Best Motherpeople Poems
I am rotting flesh. Ambivalent and obnoxious, but content with the irrational idea that I
am immortal. As I walk through the path of life, I hemorrhage thoughts. My naked body,
impregnated with ideals…exposes the divine truth of the defined sacredness of a goddess.
My womb has silently concealed its artsy life giving power. My breasts with scarcity
foster the image of the fountain of life. I rather find them amusing mortals. I curtail my
hips from collecting the souls of those who in their biological need try to disperse their
seed.
As I bare my bones for the people to see that an immortal like me cannot be part of the
"some" but instead part of the whole. I collect myself from the bloody path that disturbs
the ultimate truth.
My lungs collapse when I breathe arrogance and ignorance from the people that think that
they indeed know what reality is. I proceed to live anonymously, putrefying along the way.
Sometimes I feel the urge to curse my mother,
For the day she chose my name!
I love it so, and people say it's pretty,
A shame she forgot that it's a guy's name!
It makes for some laughs,
And a lot of explaing.
Guilt for me when people realise,
But I say "such as", Life's dull without suprise!
you give me your heart
i will try never to make it fall apart
the love that you have for me
it feels my life continously
when people break my heart
i come to you, you fix it part by part
i will never stray away
why, because today is your day
the life that i am living to see
would be nothing if you were apart from me
the love that you give i will forever keep
for that i am your little sheep
it's my mothers love yeah you all know it's true
what can people do except hate on you
i know you will always be there
for you are always here