself to defect starting dawn
 
I'm spawned from sensitivity
 
but my activities roar of reason
 
I'm a sored season of all weathers
 
please I tell my mirror I'm not ready for all my capable feathers
 
I fly broken winged
 
I belch out passioned sings
 
still I'm motionless in emotional things
 
I long to bring me to a compromising balance
 
instead of despising my very flaws and talents
 
because I will always just have all that I am
 
I want to love myself once again


-B. Maxine

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Public Service Announcement

It’s not about ego/ 
It’s about feeling regal/
Regardless if you're a lion or a seagull/ 
Something meaningful/ 
But most just don't get it/ 
Like how most rhymes are read but soon they will forget it/
 I’ve never met it but I’ve felt it/ 
Something so real only with soul it can be dealt with/ 
It help me melt it/
To make glitter from grit / 
And I’ll be the first to admit I am not **** 
Never claim to be either/ 
But if I said I didn't love it then I’d be a deceiver/ 
I’m so tired of smothered receiver/ blaming others for you being 
An under achiever/ better cleaver that stuff off, and clever something special on/
 or you'll end up like one of Life’s chess games and played for just a 
Pawn

Love Always
B. Maxine.

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Wanderland-Wanderlust

Walking amongst the wooden giants at night
The only light was the bright I was giving off
I slothed through the land taking it all in
I couldn’t even begin what mental state I’m in
On a natural vibe I am a one woman tribe
Warrior of the night 
Lioness, princess of nature.
It craters me in its beauty
Complex continuity
I frolic and I talk to it
Come with me
To the land of lovely 
I’ll walk thee to the highest point
Of your body and mind you will be anointed with joy I want to deploy your passion
In the mansion of mother earths madness


Wanderlust Contest
8/11/14
B. Maxine