Simple kicks on her feet;
Baggy jeans, baggy sweats.
Even baggier T-shirts.
A rocking natural hairstyle;
Even turn bald.
Bare ears, bare nails.
Coolio, Eazy E (N.W.A.).
2pac, Biggy, a lot of T-bone/Kirk Franklin.
Bursting her ears deaf.
Pen, paper.
Nature, surroundings.
No noise, silence.
But Alas!
High heels on her feet;
Fitting skirt, matching top.
Red lipstick.
Weaved hair.
Tied into a bun, or just let loose.
Statement earrings, polished nails.
John legend, Melanie
Nicki, Chris a lot of Tamela/Randy Crawford.
Starting and ending her day.
Pen, paper; still.
Lights and roads, surroundings.
A lot of noise, never silence.
Oh well!!!!!!
Oh bother!!!!!
Changes!!!!!!!!!
© Herzel Poshiwa
Categories:
baggier, change, time,
Form: Free verse
Walk neath the runes of my utterances of love
Spoken words into lost lovers decimal of kiss
Feeling theologizing of acquiescence , each immortal sorrow
Soft words etched in elaterid stages
Whiles angels bring miracles
Placidly each sphere comes to light
Homes in Olympus angels unawareness
Winged beings,angels divine knowledge
Interpreter of prophecies
Through pitted streets scuttling lost baggier
No lasting thundering of time
My face in living flames, I am the flowering rose
Fanned with reflections
Oh soverereign angel, find me breathing
Angel , my messenger of light
Come receive me, children cry
Megaton lights streams , cries heard
Begriming my journey to enlightener
Stone manifestations occurrence
Divines , ageless body
Astral projections,I am all
Categories:
baggier, religion, words, lost, lost,
Form: Free verse