poem – Beneath The Canvas

The Nesting Ground

As I recline into the nesting ground of my thoughts My eyes evade retiring for the night.

Hello Old Friend

Your body felt hollow and light, out of sync as my fingers tighten and released tension to your neck.

Art on rooftops

My neck was swaying with the rooftops as my eyes were seduced by the artistic ensembles of colours, shapes and stories.

The day the devil forgot his armour he met a warrior, She was clothed in righteousness and cleansed by the blood of the lamb She bore the whole armour, helmet, sword, breastplate, belt, sandals The demon appeared on a train, eyes pierced and transfixed on her He tried to overthrow her stand He presented his cards ofContinue reading “Light…”

Perfection…..

The lightness of our conversation was the same as the weather Light, warm, full of banter and changed every 5 minutes All in a day we were connected by vines of music, comics, clothes and whatever I laughed, you laughed, I teared, you cried It was nice Then you called me perfect In that momentContinue reading “Perfection…..”

I keep on falling….

Chasing money till my roots grew old without a pass in the shadows Medullar oblingata my breathe has gone stoccata Into the deep where the river stopped flowing Life stopped for me but it continued for you Was I too selfish to protect me from thee or pretend like we never existed between the thickContinue reading “I keep on falling….”

Home……

Home is where we started but my heart left to go home Still longing to be united with the glaze of winter snow

To kill an ambitionite….

I HAD A DREAM, i killed a dream in a cloud of doubt and resentment It left a bitterness in my eyes as i looked to the hills and cried…LORD please help me Veins contracting retracting, a spurge, a spark, i see light and then dark

Back from the wilderness…

Spent a few days in the wilderness in my mind Thought it was true experience but all i heard were lies by the enemy Corrupting the one true voice that directs me..to life

One day we will grow old…….

One day we will grow old and finish riding the streams of life, we will do it together, not leave the fun behind but flick through every chart of happiness sing the tune to love over and over until we lose our senses, but let’s try and figure life out first Inspiration…draft Topic…poem Opinion..stated

International Woman’s Day

I’ve inherited a heart so warm it cures the heaviest tears, Floods of laughter that brighten the dampest spirit, A smile so wide i forget yesterdays night sky Oh when i look at you, i see a reflection of these eyes, A gap into; the earth stays still; as i pass through the middle ofContinue reading “International Woman’s Day”

Beauty for the minds eye….

Last week I was a supermodel, 3 days ago I became obese, the difference in time didn’t change my physiology, the mind behind the eyes saw a difference entirely, Slender became desirable and an additional inch became irrelevant. Who is to say either is correct, If beauty is in the eye of the beholder then I chooseContinue reading “Beauty for the minds eye….”