A mother's gift

Her daughter's

smile.

Little ballerina your birthday has passed
Momma will always be here
                                                   Momma's love will last
                Momma won't leave you,
I never will stray away.
Hunny momma is here tommorrow
              Ballerina your
M
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       M.                E.        To
          A.            R.                S
             S.        E.                   T
                    H.                         A
                                                   Y.

I made a move
You pushed me away
We laughed, cried, our love was decayed.
I remembered after you left, that you made me your slave.
In love no one should be in slavery, baby you misbehaved.

Tiger's await their prey,
Big cat's sit
And
Wait for-
A ****.
Snakes always bite\
Poisonous (never enough)
Their fang's get no fill.

I should have known better
Releasing the thread
I was concerned but yet OK for myself to feel content
Yet content I went through the traffic of life, leg's crossed
Arms were bent forward in a state of comfortable position.
Yet when crying didint lose my invention,
Of the better things to come
I slapped my hand back
And now I'll live
And have fun.

Self
Lubricated poetry
To loosen your bowels
My words
To be my
Poetry
B
     E
   N
D

Over for me
Let me hear your
Howl

Brooks and rivulets
Unconfined in their
Moves,
Silken
Rocks
Slip the slopes.
Amphibians
Bathe in
Truth.
Bubbles
Float the sky
Above, ripples
Dance the sand,
The crescent
Is the guidance helper
Shining light with
Sunshine's hand's.
Together though
They wrench and
Sob, no longer right
Can they do their job.
No longer in harmony
They beg dear God.
Let us die,
Let us be renewed.
The universe along
With the the sun and
Moon, suffers to.

A young girl at heart
     A woman in
metamorphosis

The low lands call
I am tempted to answer
They are offering me a free dwelling
Without having to conquer

The massive mountain makes its move
Beckoning me to ascend
A much more difficult path
To get up the slippery bend

I cannot choose both
I have a choice to make
I must be wise
This will determine my fate

Ciudad de México
mojado en pena
fracaso a hombre

We create trespasses
With our tongue
We create blessings
As well. Your lips can
Lead you to heaven
Your tongue can
Lead you to
Hell.

Let the streams of colors *******
Where it may
Let the sunshine turn to my paths sublime
Perfection in openings shade.
Let the willows grace me
With cold chills
And warm hours.
Let the entrance
Into the galaxy
Make me see clearer
In my journey.

Where you are
I am
Where its far
Distant, I need your best friendship.
I'm heavy on your demand,
There by your side
As your bride
Who
Will do
All.

I was wearing a brooch
That night, with a red
Latin dress. You did not
Notice I was trying my
Best. You cared how you
Looked, didn't care for me
Though, you wanted to go
Grab a foreign drink, and
Watch a Mexican movie for
A dose. A dose of my lips
Up on top the back theatre,
If only I would have known
Your qualities were that of a
Woman beater. But I was fog
Headed, blinded by your cool
Guy seduction. Now look at me
Unhappy, dead, messed in my head
From your web of lies, the string of
Suicide now shatters my view on
Anything new and now I'm new so
I'm better off being without you.
I feel much more productive,
Gracias: monster from my old
City.

Courteous it is hard to
Be in a world full
Of spite, bitterness-
A compilation of
Creatures that
Breathe the fear's
That they give.
It's easier to die
Then to live,
Though vitality
Is what wakes me.
Makes me a cordial
Free-floating
Free-thinking
And a being that wants to learn
More with more time here on earth.
Soul-uplifting
Soul-survivor
Soul
Search.
Soul found.
Not stuck
Not jailed
Not in the ground.
For I've been found
By my god
For my god
Is always
Nonstop,
Like the wind
Coming in-
Side my head
As I can hear his
appellation like a bomb go
Off in the most beautiful manner
POP-

Starlight-
Starbright
Won't you shine
Your light
Tonight.

See-through
An angel moves
Towards the coffins
Of granite
Groove's.

Cherish all
You can
Today.

Break your
Chains
Make heaven's
Stay.

So do not
Stray away from
Course, let go
Of anger
Human remorse.

For time is
Quick, and time
Is short.

Jump from
The abyss
To gods
Lit porch.

Their will be lanterns
Lit for you
Prayers aren't
Answered by your
Willing moves.

Yes god does hear
He (#) (#)
You through.

If your plans don't
Work, there are
Bigger shoes.

