picutre by Laurie Cooper
(my original piece to this is very uplifting, it is entitled "Brother/Brotha to Thyself Be True" it goes: I know in this time of trials and tribulations, the world is picking is tryin' your patience, pray...for you were never meant to survive)


enjoy you valentiners out there..........

Again death finds me on the floor
1300 on my breath
empty pill bottle by the door
the heaviest thing on my body is my mind
it done built walls so high
that the Angels cry
I am blocking their paths
So wide is my equator line
And so low demons climb and take hold
Such an easy target am i

As I lay
He picks me up taking
Me away
The most beautiful angel
I saw him in a dream
Dark skin like
Ancestors glistening
And his eyes held colors of blue skies
And I was swept away

His touch burn through
My skin
Making my nerves play
Stretching me cross the sky
And covering my eyes
To this sin
And I am yearning
Pools of thunder flowing
And I am burning
To let him in

Liquid flows from my every inch
Screaming I want it
Please touch it
Say you love it
Hold it baby
Mold it baby
Shame rinsed down the drain
Unclogged by years and years
Of loneliness

(perfect example of woman waiting on Prince Charming,
darling didn’t you know his plate was full)

(no not for the Prince of Darkness he always have room)

Bare as the world
He shows me stripped
From all her grace
Take my hand
And have the run of this place
Senses drowned
Pushing away reasons
My lust tellin’ my brain
Body moving in vain
We do so need him

Pills and bottles
Are such a tiresome solution
And you know how that tends to go
Hospital rooms full of magicians
Waving winds and pouf
Send you back home
My head spins
To dining
And fireplaces
And chocolates
And diamonds
And I love yous
That falls off the lips
Into the wind
That leaves as easy as it came

And he came to “me”
The most beautiful angel
And spreaded out my wings
And as he left me with
Worms crawling out of my womb
He lit the cross on my wall
Smiled and said to himself
Out loud
Here lays another one


Angel watching on
Might have been a dream
For I still hear the Doves song
(what is it babies and fools?)





Now you know I had to do it…………….Happy Valentine Day