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The Bleeding Rose

"The Bleeding Rose" 


A rose so beautiful with crimson lips

Slain by pain, and drowned by drops of rain that drips

Into the stem that locks in venom,

Stunting her growth 

Staggering strength and thorns that grip

The hands that touch her tips

                        They Bleed

Her petals needing to be caressed

      But her thorns are sharp and continue to cut

Deep inside her gut lies a love that lost its luster

                     A heart like steal but cannot be stolen

Shattered,

            Battered,

                            Cracked,

                                                Broken,

Nothing poetic about the process

   And words go unspoken so nothing is heard

                        Yet, her heart is silenced in Spoken Word

She suffocates as she tries to break free

    She can't breathe 

She searches for an air that taints her lungs

          Skies remain unclear and it feels like her spirit's been hung

What a death to die

     Too many times they've tried to tackle the thing that makes it tougher than tar

A prisoner chained, gagged, and mocked behind bars

         She cuts herself over again to escape the pain

And bleeds in the battle of shame

           Once again the rose is clipped 

She is tormented by mind games

And wishes she never knew his name

        But she knows,

And still 

her stem grows

             So close…

She starts to bloom

But the water drowns her at the roots

And once again it's too late and her petals begin to close

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Love Gave Me a Reason Part Ii.

To you I was committed 
            And I admit it
You used to be the keeper 
There's probably no love that's deeper

Tears often kissed my cheek and pain hugged my wounds
I would wake up to scorched suns and sleep under chilled moons

Plagued with such HAPPY SORROW
It seems like I'm living without you today, but I'll be dying without you tomorrow...

LOVE is my stalker:
Creeping through my heart
Sleeping in my DARK
Hiding in the SCARS that leave these marks

Love gave me a reason to
Keep secrets that you would never know
Nights I wept that you can never owe

So...
A slow death was all you seemed to give

And the more you gave the less I lived 

Released from bondage, 
let go of a man that played the role of a kid

At first I didn't want to
But Now I feel blessed that I did

All I needed in a life of sin…
Was me and my boyfriend
            Me and my Toyfriend….

                        Me and my…
Me and MY….

Boy…you're nothing but my DEAD END…

I breathed you like air…

But like hair…
I had to clip you like dead ends
                           
              An empty bank account….
Kept on writing me checks
And when I tried to cash your love it Bounced

So I bounced…

Although I died, I cried not an ounce of tears
But the pain just rips, just drips, and wont stop 
until it tears whatever pieces of my soul you left behind
Because you didn't leave me with a peace of mind

And all I seem to do is keep sad love songs on rewind
Letting it pummel my mind                
STRUGGLING to let out EMOTION
FIGHTING against intoxicating Love Potions
As your venom continues to linger in my veins
And your face continues to lie in the nucleus of my brain

I go emotionally insane

Wanting to hate you
Wanting to escape you…..

But instead I clasp my hands and I pray for you
And instead I ask for God to save you
For God to somehow reshape you…
Remake You…..
Break you…

And

     Still…
       
             After all I been through,


                          It's sad that LOVE 

gave me a reason
 to hate you…

             But God gave me the reason to FORGIVE 
                                                                               you...

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Love Gave Me a Reason Part I.

Love gave me a reason to: 
commit suicide
Slitting every warm sensation from my heart
Leaving my wound open so you can see inside…
                    Look…
Can you see the PAIN on my face…
No…
    you wont find it there…
Instead the pain runs through these VEINS
My Brain fails to cooperate because my heart's going insane
Breaths become harder to sustain
And I… can't….in…hale

Love didn't make it easy to
                   LISTEN…..
Can you hear the beating in my chest?
No….
       Because there is none…

My heart stopped 
When it was dropped

I placed it in your hand
Trusting the flaws of a man

Sometimes you need to take a moment and SIT to UNDERSTAND 

I wish SADNESS could allow you to TOUCH ME….
So you can feel the softness of my love,
But your kind of abrasiveness caused it to die
A kind of case like this that caused you to lie

Because of Love:
DEATH KEEPS DYING in the grave that my heart continues to dig you
Always being resurrected from the depths of a soul that lived you
A rebellious memory
Failing to forget you
I hate that YOUR GHOST HAUNTS ME
So why do I fail to quit you?