Shoes that you
Cannot surely
Fill, step into
Light and
Indulge in glow
That's real.

Make your
Decisions
Not based on flesh.

See the spirit
Lead you to
It's best.

For your flesh
Will lead you
Astray.

Dios, the answer
To your slumbered
Days.

It's
Already
The
Year
2016/
\hoping
This year
Will be better
Than it
Seems.

I am
Macrosmatic
When it comes
To smelling
Fear. I am
The tittynope
Of my past self,
Head rising to
The clear.

I'm
A modern
Day
Senora
And a former
Day sora.

Preeminent excursion
I need to feel sustenance,
Accessible I want
Not a vegetable stunt-
Closeness seems close
Though so far off.

Other's cry
I've
Learned to
Laugh and cough
Out all the diseases
That try to ruin me.

I'm worthy
More than
I'm hopeful
Of a life with
No demand.

I'm a one girl band
Her legs upon the window sill,
My eyes peak to the farthest neighbor,
Though seems only I am real,
To numb out what is the average.
To overcome would be real
But what's real? Sénor? Sénora?

Knitted in with
The greats
Be-
Fore
Me.
I can see Pablo Neruda
Creating amor from visuals. I can
Picture the bright star
Born from John Keats.
I can sense Oscar Wilde's wild smile.
I can listen to George Herbert pleading
To
God.
I can touch la Vita Nuova, of Dante-
Master of the
Divine comedy,
I'd shake the hands
Of these poets trees,
I'd ask can you give me advice
On
How to
Write?
Pretty please?

At least
On
This I can
Be humble
And say I have
transgressed
And my life
Has

F
U
M
B
L
E
D

Men treat us women
As plastic made
Underpaid
Dumb hog
Tied slaves
They create
For us
Graves
And say'

'Babe, I'm sorry'

Grab a smile
Let the sun
Shine through
It, today your
Alive girl
Be happy,
Take your
Time, no
Need to rush
Angelina
Don't
Forget.
Don't forget
When you
Pass by a stranger
Tell them amor
By your actions
And words, sweet syrupy
Curds to drink down
And gulp back.
Take it easy
Girl- relax.

Em
Pty-
Means
I'm on
E.E.E,
Need a fill
Up please,
Not the watered down
Dreams- Em
Pty- need full,
I'm not a fool
For fools, I'm not
A girl for tools,
Or imaginative planning.
Words mean
So little
Actions are high betting,
Actions mean all
When the words are
Anecdotal guessings.
Show me act-----
Ions-------- I'll show
You my wo-rd-s
By my
Actions!

They classify
Me as
A saint
Not a sinner
I'm both
I'm both dead
Living,
I'm heavenly
With a realm
Of a sinnish
Hellish
Center

Alter egos are such as legos. Trying to connect the dots to the spots. And we push out the bad ones and exes who forgot.
Just how
mu
ch
p
a
i
n
they caused us. They have no clue of the severity. Heres my thought for my ex and exes before him
on the alter ego clarity.

Gentle mind
Peaceful path
A
    L
      L
        A
          R
           O
             U
              N
               d
                 M
                   E
     Kisses
                S
                 M
                   O
                     O
                       T
                         H....

Hate
Fate
Escape
Tape
My
Mouth
Shut
I can't
Shut
Up
Because
I was
Tied
Down
For no
Heard
Sound's
I'm
A
Victim
Of
Abuse.
I
Took
A bullet
Bit the string of
Shoes,
Punched
Kicked
Called
*****
****,
*****
Now
I'm
Unchain­ed
No longer
Shut up:
Open
Claimed,
By god
Better
By the world
Who cares for it.
No one needs the world
I know I dont.

I don't want to be
Chilled to
The
Spine
I Need
Hot and
Warm
Compression.
For those who
Don't think right
That means
Amor's sweet cuddle
Satisfaction.

I want a glass of
Wine
That
Is
Not
Bitter but tastes like sweet grapes.

I want a glass of
Time
Where I can spill
Out
My lyrics like wine
And have peace
In a poetic
Place.

There's
A heavy
Burden
Upon my
Shoulder's.
I'm sick of
Playing the
Clown,
My edge
Is getting
Closer.

I have much
Better
Purpose'
Then just being
Some woman.
I have much
Better
Purpose
Than even what
I know.
I have a better purpose
May God let it grow.

