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Broken Vows

Broken Vows©2017
Written by
Lewis, Y.K

My beloved, I vowed this promise to love, to honor and obey until death do us part. It was truly all my pleasure to serve you in all my duties. To walk by your side, to lay in your bed, and to bear your children to make your house a home.

To work outside and inside your home to earn my worth in your eyes. To be the housekeeper, bookkeeper, childcare provider, taxi, personal assistant, cook, animal groomer, activity coordinator, nurse, and but not least your lover.
My desire was to give you more of me and in my giving of more, I found it was too much to bear.

I am all consuming in every area of our relationship, I want, what I want, when I want it and without regard to your schedule. I was your lamb that sacrificed herself without fault of your stewardship always asking you to be mindful of the presents that were given unto you.

You hit, you lied, you schemed, you stole, you cheated, you accused, you pushed, you spoke sickness into our home, you spoke death into our family, you spoke debt into our finances, and yet there was no love.
I feared it was all my actions that caused you to treat me this way. Yet, I stayed. I stayed, but the cost of the picture presented to the public was more than I could bear.

The example of saying, “Do as I say, and not as I do.” Won’t do when you’re the example. I sought counsel for guidance to my not so unique circumstances, truth is I didn’t break my vows they were broken with the first strike, I had received from my beloved’s hands

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She

She
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Lewis, Y.K

She comes in darkness, in the space where only the sound of a whisper can be heard.
 I love her.  I, desire her. Remembering her landscape of muted hues of pinks and black intermingled, drawn in the shadows of my dreams into a pool, of which I want to drink of,  submerging myself into.

My eyes gaze upon a scenic view that lingers in the darkness, shadows of the night being caught by the reflection of the gift that is before me. I’ve, stalked her. I’ve, wanted her. I’ve, wanted her to call my name. Call my name! Say, my name! 

I’ve wanted her over me. I’ve wanted her to make me her seat, I wanted her to nurse me from  her breast flowing with the gift of life.

I’ve found her. This unsuspecting girl, who has my heart, but another I belong. She, knows nothing of me.

My longing for the first embrace, the warmth of her mouth to mine, hearing her breathing deeply as I caress her. Smelling the perfume of her scent as it permeates deep within me.
 
Imaging feeling the waters flowing over me as she softly calling my name. Saying my name.

She comes. She comes.
Only in the whisper of my mind.
She comes.

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I Am

I am©2017
Written by
Lewis, Y.K

I am orchestra. My music is beautiful, wildly, strong, sensual, and playful at times. Within my orchestra is where I live, love, hate, dream, joy, happiness, strength, sadness, fear, and weakness which fight for my attention pulling me in every direction and I am complete.

Each operates a different section. To the untrained mind it's chaos screaming to be sedated, locked up to be placed out of sight of prying eyes and lying tongues. My orchestra is sectioned like no other, my infinite mind that transcends space and time gives me a duality to just be.

The wind represents my sexuality due to the reed must be placed inside ones mouth to produce a rich earthy tone being surround by wetness of one's tongue as it saturates the reed. In the center stand just one,
who has the ability to handle the fire and passions of the heart.

The right conductor has a desire and tools to deal with this type of crazy that is appealing to one’s self.

Did my conductor chose to love me or play to the audience?
Just remember the conductor has to turn their back to someone. As the orchestra I have the ability to remain connected whether I’m on top, on the bottom, on my side, and even when I turn my back to him I remain connected.
So much freedom as an orchestra. Once I’m at rest my conductor is left exhausted.
I am of many and one in the same.
I am.

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Sisters

Sisters©2013
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Lewis, Y.K

My sister and I are like two peas in a pod in a Texas twister, sisters born one year, one month, and a day apart we were also 7lbs. 10oz. Born so close together how could we be so far apart.

Our relationship is a typical one and on the contrary it’s filled with strife
and love similar to the Texas weather. It can be beautiful and calm but in the blink of an eye it could be dangerous.

A day in our lives is like a morning filled with the sweet scent of dew that has fallen upon each blade of grass which glistens in the early sunrise hearing Blue Jays singing in the distance while feeling a gentle breeze upon our faces and seeing the wind sway serenely through the fields of grasses with kind words spoken throughout.

However, just like Texas weather our relationship can be unpredictable with a misplaced word it can lead to disaster with the smell of rain approaching eventually ending up in a thunderstorm with our voices rising like the rumbling roar of thunder, we clash like the sound of lightening while our voices strike each other like hail hitting the ground.

The skies darken with hues of ebony, black and blue the wind picks up speed rustling through the treetops being thrashed violently together as the storm
continues to rage on. Hearing the low heavy rolling sound when thunder growls in the distant skies and the lightening bids her last farewell with one burst of
energy before fading off in the distant.

In spite of the storm the clouds always clear to reveal a rainbow.
My sister and I.

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Alpha

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Lewis Y.K

Alpha, I am.
I may not be your first, I am your last.
I only come bearing gifts.
I’ll provide for you for the rest of your life
And even after I am gone the fruits of my labor will sustain you
for generations to come.

I will love you from the ends of your hairs to the soles of your
feet and everything in between.
Just as the Palm Tree, I’ll feed you all year round I’ll provide
you shade in the summer and a home in the winter.

I thank that man who didn’t come for you, who left you when you
thought you needed him the most.
To the one, you’re leaving know, you had to go through the hurt
and the pain of that relationship with him.