Married to Love and not you
I felt like your wife without a ring
Was a caged bird and for years my wings were clipped 
so I couldn't fly and it was impossible to sing
I have nothing left to do besides erase you from my past
And replace you just as fast
And turn colder than the ice that's sitting in my glass

I wish I could get you out of my system
But my memories keep me as a victim

Yes I AM without you
And the same is true that you ARE without me
Should have valued the love that you would lose
When you put a price on the present you made me choose
Because of YOU my soul has a tattoo,
That kind of looks like cupid's bruise  
Yet I manage to prevail
Living a life with your absence
Freed from the shackles of entrapment

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Classick Ending

loved Loving you...

You loved liking me a lot

I put everything on the table not knowing if it was stable

And after debating

I was able to trust that my dating and waiting for a good man would stop.

But anger always kept the fighting hot

Don't worry, I won't say your name, I'm not going to put you on the spot

But dang, you erased me from Myspace after taking me off your "Top"

Okay, so you wanna put single on your status

Fine it's cool, we can scratch this and unlatch from all the attachment

Relax this is not an attempt for any kind of bashing

But remember what you lost when everything came crashing

And it's crazy how we talked about marriage,

We fought over baby names and pictured me pushing a carriage

We argued over each other's characteristics 

And when I calculated the percentage of how many times you abandoned the 
debates by hanging up the phone,

The statistics proved that it was less than likely that we were going to get past 
this.




Now I'm back on the run…

Remember when we used to spend hours on the phone

Wishing I was home

Praying that we  would always have each other so we wouldn't end up alone.

Did you forget how we despised missing each other?

It's a surprise that we failed at being lovers 

Now we're not even kissing each other.




Every now and then I think of you still

and even Dru Hill said that we're not "Making love"

Instead we're    b r e a k i n g    love




                        WHY?




My heart used to tell me to try

You know what pain feels like, so

You don't need to ask Prince what it sounds like "when doves cry"

I said I wouldn't leave and I would stay if you need

But when you kept cutting me, 

I refused to lay face down on the pavement and bleed




You picked me up from the airport, even paid for my ticket, 

THANK YOU for all of that.

If you wanted I would reimburse you for the flight, AND give you your gas back.

         It's crazy how everything flashed before my eyes

Now I'm forgetting about you as you drift away into a black and white flashback..


But for what it's worth

I'm sorry it had to end this way, 





If I could sort this relationhip and name it by genre, normally I would call 
it "Romance"... 

But the ending was tragic.

And it dawned on me while writing this… it lost it's color and the storyline is old

So I guess I'll call you a "Classic."

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Falling To My Knees

God I try
Hear me cry as I testify:
Why, you may ask did I let him place his hand on my thigh?
Because he makes me so High
And he makes my earth touch the sky
Oh how can I lie?

but how can I lay?
In this midnight hour’s day
He needs me and I’m wishing I could stay
but I need You
This matter is on my mind, but my mind doesn’t matter
I battle my thoughts, my body’s distraught
I  want my say
But I need YOUR way
Deliver me Lord
   In Jesus’ name!
I lift my hands to pray
Ohh this pain lasts another day
Taking pain killers
But the devil is a liar
And as I reach higher 
He continues to be my killer
And Still I
     Still I…..
        
Still I stand, in this stand still
Desire yearning
Fire burning
Cognition turning

Am I really learning?

