Peace...new poem

It's a sign

It's the pointer and the middle finger combined

It's the protest against war

It's a baby's face as he or she smiles within their sleep

It's the elements of a void fulfilled

It's the calm of the storm

It's the silence in the room

It's the art of humanity

It's the call of all religions

It's what we all desire in the innermost place of self

It's that refreshed slumber you've awaken from

It's the sunrise and the sunset

All natural elements of the earth

But for me one thing surpasses all this

God's love

Everlasting peace...

B.poetic.

Living...new poem

I wake up in the morning

I praise God

I look outside

I check my phone

I lay in bed a little while longer

I fall back into a coma deep sleep

I wake up again

Give God another shout out

And start the day...

This is my daily pattern

This is also my daily struggle

I'm focused on the big things but its the little things that count

I wonder what my day would consist of as a mother, a philanthropist, activist, feminist, a politician, a protester, a social worker, a laborer in a sweatshop, a beautician, a beauty queen...ha

Would I grasp the picture depicted to me on a daily or would I be wishing or rather praying for my daily as a child would in a third world country?

I walk to the corner store to get something to eat

Say hi to the Japanese owner Ms. Lee

Walk back to the house

Taking a look at the sky and sweating in this humidity

Crack jokes till night falls

Walk upstairs

Take a shower

Walk to my room

Close the light and let the AC blast till the day starts over again

...and I call this living?

I have yet to experience such a thing.

b.poetic

Scared...new poem

My heart is racing

Adrenaline is pumping

My tear ducts are filling

My body is burning

My heart is aching

I'm scared

I may say I'm alright but clearly I'm not

I may say I'm cool but evidently my body has another story to tell

I'm losing weight

Not that necessary weight that all females want to lose for all the right reasons

You know tis the season for the summer body but my body is going through it

I'm eating one meal a day not knowing what the darkness might bring

I close my eyes to sleep and I start dreaming of false hopes

Anger fills my chest as I expell the contents of my mind and the things every crevice of it has held for years through my lips

But yet I wake up and those things remain unsaid

I hope and pray for a new day but at the end I still feel this unavoidable void

So the sadness begins to creep upon me

Wraps me in its garments of torture and softly speaks into my ears the things I avoid daily

I desire to purge this soul of mine but who can I run to when I'm simply

Scared

Fear is etched on my skin

My aura reeks of the stench and everyone can smell it upon me

My heart beats

My soul cringes

My mind races beyond the fog

Love can make you do some crazy things

Feel certain ways

Like an uncertain high where you just smoke just to see if you've reached your peak but inhale the deepest of clout

But tonight I closed my eyes

Opened my heart

The innermost chambers thereof and prayed for the first time in months

Fear is uncertainty

Being scared is the momentum of uncertainty

Prayer clears the conscience and transforms this clout into a sound thought

I'm me again

b.poetic

p.s. take a look at this

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IE9EGfrTH1s

Drunk...new poem

Intoxicated
A wino filled with emotions that cease to exist when the bottle touches the lips
Warm liquids fill the throat and the equilibrium is thrown off suppressing those feelings that i should be addressing
Intoxicated
My eyes shine with a beautiful gloss shiner than a pearl discover beyond the seas crevices
Your face is a blur and your words enter my ear canal as if the wind mimics your voice sweet and hot like humidity of a summers night
Taking flight are you words above my head because clearly I haven't even soaked in what you've said to me
I'm intoxicated
Walking as if a baby has taken its first steps and yet I fall on the sediments of the concrete jungle and begin to wonder will i ever reach the highest peak of these skies above me
Here you are lending me a hand
I see black for a second
I blink my eyes and cold sweat covers my brow
The taste of bile is on my lips
I look and yet the kaleidescope of colors of each street is before me
Hues of red, yellow, green, blue, and soft whites
Oh how i love the city
My equilibrium returns
I taste liquor on my tongue
I taste sweat on my lips
Heat rises and falls slowly
We walk underground to go our separate ways and walk above soon to see the morning light
What a night to remember

b.poetic