Cityscapes and Skylines ~*

Cityscapes & Skylines…. rustic vintage parcels… Flickering images distorted with no flash exzuming from out dirty lenses… Entrapment… Concrete prisons playing home to do many filthy rats, trapped in, lost, blind and weary… Narccissistic Judges playing kingpin to abandoned warehouses and small complex buildings… Homeless veterans engulf every dark alley, street corner, park bench, and dumpster site that may have an allotted free space to create a room out of cardboard for a 24 hour span… What seems to be a high-end neighborhood flooded with prostitutes and junkies… Spaced out on probably Neptune somewhere… In the underground Subways are the easy going simple men hustling dollar bills daily… Spit Shining a 20 year old instrument made of brass delivering mostly joyous tunes… as they glance into your eyes with such a peircing gaze, almost makes you feel like your obligated …, Looking for their confirmation of a job well done by the payment from out your pocket so they can receive the pleasure of another hot meal that evening… Wow, the simple men huh… Yes, I know many of them… I always seem to scale my pockets with good intentions of rewarding them with a crisp paper bill… Yet, between the lent and my pack of cigarettes…. I only come out with rusted brown pennies and if they are really lucky a few shiny, silver nickels and dimes… I hate the subway… Scandalous indeed…The smells, the noise, the inconsiderate jerks who withhold no morals or manners…

Upscale, high profile – old money and new money, always seem to congregate in Uptown as they call it… Streets that you can walk down with no hassles or fears of being mugged… Clean streets where people actually obey traffic signs… No bars on the windows of stores… The neighborhoods where authorities may actually view the cameras if something should arise of problematic nature… Cities divided… Neighboods divided… Then I ponder about the fact that some people actually wonder why we are a Country divided??? Ok… Pour naive souls… So thirsty for change, yet so in lack of the actual tools required to make changes become reality!!! … But yes… Cityscapes and skylines*** smog, clutter, and confusion… I for one will continue my journey in the country… Nothing appeals to me me much, in those twinkling, distant lights – of Cityscapes and Skylines***

Our Of Sight

Underestimate Me*** That shall be a good time… In search somewhere between the lines of what is genuinely divine… Still the answers I can’t find… Stuck in a wormhole in a parallel universe… How long have I been lingering as dead weight?… Frozen in time… To unwind the deepest of mysteries, would be to crack the code on the safe… I can’t put a stop to the sand in the hourglass… Destination unknown of any place that’s truly safe… A mate, a partner… I know of not one… So let me float still here in orbit… A combustion of flames moving back towards the sun… What’s done is done… The ending gets much better… Collapsing of many moons… Embracement of the energy once shared together…. Seeking those affirmations of the most yearned for 4 letters… It was clever to escape… The rising of the new sun… I’ve yet to encounter the enhanced benefits of dispersing emotional connection with a real someone… Are you stunned? You seem discouraged as I align you with these truths… I only speak of my personal confessions… I’ve never linked my truths to you… I can only do what I’m destined to do…. I love all yet trust few… I swore this you already knew… Like the due produced by a sunrise… I stand awakened by all spectrum of light… I see the sheep are still asleep… As I’m out of sound and *** Out Of Sight***

Orchestrated on Repeat*

Bittersweet symphanies ~ orchestrated on repeat ~ Never allowing me any breathing room ~ suffocating to the twining that replays in every beat ~ Steep slopes get sharper ~ Every note is out of tune ~ Nothing plays in one accord ~ Flutes are flat & Trumpets are blown without proper placement of the keystrokes ~ The violinist is playing the piano because her strings need tightening… But all the keys being played on the Black and White masterpiece are muffled and flat ~ No more painted lady squealing Opera House to the lover she can’t have ~ So forbidden are the fruits of her labor ~ How long will she whale on ~ She may as well take her own life rather than spending a lifetime singing those blues ~ Saxaphone and harmonica now that is a jazz and blues mix ~ Can you fix your deaf ear to hear it ~ It’s the composition of a jolted, melodic twist ~ Clarinets screeching from broken reeds and trumbones unable to be blown out due to the lack of elbow room ~ It’s too crowded in this classical amusement park ~ The music stands for holding sheet music in place are leaning and bent ~ Like a ripple effect ~ falling one by one in the direction of the orchestrator ~ I bet he didn’t see that 1 coming ~ How he wishes now to be back in that old, small town as the band director to a tiny fleet of freshman ~ How simple it all was back in that old, small town ~ He still loved music then ~ all shapenotes and forms of sound ~ He no longer held a place for the splendor of a symphony in his untamed heart ~ I suppose all the countless times he boarded the noise of the subway finally took a toll on his big City dreams ~ He had forgotten why he was so eager to step foot unto the concrete jungle ~ He would Never hear music the same again ~ Everything was distorted ~ He was trapped behind the soundproof glass screaming for even the most subtle, swivel of any concoction producing some form of relief ~ A sense of help and restoration ~But ~ Help isn’t coming ~ He is stuck in the drowning abyss of the out of tune symphony ~ Orchestrated on repeat ~ The painted lady from the Opera House joins him in the agony of never aquiring what was truly desired ~ They required too much attention ~ The show must go on ~ Trapped inside the soundproof room ~ There they will linger ~ There they will remain ~ The orchestrator and the leading Lady ~ How ironic their paths have intertwined ~ They know nothing together but separate posses a spark of genius ~ Yet they hear nothing in the now for they remain trapped behind the soundproof glass ~ Onlookers to the out of tune symphony ~ ORCHESTRATED ON REPEAT***