Entrapped, I’m
Slapped by
My Time trap
Running around in a maze
Simplicity perplexed by enigma
Scorched by this stigma
Seeing unclear as I walk through this haze

My thoughts rape my soul
This Love hates self-control

Although there is no love that’s greater
I remain a stubborn debater

Wanting the gratitude of right Now and not Later
But Lord you ARE my savior
And I know that you can heal me through prayer

Help me bleed
Wounds are what I need to succeed
Although I suffocate
It’s not too late for breath
Lord Give me life,
I’m not ready yet, It’s too late for death

So why do I want to die?
I know that sin kills me,
But why don’t I want to try?

Father you are my guide
And I’ve already been tried, 
Going through trials and tribulation
Walking long miles in humiliation
But when you judge me I pray that there
Is no long deliberation
Although I walk wilfully 
I am not worthy
and I admit I feel filthy	
But in my hour of judgment
I beg you, please find me “not guilty”
And as I sink in the depths of sin,
I ask you to deliver me again
Freeing me from this evil within

Amen
and Amen.

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Musix Not the Reezin

Some preachers
are teaching 
against music from the world
and they condemn taking rhythms from the street and mixing it with the holy world

So if I take a hip-hop beat
beat box or dance with my feet
And spit scripture on Jacob and Emmanuel 
How is that from hell?

Musix not the reason!
And just because I rap my praise
Or speak the word in my Spoken Word
Doesn’t mean that I’m going to contort and distort
The works of the Lord
Frankly, I think some Christians are bored
So they extend their index 
And contend that rhythm has turned their sons into pimps
And their daughters into whores
Well, if they read their scripture and did their chores
They would realize
That even the music behind the gospel that they sing
Has come from jazz, blues, and rhythms of the world before….

So Musix NOT the reason

Yes, I am Christian
And I listen to rock, hip-hop and soul
That exalts Jesus in the mantra
Get over it… the label is just a Genre!
 
Musix not the reason…
People are the ones who commit spiritual treason
And honestly a beat is not going to sway me from believing in
My faith, 
And if sin was within the air
I might as well stop breathing

Musix not the reason…

The reason is 
That we lack the ability to reason
With the spirit and when it argues with the flesh, the flesh gives into death
So it’s the mess within our existence under the skin...

                    THAT IS THE REASON!

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No Gloves

Like an arachnid 

Standing on the soles of our feet,

Yet, walking upside down

Crawling in quicksand

Searching for solid ground

But it's like picking up a gun and letting off solid rounds

How do we find common ground

When we keep finding the same common nouns:

Pain, Anger. Frustration, Debate

Too reluctant to try to relate

We stay tucked in to hide

Stuck on this ride

Remaining sheltered in the crux of our pride

Engaged in dispute so that makes me the bride 

And I get in the ring

Waiting for the bell to go "ding"

So I start walking with golden strides

Looking at you with shimmering eyes…

How many times are we going to drown

Before we listen to the sounds?

When the referee says the fight might be stopped in one more round

I take off my gloves so that my hands are unbound

Clothes are wet from the sweat of defeat.

Weariness drips from my back in this heat

And as I wait for you to take your best shot,

You strip from your gear

And spit from your mouth the plastic guard that protects your words

And instead of hearing howls,  I hear the sweet sound of birds

And as I inhale

I hold in the tears as our chests reunite…

            Love is stronger than Pride….

I realized that after we boxed 

last night.

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Initial Definition

When you're next to love, 

just a few steps from love…

It's more like being on the courts, 

crossing the ball between your legs

But to him you still look sexy in some nylon basketball shorts


Loophole:


"In love" is when you fall into a place so deep that you can't get out

You find yourself scared from not knowing if they feel the same way 

and on the inside you're shouting it out


Obsession: 


Being close to love consists of cute dates

Trips to see cinema 

And later you get him a 

Gift, you start writing your name on pieces of paper in script

And next to your name, you proudly place his initials

But this is typically at the beginning 

so this stage is of course 

                   initial.


Validity:


Then things start to become real.

Your insides start learning to feel

And your heart needs recovery 

after a few surgeries that require it to heal.


Epiphany:


I rather be next to love

Because it gets too complex to love

And sometimes you don't win when you're "in"…