Where My Pictures Come to Life
I TAKE DELIGHT IN BEING OBLIVIOUS.
SOCIAL SUBTERFUGE, THESE BLOODSUCKING VILLAINS
I’M A WALKING AMBIGUITY, RUNNING FROM ALL BIAS AMIDST
I FIND COMFORT IN BEING ABSTEMIOUS BUT THEY ALWAYS COME WITH THE “TEA”
BANTA, VENOM
I’M IN MY HIDEAWAY
I KNOW IT CASTS AWAY THE LIGHT BUT TO DISREGARD THE CROWD, I MUST
TO REINFORCES THE VISIONARY LINKS, I WILL
IF YOU DISENTANGLE MY WORDS, IT’S NOT THE CROWD, IT’S THE NOISE WITHIN THE CROWD
NO LONGER WILL I TOLLERATE THE NOISE WITHIN THE CROWD, I’M DONE.
What’s beneath the icing that melts?
What’s beneath the house that crumbles?
Like fuel to the car,
Like wings on an angel
Indeed, it’s the bewitching configures of a female being,
blessed is her anchorage
Who’s hidden thoughts do you seek to descry?
There’s a genie in the bottle
There’s a woman ‘tween the shadows of her peers
forced into being of something she isn’t,
To dine with the devil
Devine wine please speak up
Revive or perish,
Lambaste in thorns
She’s loosing herself in his horns
Urges to be free but never makes it to an open gate
She tries to be like the rest but dogfights alienation vis a vis mates
She grasps that the world is flat and she a rolling stone.
What If We Fixed Each Other’s Crowns?
Please Teach Me, Not To Survive But To Thrive
Remind Me I’m Deserving Of The World When I Rant In Doubt.
Catch My Halo In Jeopardy
There’s No Need To Lick My Wounds If I Bleed.
Teach Me To Love The Taste Of Mine
Like Honey It Will Sweeting My Taste Buds
