Playground (1 John 3:7) (Psalms 118:8)

granny always told me to beware of strangers
mommy told me to fight back
when bullies wanted to take my place
but recess conquered all my childish fears
and sparkled a radiance upon my face
eager as a child going outside to play
i played in the playground of this man's mind
i rolled around the warm sand of his arms
swung higher and higher on the swing of his words
i slid down the slide of his body
i quickly and strongly climbed the monkey bars of hope
careless and free this playground became my world
i knew to be home before the street lights awoke
the sky was now a blended contrast of colors
the sun began to set
but wait! there was one thing i haven't done
one thing i haven't played on yet
i joyfully sprinted to the see-saw
knowing this would top the run back home
i sat down and realized there was no balance
all this time i had been playing all alone
i became angry at this man
and was timid to go back out and play
until one morning a friend came by and took my hand
never looking back to the playground
recess was now in the promise land
i am no longer angry as my granny tucks me into bed
i fall into a field of playful dreams
swimming in rivers of candies' sweetness
climbing mountains of my favorite icecreams
i play in the mind of another man
they call him Jesus Christ
mommy says i can come home only when i need rest
because this place knows nothing of night and street lights

You Survived

Silent tears drops around the rim of the glass
Another closed casket of a best friend
Another back of another man in distant view
fairytales for real, reality for pretend
I sit and I look outside the window
watching each and every person that passes my way
Which one do I help save today
I have overcome that which at the time i couldn't accomplish
Although i cry and the tears fall upon my glass
I am happy to have broke free
I refuse to be dead weight
relying on everything else to hold me up
I refuse to live my life in defeat
for no man will I crawl

The Poet's Mission

Deceitful actions,
hurtful lies,
mindless thinkin,
waste of time,
able to save others
but herself..
7 seconds from being a whisper in the dark
rest in peace my soldier, my sister
but you wouldn't know how much this woman is dying
but you wouldn't know how much this woman had been crying
you won't see her many lines of worry
or the dark circles from sleep deprivation
but you'll always see her concentration
yearning for the penetration that will exceed to an ejaculation
to the depths of her mind
craving for stimulation to create a climax of a lyrical manifestation
that will impregnate a life
that will be her escape
when those who surround her claim her fate
this extravaganza will slide chills up and down her spine
her world in eternal bliss
from the knowledge this woman will possess
the rain will come down jus to kiss her lips
the sun will massage her body with warmth
like masculine hands dipped in enhancement oil
the wind will breeze it's fingers from her scalp to the tips of her hair
she'll straddle the clouds and ride into the sky
she'll feel so much comfort
like a lover holding her tight, staring into her starry eyes
lightning would halt its strike in the mist of her presence
thunder would vibrate the earth to acknowledge her presence
this supremeness at her request
will bless her with verbs, adjectives, clauses, vocabulary
conjunctions Webster hasn't heard of yet
who would thought ecstasy could flow through a poetic blood line
the cry out of others is not hard for her to find
so she ignores the afflictions of her flesh
the battle of her emotions
the cruelty of people
her well overflows, she pours out truth to heal their souls
persistently she loves this condition
to reach other's mind is the poet's mission

The Manipulator

To manipulate is to be manipulated
See the person who was manipulated
Tries hard not to repeat getting manipulated
so she does the manipulation unrecognized and
At the end of the day she becomes
What she has been trying to escape from...
The Manipulator
To be continued.....