this whole "getting over you" thing
might sound easy.
just be happy, they say.
but it's a bit hard when everything reminds me of you.
from bumper stickers, to whole cities
you're linked to most everything i know
so this would be easy if you weren't so important
but you were,
well are.
****, it's hard

i was taught
to always hand scissors with the blade
inside my clutch
facing myself
and the handle facing out
so I never hurt
anyone else
Since a young age
I was always taught
that it was better
to hurt myself
than anyone else.

Knowing your worth is priceless... knowing who you are makes you a force-- to be reckoned with, knowing who's you are empowers you and positions you for greatness. Let, No-One devalue you... Let, No-One ever make you feel less-than; give-- no-one the power to dictate who you are, or who you should be. You are a Queen born into purpose... The deep calls unto the deep. Only a true King can see, find, hear, feel, taste, or understand a true Queen... He sees beyond her flesh and into her spirit; He's able to feel her pain, hear her hearts-cry, and make love to her soul; without ever touching her. He brings her healing and protection with all that's within him... because he sees her worth and values her being. Iron sharpens iron.... Only a true Queen can find, hear, see,feel,and touch a real King in a way that, he's never known but has always dreamed of. Only a true Queen knows how to build a King. She encourages him, Lifts- Him-up, catches him when he falls---before he hits the ground. She feels him from miles away... He's locked inside of her; with her he feels safe. A true Queen is there at his side... She's his ride-or-die, She's his life, world, and pride. She never brings him shame.... She puts him first and gives joy to his name. The King is covering for his Queen ...For her, He'd freely give his life. A Queen encompasses her King. Shielding him from all harm and strife. You are Royal... Know your place. Born for greatness... for such a time as this. Live- With Purpose, Laugh-It confuses your enemies, and Love- Without- Conditions and Beyond- Words. To: My Kings... I celebrate you and all that you do... all that you are, and all that you will become. To: My Queens... I celebrate, appreciate, and applaud you; for all that you do, will do, all that you are, and all that you will become. Arise... My Kings and My Queens: and Be Blessed. Walk in the beauty, the power, the greatness that is you!

I Looked beyond his hollow face, to a smile-- I tried to trace, but I couldn't get beyond the pain; so I stopped and stared again.  Looked  beyond the eyes and deep into the soul, to see the story never he told. Beyond the darkness, Beyond the rain, Beyond hatred, Beyond shame. he loved so once, when he had life... He called her lover and she called him wife. He loved so deeply within his mind, He thought she cared about his kind. Why, Did she run into the  arms of another... Another him under-cover? A sweet kiss he gave that night, Right before he took her life. Eyes saw them engaged as one, He reached over and got his gun; shot them once to the head... Kissed their passion--- Left them dead. now, I look into that face and see... the smile I tried to trace; One so happy... One so gay; of a killer that got away.

Over me like a painted rainbow, Under me like the earth... when there's snow. Into me like a knife so deep, One with me like my skin, that weeps...Weeping for a time before -- you came and caused me hurt,  Leaving me shame. Over me.. My Brother, Sister, one time friend.... Under me... My Mother, Father, and so many kin. Like a glove you would wear me...inside-out, tight-fit... you would say, then like a glove toss me away. Over me, Like a heart-a-tack, Killing me so true. Under me like a bomb...in the midst of me and you. I know how we got here, Don't know why you came; Looking down on my body, that you brought so much shame. Mother don't you cry, Father don't you weep. Brother I want tell a soul, Sister not a peep. Over me, The earth...the cold- cold earth. Under me, The hell that you left me... in--at birth. Over me, Like a rainbow, painted-- I can't see; Lost was the life that, You came and took from me.

Touch me in a way that makes my soul yield...causing me to give all of myself. Kiss me in a way that, makes my heart sing... the kind of song that, brings chills to the whole body and takes ones breath away. Hold me with passion and make love to my soul... be the beat in my chest... I'll give you rest, from all that might harm.  My skin I shed to keep you warm... Touch me beyond the physical, make love to my spiritual... take me deep into non-******; and make me wet with your intellect...I surrender to your tender. I'm wet... Mind, Body, and Soul.... I scream-- take me... take control. All, I want... All- That- I- need is your touch.