Mellow mood
Has spoke
And sung
In elegant
finesse.
Perspiration breaks
My chest-
From the stress
Of all the cargo.
Body restless from
Caffeine
As my frown
Is getting known.
Don't need no
Smart\
Phone to check my pulse.
I'll be patient
In this continuance of
Loss.

To much false
In fake.
To many fakes
To make the false
What it is.
Starting to believe
Nothing's real anymore.

My watery eyes
Have been brush
S
  T
R
O
K
  E
D
To mankind's lies,
So I tidy up
Package myself into
A shell
And sing hush
Angelina
Fall asleep to
Lullabies,
Where young girls
Cry. You can find me there.

Defying talk of cheap
corroboration
They have none to sweep.
Mounds of memories
Overdosed to last thought
Again defying my language
Your talk is cheap you bought.
So buy it somewhere else
I'm making a new life,
Defy me, I'll defy you
I'll live for me,
You can die for you.

I see the clouds
As big holders
Of poetry

Ready to
R
A
I
N

D
O
W
N
On me.

Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.”

Open
Ears
Shut
Fears
Downed
Drowned
In years
Of tears
I've never
Known

Like today-

Smoking crux
In its time

Like a diamond
To me it shines.

The vessel rewinds
Beats so steady-
The heart is
Soft, though
Hardness heavy.

So many follow
And choose the
Path, of hardening
Their drumming

Jingle flasks.

Some flasks hold
Pure good blood,
Some are in dying,

Some live for love-
My heart has let go
Of all former aches,
My heart now bongo's
To tempos grace.

Make a wish
And make it twice
Have I been
The naughty, or nice.
I need a life
I want a life
Spicy, dicey, over the top
I don't want Normal
Normal is shot.
I want different
Something of new
Something not here
I wanted you
But you aren't you
No more!
I am you
Taking your dagger
Taking your swag
You climbed up my throat
Came out into a bag
Your sickness kills me
Downs me in liquor
They say liquor is quicker
But seems your pains injection
Hits fast.

The life
Taken out of me.
Take your dagger
Out of me please.
You smell,
Of liquor and smoke
On your kisses
I once choked
No more
I'm not your *****
I'm not your girl.
Don't call me your one
I'm me, and I'll be leaving soon
So sit aside
And you go cry
In daddy's room:
Tear a piece
Of my hair
Keep it packaged
I do not care
I'm sick
Of the abuse
But one thing
Goodbye
I always loved you
I always tried
I always cried
This is my
Forgiving you.

A hard days work doesn't mean a hard days no return. A hard days gift, doesn't mean a hard man's heart. A heart that is hardened, is like a rotten tomato: sweet on the out the inner a loser to everyone.

maby for once I will find a peach that's tender and ready for one drip of my sugary intermingle.
Make his legs tingle.

Not any in my direction'
Losers seem to be
Infected

I'm not some
Cha cha cha
Chia
Pet
Where you can
Water my head
With lies
And watch me
Grow.

I'm more of the
Fly catcher

That catches you,
Churns you in
My salivic poison

I sit back while you
Drown
In my soiling
Growth.

Medical practitioners
Will tell you get to
The e.r if you have
An
()E--------r-------e-c----t----i-----o----n)
Lasting longer than four hour's.
Flip
That channel boy:
I tell you as
Your nurse,
If you have an
*******
Lasting longer than normal men,
Get back in that room
Make your woman happy
At least try
Or pretend.

Grace
Glace
Across
My
Face.

A taste
No waste
Clean
My slate.

Bubbled
Conviction
No judge
Your intentions

Amor
My door
Backdoor
Sneak in.

The key
Is left
Beside the bed
My red Scarlet
Dress.

Take
Me
To
A faraway place
Where I forget my
Name
Sènor.

Was I
Your doll
Or was I your ****
Was I some mistress
Someone to be your front
Was I anyone,
Who were you even!
You tried me
Lied to me
In you I'm not
Believing.
Deceiving,
*****
Scoundrel
Round me your square girl
I'm not some number
This isn't college
This isn't any knowledge
Of any
Real
Man
I
  K
     N
          O
              W!

Why am I this way
Why
Won't it
Go
A-
Way. No More
Sorrow, come again
Another day. Pain
Opening to scars to tar
Decay. Decayed in
Fleshly illness.

Sick.
Popped brain matter
To make poetry
From slate.

Shade me
In your
Grey.
Take the
Pencil
Draw
My
Life away.