My queen, just know that he didn’t break you; he strengthen your
resolve and brought you closer to YAH.
It is YAH that has made me just for you.

YAH, will restore your womb, your soul, and your spirit
You will bear my fruit of girls and boys.
Know this my love if you had made a different decision on the
last two relationships I would not be here right now.
It is because of you making the right choices in your time of crisis.

I will not forsake you, I am your shelter in the storm I’ll bend
in the wind and bow on bent knee I will not break for my roots
are deep planted firmly in the YAH.
I may not be your first, I am your last.
Alpha, I am.

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Just One

Just One © 2013

Written By
Lewis, Y.K 

I’m alone in the mornings with only shadows to greet me. Silence
is all around me. Wait I hear something, every once in a while
noticing it, it’s just that lowly old heart of mine. I thought it
would be a more comforting sound but wait, there is more its only
my squeaky fan making the only constant sound. 

My thoughts are lost flowing without aim going in all directions, wanting to be
noticed not by all, just one. I’m connected to none; not my heart,
not my head, nor my body. Seeing.  Waiting for you to love me.
Love Me is my name. It’s the password to my connection as a blade
cuts through the air it cuts to the bone. 

It is the only way to feel that turn on, that bite to the ear. The flames of passion I’ve   lost   the   key.   Silently,   I   listen.   Waiting,   just   waiting.
Remembering when you loved me. I’m on top of the world.

I’m alone in the morning, only with the sound of the fan thinking love me,
a tear falls remembering your dead.

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Carousel

Fixed in this point. Tracks that ride high resolution of me, invisible. Fight to give up, to push outwardly touching infinite rhymes with reasons to give more. 

I turn around to only walk straight still my past keeps before me.  This thing of take, take, and take as if it is my only purpose to be.

Leaching until the only thing I recognize the reflection of me…brow beaten. Putrid attachment, I sat, removed of sight, feeling your continued wantingness. Void of you.

Slither, you go on and around you dependent child, casting your sin of right to not coiled crook fast of the split tongues latching to life that it not yours.

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My Coin

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My coin has two side just as my sign. I guess if I were to add them up I have 4. If it’s four then I must be a box, having four sides and all. If that is true then that’s why I’m a mystery. I’m not meant for all.

One side of me has my love, the second side of me has my mind, the third side of me has my imagination, and the last one runs through them all which is my Faith.
 
I’m unable to separate them so don’t ask. The one who is for me will find it hard to leave me. But I must be careful because inside of my box lies my desire. Sometime she plays by no rules. If I’m unaware she will hurt me as well. I give freely, foremost what I desire the most is the Truth. 

How seductive are those five letters are to me. In the right place, the right time, and right now, I’m always, forever, yours. After all it is what I desire the most. The freeing, feeling I can’t imagine the lowering of our guards, our bare all, and the nakedness of being undressed of the things we try to hide. Tenderly, speaking feeling his breath of each word that passes through his lips are so inviting to me. 

So if not now but when? Just as the tide draws in and out the waves erase each foot print left in the sand just as my desires. Even with all that has been said, I can still break a dollar and make change out of your ass.
My Coin

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Acceptance Part 1

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Lewis, Y.K

“Knowing what one is today was decided by one’s choices made yesterday”. Author Unknown.

My heart aches, of loneliness of saying goodbye. Wanting one’s other half, but at what cost? Stolen moments, only remind you that they are just that stolen. Unable to return to sender. How can you give love back, was it ever that? Or a lustful act of an immature heart of a young girl. Still, she feels it today just as yesterday. Intimacy, as pen to hand, hand to paper, paper to ink. That is handled with care, every stroke of the hand that danced along the lines of this page. Feeling the connection of the touch, softly, caressing finger tips gripping the pen, as the rod of his body. Back and forwarded, is her hand, each stroke of each word every letter in every sentence.

So caring, softly touching, his face still all are just that stolen. Unable to erase it, because the ink has stained the paper, unable to forget this, unable to be more than just those moments. Realizing that he was never meant to be yours. My, breath is shallow, my joy is gone. I once said I would give up the past, I didn’t mean him. Fate has her own plans for me. I forgot what I was told in the “LIGHT”, when I was in the dark. Darkness is always easily found. This time, I will be obedient and take my Father’s lead. Once, I didn’t listen and I paid the cost dearly. With sorrow, pain, unhappiness, abuse, sadness, and loss. The price was higher than I imagine, unknowingly I had also enlisted the innocence as co-signers, for my disobedience.

Traumatic, to endure the loss of a child. So tragic is my story. Being with child, not one but two, so beautiful to me. One is taken in such a violent way, I knew I must be dying. So much blood in this small space. Fear has taken me. Coming home in this drug induced haze I slept. To my surprise one remained, untouched by this cruel act. I heard the closing of the door, as I was awaken by the sound. I walked, into that small space to find that a towel was placed over my child. Unable to see clearly so many tears, I harden my heart with a determination to get through this. I, lovingly removed my child’s remains from the floor of that small space.

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Wonder

Wonder© 2013
Written By
Lewis, Y.K

I wonder what love is. Wondering have I found it, is it hard to recognize?
A distant moment in time when I knew of it, Mother’s touch, a kiss from a lover, a glance in a mirror, not seeing me. I wonder what is love, a feeling of warmth deep down inside. Knowing a smile of a child.  Seeing age of men through eyes of sin, I wonder could you find happiness at the end of a rainbow, in a field of flowers blooming in the sun.