LOVE CHANGED ME
She was a savage, a ing brute.
Unafraid to fight for what she wanted.
Brave enough to go to war,
For what she deserved.
~r.h. Sin
ME WISHING A MOTHERER WOULD
My family is more important than wealth, privilege or gold; it cannot be bought or traded or sold.
My love knows NO law, NO pity, NO fear, it dares all things and crushes down mercilessly and relentlessly ALL that stands in its path.
My love gets messy, mean, sometimes it even draws blood.
It clings and gets MADDENING with repetitive patterns, like horrendously BAD wall-paper in a room the color of, “No one wants to in’ chill here man…”
I argue, I fight, even stop talking to ALL of them at once!
However, at the end of my days, till the last breath I breathe, the love will be here, on these pages; flawless, raw, and faultless. Chosen and impeccable and absolutely, undefeated.
Because love changes people.
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A Jailbird Cry”
Have you ever heard a jailbird cry
Its outer body is alive but its inner soul has died In several attempts it try to resuscitate its life
It tries and tries
But its heartbeat is faint and it no longer thrives to stay alive Agony is dressed all over its face
Life had been misplaced by its human mistakes
Mental notions of wishing to retrace those past dates
But its way to late
So the jailbird simmer in the heat of what has been placed on its plate Most just like to debate
But there is a few that can relate of how it got caged inside those gates There is no sweet sound only frowns crying out sorrow
Pushing through the calendar days in hopes of a brighter tomorrow Swallowing its grief to combat the undefeat of confinement Digesting all of its wrongs
Never crying the jailbird hums
Its liberating jailbird song
Have you ever heard a jailbird cry
It tries and tries but its soul just wont abide
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