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secret descriptions by myself

love is a powerful thing
it knows no face or status
that's why it's so wealthy

love is not for the weak
it takes true devotioin, maturity & importance
faith and...patience

love is communication
speaking through the silence
sometimes without saying anything

love is a rhythm
a beat living in the eyes
thumping from the heart

love is you and me
an entity in my soul
secretly longing to dance with you

morning showers by myself

under shower heads

this is how i miss you
under shower heads
sweat swimming w/ salty tears
my fears, that you'll never be back
back to me, factually
i know will never be
cause you're there with him
i miss you, refer to you two as them
cause you don't reach out to me
i beseech thee
come back to me
i miss you in the shower
and by the hour
the water grows colder
your head's not on my shoulder
and i wanna collapse
from sheer heartbreak
and the stars shake
when the sky falls
and you don't call
me anymore
the water drops hit the floor
my pain pours...
through my pores
i touch myself
fantasizing we
you holding me
though it'll never be

this is how i miss you

magnolias + timberlands© by myself

strange scene in the morning serene
hanging fruit dripping blood
attracting rotten flies
here hangs a thug
nauseating to the heart
across the sparse sets of magnolias
i see timberlands
hanging on the feet of my brothers
gnarled roots snare in an evil manner
and i can only gape
w/ ambiguous emotions
painted on my face
tears drench my entire body
leaking from my soul
pouring through my pores
grief beyond grievance, God..help
why are my brothers hanging
are they hanging around?
what happened to them
lifeless bodies hovering above the ground?
confusion conflicting my concepts
conceptualization of reality
feeling helpless, how can i
can i stop this?
w/ the rhetoric, i pray for answers
what is the stipulation?
i try to cut the ropes
resisting explanation
the rage inside makes me
makes me feel hollow
and restraint fails
as i relinquish hell from my lips
cause somebody killed my brothers
stole their fathers
pimped their mothers
made them swinging statistics
eaten alive, i see
the irony of it all
how in a system perpetuated
it was genocide through suicide
they replaced the bulging eyes
with big, baggy clothes
and the deferred smiles and lies
w/ rhinestones and zirconias
and ironic enough
it's us because of who we are
not how we think it's supposed to be
because of the nearing commercialization of a culture
ironic enough
some of my brothers didn't know
enough, too tough
they hung themselves
in the old days
reconstruction days
they hung our fathers
on magnolias and timberlands
things so sweet and natural
made treacherous
made mother earth betray her sons
her sons swinging in the southern breeze