Confide in Self

Sputtered and spitten…

Spoken with strife…

Sailing Through foreign waters…

Yes this is my life…

Like the knife in my back…

Or the thorn in my side…

I may seem to some broken…

And clueless to the loads that remain wide…

I confide, only in my own stride…

Saucy & sweet southern pride…

So glide on the slide of my ride…

I’ll say it again, only in I do I confide…

If they said different… They lied…

I Confide in SELF***

The Cold Greats

It’s below freezing where I’m from, ice sculptures are captured in snow…. No ever really sees the beauty of them, I’m the only ghost that witnesses their glow…. I show them to the deaf, to the mute, and to the blind… I explain the stories about how they’ve made their stains…. Leaving their own signs in these particular times…. Like quarters, nickels and dimes shine, These creations are thicker than all of rock, they are nothing of this world’s mediocre, with just one single touch.. you will turn into a block of shock… Their secrets are all locked, deeper than every frozen lake… Absolutely crystal clear… In such a frozen state… They don’t give…. They only take….. Ice breaks and so do plates… Fate tends to lead only to heartache, no games are ever played fair… With such a cold misery at stake…. Glaciers melt and back to the water they break… Wrapped up within every mistake… Don’t miss your chance to partake…. In what is cold.. and what is great… The Cold Greats***

Being Me Is The Key 💎

It’s the demples in my cheek when I smile…. The curves upon my lips…. It’s my pretty, twinkling brown eyes…. And the sway that alligns my hips.. .. It’s the rythem of my nature… the thickness of my thighs…. The confidence in my walk…. The superior pride that reflects in my stride…. It’s the unique complexion of my skin. …. The colorful polish on my toes…. The eccentric way I style my hair…. And the way I flare up my nose….. It’s the beauty mark on my left cheek…. The roundness of my breasts…. It’s the way my shoes tap the pavement…. The way I never settle for less…. It’s how I speak in shape notes…… The power that surges behind my voice…. It’s the enlightened energy I chose to follow…… As I try to always make the right choice…. It’s all of these collective agreements I’m made up of…. Nourishing the flower you see…. Ambitious, Beautiful, Strong and Free…..

Just. Being…… Me. Is . The. Key…

Embracing the depths of the Beautiful Unknown***

So unpredictable…. Watching passages unfold.. they spread across like the deepest of seas…. Wandering waves that ripple and roll…… Unfolding like the tides, that greet surface upon the shore…. Like the sand in depths far beneath, that just keep absorbing more….. Creatures circulating around the darkness in the very bottoms…. Mysterious, Mystical and free…. If you can project the *Beautiful Unknown*…

Then you can capture the vision of ME~

I Push… For: Layla

I PUSH for my daughter to be wise and rise above hate, to always seek out the good, keeping an open minded state…. I PUSH for the greatness, that twinkles in her eyes, the sky is her limit, to every occasion may she rise…. I PUSH her to stand her ground, knowing that success holds no limits, I install a mechanism of awareness, to the world’s crooked gimmicks….. I PUSH her to firmly plant her feet, on the side of each other into solid ground, give a firm handshake making eye contact, and never ever hold her head down… Sounds of the sweetest symphony, are the treasures she holds inside, one day she shall leave the princess in the shadows, and THE QUEEN she is will arrive.. I PUSH for the unknown glory, she will one day witness through love, like the victory in the mornings crisp breeze, compassion so deep… As gentle as a dove….. I PUSH for her strength, nomatter the path she may choose, I PUSH for her to embrace direction, whether if it’s a win or a lose. … I will never stop pushing, because I am her mother, her biggest fan by far, always protecting her like no other….

Because I have always seen the greatness inside her.. .. I PUSH 💪🏼

Dedication to my daughter…. My 1st born…. Layla Rose💗💗💗

The existence of my being, lyes right there within your eyes, when you stare at me in wonder, or when your hungry and you cry …. You are my greatest achievement, I want you always to succeed, your the definition of my inspiration, my sole reason to believe…. God only created my soul with the plans of you being my beautiful daughter, you give me the endurance, to work harder and think smarter…. Your as delicate as a rose, so innocent and pure, until my heart should beat no more, I will always give my life up for yours. ….. You are so soft and sweet, your smile compliments your name, such an exhilarating feeling, to know my blood runs through your veins…,. Each new day brings forth adventure, as I watch you learn and grow, I want to give you the world, and teach you things I have still yet to know.. …. I’ve now experienced a radiance of happiness, overwhelmed with the truest joy, purest of unconditional love, and for such a precious angel like you, I’m forever grateful to the Lord above….. XOXO, Love…. Mommy

I love you to the moon and back my darling ❤️❤️❤️